After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 492 - 192: Granting All Beings an Equal Death_2
But he was a man.
"Anastasia, do you have any last words?" he asked, watching Anastasia’s expression of surprise.
"Are you here to kill me?" Anastasia’s eyes widened slightly, then calmed down again as she crossed her hands in front of her abdomen and inquired,
"Can you tell me the reason?"
"Why are you a man?" Xi Mu asked, off the topic, causing Anastasia to be taken aback, then she pursed her lips and smiled faintly,
"Does Ahtal wish I were a woman?"
"It just seems a bit wasteful." Xi Mu stretched out his finger, the tip playing with flames, "You can choose to go to Hell, or you can choose to give your soul to the Witch of Death."
Anastasia’s pretty face showed a troubled expression: "Can I choose neither?"
"You can," Xi Mu lowered his hand, "But then you will be completely erased by the coming Ragnarok."
"Is it to avoid having my soul burned up?" Anastasia accepted the possibility quite quickly, gently lifting her pale neck, "If I give my soul to the Witch of Death, can I be a little closer to you?"
"I’ll probably forget about you soon," Xi Mu’s fingertip glowed as he directly pierced through Anastasia’s chest, then turned and left mercilessly, burning the unnamed small country to ashes along the way.
Although he was bringing destruction to the world, he usually met with NPCs he remembered for a last face-to-face, as a personal interest.
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Black Rose Kingdom.
Church of Death.
"Lord Ahtal, I will end my own life." Sharon turned around, looking at Ahtal who walked out from the church, and activated her instant teleportation ability, arriving close to Ahtal.
Then she gave him a hug.
"May the Goddess of Death bless you with a triumphant war." As she spoke, her body ignited with black flames, directly incinerating herself.
As a follower of the Goddess of Death, she naturally could not choose to give her soul to the Witch of Death, so she could choose to end herself and go to Hell.
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Elf Kingdom.
The capital.
"Lord Ahtal, what exactly are you planning to do?" The Elf Queen’s chest heaved violently as she questioned Ahtal in the great hall.
Her beautiful eyes reflected the tragic state of the hall, where all the guards had been burned to ashes by the flames, leaving only her alive.
To this, Xi Mu explained:
"I plan on burning the Elf race to ashes, of course; if you don’t want your people to be turned to ashes, then behave."
"..." The Elf Queen instinctively covered her chest with her hands, then immediately realized something was amiss. She remembered that Ahtal had many beautiful women at his side and didn’t need to target her personally.
Although she considered herself a beauty, she shouldn’t be compelling an entity like Ahtal to coerce her; she wasn’t some peculiar character like the God of Blood.
"Please don’t mock me." Her gaze was both icy and resolute, "As a demon, bullying a weakling like me is meaningless."
"Who said the strong cannot bully the weak?" Xi Mu extended a finger wreathed in flames, "Choose then, go to Hell or have your soul taken by the Witch of Death."
The Elf Queen’s expression suddenly relaxed, without her former tension and resignation, "Is it because Ragnarok has come to collect our souls for protection?"
"You talk too much," Xi Mu said with a malicious smile, his fingertip bursting with light that engulfed the Elf Queen. Then, with a gentle wave of his hand, a devastating fire engulfed the Elf Kingdom.
The entire Elf Country perished.
Yet, in this attack sufficient to obliterate a nation, there was someone who survived. It was a witch with a weary expression on her face; she raised her hand to her beret, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"What happened?" She floated in midair, staring at the Elf country capital burning in the flames.
"The Lazy Witch, right?" A voice brimming with interest suddenly came, causing the Lazy Witch to stiffen. The sense of danger that erupted from her spine immediately shot into her brainstem. The individual behind her was an existence she absolutely couldn’t defeat.
In that instant, she was certain of this fact.
The Lazy Witch turned her head, and the sight of the man who had appeared behind her almost stopped her breath. Why did she come face-to-face with the King of Ash?
"Planning to descend into Hell, or sacrifice your soul to the Witch of Death?" Xi Mu reached out a hand and pressed it onto the Lazy Witch’s head.
The atmosphere grew silent.
The Lazy Witch tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Can I choose neither?"
"No," Xi Mu replied immediately, and the Lazy Witch fell silent again, looking toward the somewhat dim sky and saying:
"Whatever." As the words fell, the hand on her head burst into Ash Fire, completely engulfing her and reducing her to a wisp of ash.
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The following day.
Orc Kingdom.
"King of Ash!" A figure with the head of an elephant charged out from a sea of fire, rushing toward the silhouette in the sky, his expression twisted with rage.
Xi Mu drew out his Divider Blade and casually tossed it, the space within his field of view suddenly cleaved apart, and the demon rushing at him fell in an instant.
In this period, he had nearly met face-to-face with everyone he intended to see, and then he began the customary annihilation. The occasional fish that slipped through the net continued to spread his information.
As a result, everyone in the whole world knew he was the King of Ash. Each time he went to a new area, he would encounter desperate resistance.
This was quite interesting.
"I hope for some new tricks," Xi Mu said, proceeding toward the next area, bestowing upon all life in this world the equal death it deserved.
Whether poor or rich, he gave them all the most equitable death, from aboveground to belowground, burning all life that fell into his gaze to ash.
Until he returned to the Magic Kingdom.
He arrived at the world’s last remaining nation; he had annihilated all other nations, churches, and races besides this one.
Of course, there were certainly those who slipped through the net, but he couldn’t be bothered to exterminate them so meticulously. It didn’t hold much significance.
In the end, they would all be burnt to ash anyway.
"Michael, how do you wish to die?" Xi Mu suddenly stopped, looking at the blond beauty standing in front of the library door.
"They say you’ve become the King of Ash," Michael sighed, "but you seem very... lucid."
"No, my current self finds joy in the process of destruction," Xi Mu explained, "I’m starting to understand the followers of the Dusk Cult, the act of burning the world is like a desire to propagate, it’s part of their fundamental logic."
He brushed past Michael and came to sit cross-legged in front of the library door, planting the Divider Blade into the ground.
"Then the thing you should be doing right now is burning me to ash," Michael sat down next to Ahtal and then asked:
"How confident are you in defeating the God of Omniscience?"
"..." Xi Mu pretended to think for a moment before giving a firm reply, "I am invincible now."
"No, I meant before you entirely burn up your humanity," Michael shook his head, "If it’s you who have lost their humanity that defeats the God of Omniscience, that wouldn’t count as a victory."
Xi Mu didn’t answer.
Michael didn’t ask further. He took out a bottle of wine and handed it to Ahtal, then took one for himself:
"Will there still be wine in the new era?"
"The development of civilization has its similarities," Xi Mu opened the bottle with his bare hands, clinking it against Michael’s, "If I really burn the world to ash, I could also create similar... beings in the Ash World."
He asked curiously,
"Would that count as a rebirth?"
"..." Michael took a sip of his wine, pondered for a moment, then said, "It would be meaningless for us, it depends on whether you want to believe it is."
Xi Mu considered for a moment: "Let’s say it does. It seems there’s no difference."
Even if this repetition of life ended, he could start the next. To him, there was no difference.
