After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 325 - 117 Witch of Death’s Reward_2

"This is your reward,"

"Now, does the power of death I carry compare to the Black Blade that once served you?" Xi Mu touched his chest, feigning curiosity as he asked the Witch of Death.

In response, the Witch of Death gently shook her head,

"Pursuing death too much is not a good thing,"

"So, I have not yet reached the level of the Black Blade?" Xi Mu showed a look of regret, but he could understand the Witch of Death’s approach, for in her avatar state, conferring him the way she did was the greatest benevolence she could grant.

To receive higher favor, he would need to unseal the original form of the Witch of Death.

"Ahtal, you are different from her," the Witch of Death frowned, her sapphire-like eyes reflecting Ahtal’s regretful expression, "you don’t need to compare yourself to her."

"Is she irreplaceable to you?" Xi Mu sighed lightly, his smile unexpectedly carefree yet tinged with melancholy.

This man... does he care about such things?

The Witch of Death fell silent, but thinking of Ahtal’s unstinting assistance, she explained nevertheless,

"Over-reliance on my power is not beneficial for your ascent to demonhood. Black Blade lacked the qualifications to advance to a witch, yet she delved into her abilities to a certain extent."

"Understood," Xi Mu smiled gently, forcibly concealing his disappointments—he was not about to give up on harnessing the power of death, even if it meant decoding the immortality of All Gods after becoming a Demon, yet the Witch of Death’s power was still very convenient.

Therefore, taking advantage of the Witch of Death’s power must continue.

"After opening the gates of Hell, I will grant you deeper power of death," the Witch of Death added, conscious of Ahtal’s continuous and dedicated help, she couldn’t let him be too disappointed, though she herself felt that his over-reliance on her power wasn’t good.

Upon reaching the realm of demons, one must find ways to extend one’s abilities to omnipotent levels, only then could one directly confront All Gods.

"I really look forward to that," Xi Mu’s face was devoid of melancholy, which made the Witch of Death frown and remind him again,

"Ahtal, you must focus more on your abilities, it benefits your transformation into a demon, and it also helps..." She stopped mid-sentence when Ahtal turned around, pointing towards the opened basement door.

"Let’s go, Lady Witch of Death," Xi Mu turned his head, giving the Witch of Death a gentle smile, "I will take you to meet Sharon."

Witch of Death: "..."

Forget it, this is something for the Destiny Witch Hecate to worry about. Given Hecate’s personality, she probably wouldn’t let her disciple stray from the right path.

With that thought, she abandoned the idea of persuasion.

The two left the basement.

Along the way, followers of the Church of Death knelt down as they encountered the pair, not rising until Ahtal and the Witch of Death had passed, then exchanging knowing glances.

They all noticed Ahtal’s torn shirt and the unmistakable aura of the Witch of Death’s favor on him.

It felt like there was a story there, but they dared not speak of it, only able to communicate through exchanged glances.

Passing through the corridor.

They arrived at a door.

Xi Mu raised his hand, pushed open the door, and pointed to Sharon who stood by the window in a black latex outfit, saying,

"Lady Witch of Death, I have a lot of work to handle, so I won’t disturb your interaction, but I hope you will let Sharon leave alive, for all that I have done for you."

"Hmm," the Witch of Death responded coldly, and seeing this, Xi Mu exchanged a glance with Sharon in the room before turning to leave.

Now he had to meet a woman, with no time to waste on the Witch of Death and Sharon, so he let them play out their own drama.

After all, they were both intelligent women who, even without his mediation, could achieve a delicate balance driven by interests.

Shortly after his departure,

Sharon’s cold gaze met that of the Witch of Death, but it was only a moment before she subconsciously averted her eyes.

Fear... no, more precisely, it was the deep-seated instinct to survive that suppressed her conscious desire to look directly at death,

Thus her gaze involuntarily turned away.

"It’s hard to imagine why Ahtal can converse so freely with you," she articulated her thoughts,

"Have you overly favored Ahtal?"

"Rather than saying I have favored Ahtal too much, it would be more accurate to say the Goddess of Death is too stingy," the Witch of Death’s voice was clear and cold, "That is also why Ahtal completely abandoned the power of the Goddess of Death to wholly embrace my power,"

Sharon was speechless.

Why did the conversation suddenly shift to the stinginess of the Goddess of Death, when it was well known that the Goddess of Death always let her followers independently explore the path of death using their own abilities.

But compared to the Goddess of Death’s laissez-faire approach to her followers, the Witch of Death was clearly more generous and giving—she had offered great favors to Ahtal shortly after he joined the Church of Death, granted him a Divine Artifact, and placed him in a high position.

This trust and generosity were not something many could withstand.

And at that moment,

[Who’s stingy, you damn Witch... Let go of me, I am composed!] a suppressed and angry voice faintly reached Sharon’s ears.

She was very familiar with this angry female voice—it was the Goddess of Death, the one who had bestowed her the favor of death, suggesting that the Witch of Death’s unintended slight had reached the ears of the Goddess of Death.