After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 333 - 119: The Condition is to Hang Upside Down from a Tree for Seven Days_2

Chapter 333: Chapter 119: The Condition is to Hang Upside Down from a Tree for Seven Days_2

"Yes, Bishop Kashute!" the believers of death responded reverently, adeptly beginning the takeover of the city.

They had already taken over several cities, and as long as they eliminated the strong and nobles of each city, the remaining citizens surprisingly didn’t put up much resistance to the management of the Church of Death. They were in a state of indifference, with an attitude that management didn’t matter, as it was none of their business anyway.

This greatly reduced the management cost for the Church of Death.

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...

At the castle gates.

Xi Mu dismounted and spoke to the God of Beauty and Art on the horse’s back, "Wait for me here."

"Mm-hm." The God of Beauty and Art nodded with a smiling face, watching Ahtal enter the castle before she bent down to stroke the little mare’s neck.

"Sleipnir, your master is a bit different from the rumors. I heard he would oppose the God of Blood for a beauty."

"..."

The little mare rolled her eyes and ignored the inquiries of the goddess on her back. This goddess should consider the timing of her own arrival; appearing at such a critical moment in the war, it would be difficult for anyone to feel fond of her.

In response, the God of Beauty and Art leaned even lower, whispering into the little mare’s ear, "What if I told Ahtal that you can speak?"

The mare’s body stiffened.

What an annoying goddess.

"Just kidding," the God of Beauty and Art said, her shallow smile returning. Then she dismounted and quietly began to wait.

A few moments later.

Xi Mu emerged and walked into the castle with the God of Beauty and Art, both of them climbing the stone stairs to reach an elegant room. They saw the Witch of Death sitting by the window elegantly sipping her tea, with Sister Sharon in attendance beside her.

"Do you plan to release my true form?" the Witch of Death asked calmly after putting down her teacup:

"State your terms."

"Can we have a ceasefire?" The God of Beauty and Art spoke softly, "We are willing to share with you the glory of the gods, as long as you are willing to untangle life and death, and reveal the whereabouts of the God of Omniscience."

"Are you finished?" The Witch of Death’s expression was cold; she desired not only the release of her true form but also to kill the God of Omniscience, making it impossible for All Gods to have a chance to save the God of Omniscience.

"Ragnarok will descend within about ten thousand years," the God of Beauty and Art continued softly. "Even if the God of Omniscience is unsealed, they won’t reject a being such as you. Sharing the glory of the gods is not an impossibility."

After listening, the Witch of Death sighed softly, then stretched out a finger toward the God of Beauty and Art, and suddenly blood splattered.

Ahtal, who was beside them, touched his own cheek and turned his head to look at the now dead God of Beauty and Art, seemingly not yet comprehending what had happened.

"A clone?" The Witch of Death frowned, but she did not seem overly concerned, picking up the teacup from the table and taking a sip.

"Bishop Kashute, the terms of All Gods are very favorable." Xi Mu’s body burst into black flames, burning away the goddess’s blood, then he sat down opposite the Witch of Death.

"I think we can talk."

"Is sharing the glory of the gods meaningful to me?" The Witch of Death inquired, causing Xi Mu to freeze for a moment and then lowered his head in deep thought.

Sister Sharon quietly poured a cup of tea for Ahtal.

"Sharing the glory of the gods is meaningless to me," the Witch of Death shook her head gently, meeting the eyes of the thoughtful Ahtal, "This negotiation with All Gods was just a probe and completely insincere."

"Indeed, they will make further concessions," Xi Mu exhaled in relief, his cheeks revealing a smile, seemingly pleased and relaxed that the Witch of Death was not against All Gods. After all, he was a follower of the Goddess of Life and a dependent of the Witch of Death.

However, upon seeing this, the Witch of Death cast her eyes downward and said coldly:

"Ahtal, I will not compromise with All Gods. Next time there’s such a meaningless negotiation, just refuse outright."

"..." Xi Mu leaned back in his chair, falling into prolonged silence, his face obscured by the steaming mist rising from the tea cup in front of him.

After a long while, he uttered two words.

"Understood."

"If you do not wish to fight, that is fine too," the Witch of Death’s voice suddenly softened, "Leave the next steps to me."

She showed a rare hint of concern.

"What you should consider now is becoming a demon."

"You’re right," Xi Mu pushed himself to his feet, leaning on his knees, and stepped towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head to look at the Witch of Death, a shallow smile on his face:

"The compromise of the weak is meaningless, I’m still clear on that point. If I can’t bring strength equivalent to the God of Omniscience, then compromise is pointless." With these words, he closed the door and left.

"Ahtal, you’ve actually started to think from your perspective, haven’t you?" Sharon, seeing the content mood of the Witch of Death, couldn’t help but frown and said:

"You really are adept at manipulating hearts."

The Witch of Death: "..."

"When Ahtal was lost in confusion, you used gentle words to shift his attention." Sharon’s frown deepened, and she pursed her lips, "If Ahtal can’t become a demon, would you still value him so much?"

"You have a deep misunderstanding of Ahtal," the Witch of Death said, her gaze fixing intently on Sharon, who was suppressing her anger.

She had never played with Ahtal’s heart through words; everything that man did was of his own free will.

But that was not something she could conveniently tell Sharon, this outsider.

"... Perhaps." Sharon gently lowered her head, not refuting the Witch of Death’s words. From her perspective, it was the Witch of Death playing with hearts, aligning Ahtal, who could potentially become a demon, with her camp.

And if one day it was found that Ahtal could not become a demon, then all this tenderness and accommodation would vanish like smoke.

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Meanwhile.

Elsewhere.

In the castle garden.

An invisible barrier held off the cold wind, allowing the sunlight to penetrate and create an environment suitable for flowers to bloom exuberantly.

A little mare lowered her head, taking a bite of the blooming peony.

Eden sat quietly on a bench beside, watching the little mare eat the flowers, until someone sat down next to her.

"How do you feel about being here?" Ahtal leaned back in the chair, letting out a weary sigh, "Why can’t witches and gods coexist?"

"More accurately, it is power that cannot coexist," Eden said, gathering the hair by her ear, explaining to the tired man beside her, "Even if All Gods are willing to accept some witches and demons, once it reaches a certain point, they will unanimously resist allowing more demons and witches to join."

She thought for a moment.

"As a human, you should understand this quite well; not everyone can be nobility, nor can everyone be a king."

"Now that you mention it, are there witches and demons among the gods?" Xi Mu suddenly asked, but Eden did not answer this question.

Rather, she brought up another matter.

"Ahtal, do you want to become a demon?"

Xi Mu instantly replied, "Of course."

"I have a way for you to learn the conditions for the ritual to become a demon in the shortest time, but I need you to promise me something," Eden’s emerald eyes were serious.

"With our relationship," Xi Mu smiled, "As long as it’s not too excessive, you can just tell me."

"..."

Eden fell silent for a moment, then stood up, smoothing her skirt. She then reached out her hand to Ahtal, "Once you become a demon, then decide whether or not you want to agree to my condition."

"That does seem to be an excessive matter." Xi Mu seemed to deduce the truth from her reaction, but he still took hold of Eden’s delicate hand.

Upon their palms touching, light... engulfed his vision.

"Where is this?" Xi Mu lowered his hand that had been shielding his eyes, looking towards the majestic tree in the distance as if he could see the flow of destiny.

"The Tree of Omniscience," Eden answered, "Only through the power of the Tree of Omniscience can you learn the conditions for the ritual in the shortest time."

Xi Mu asked, "What must I do?"

"Under the Tree of Omniscience, there is a Spring of Wisdom; you must sacrifice an eye, hanging upside down from the tree for seven days," Eden’s emerald gaze reflected Ahtal’s excitement and anticipation, as she seriously cautioned him.

"Wisdom is not without cost; you need to carve out a safe environment to complete the ritual; otherwise, during this process, you will face interference from the guardians of the Tree of Omniscience."