After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 393 - 145: Making Enemies with the Strongest in the World_2

Chapter 393: Chapter 145: Making Enemies with the Strongest in the World_2

This world has many who have never reached the realm of demons, yet have lived for very many years and still wield demon powers.

"Don’t worry about this, I will grant Ahtal my favor," the Witch of Death suddenly spoke up, "With my favor, Ahtal should be sufficiently empowered to complete the ritual."

"...Really, I’m a bit jealous," Luwei murmured softly, feeling a twinge of envy for Ahtal being so favored by the Witch of Death. Indeed, if one could receive the Witch of Death’s mighty favor, then it was truly possible to smoothly carry out the ritual.

"Rest assured, you have done excellent work," Xi Mu chuckled, "The Lady Witch of Death will surely grant you her favor as well."

Luwei looked at the Witch of Death subconsciously and seeing her nod, felt elated, as if all her efforts were worth it.

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...

Night fell.

The Witch of Death’s return to the mortal world was a piece of news that, spread by those with interest, reached every corner of the world; everyone knew the Witch of Death was the victor.

Despite believers arguing that it was a sneak attack that led to the Goddess of Death’s defeat, it wasn’t to say that the Goddess of Death was inferior to the Witch of Death.

Yet, the news of the Goddess of Death’s defeat was enough to create an unprecedented shock to everyone.

At that time.

At the frontline of the battlefield.

On a deserted hillside.

"The winds of the era are about to shift," Anfis strummed his harp and gazed at the moon in the sky, uttering a complex murmur.

As an Astrologer second only to Hecate, he could no longer see the future’s changes clearly, but he could genuinely feel that the era was in a frenzied sprint that no one could stop, unless the disappeared God of Omniscience reemerged.

Otherwise, no one could read the changes of the era.

"The Goddess of Death only lost; she is not dead," a sly laugh came through the night, and a cool-dressed young girl stepped forward, her rose-colored short hair tilted, covering half of one eye, marked by a heart under it.

"Why would a follower of the Dusk Cult come to see me?" Anfis asked, watching the girl’s sly smile turn serious as she locked eyes with him.

"Of course, it’s to ask about the esteemed Astrologer Anfis’s opinion."

Anfis shook his head, "What opinion could I have?"

"Ahtal’s fate is about to end," the girl approached Anfis and lifted her hair to reveal an eye that seemed to burn with flames, "It’s either he’s about to die, or he’s about to become a demon."

"What does that have to do with you?" Anfis said indifferently.

"Have you forgotten?" the girl’s smile was excited, "He’s infected by Sulter’s Fire, he could well be the first demon in history to possess Sulter’s Fire, especially in this era..."

She spread her arms wide.

"Don’t you think it’s fate!"

"Do you think Sulter’s Fire could affect the will of a demon?" Anfis asked back indifferently. If Ahtal became a demon, the situation could be reversed; perhaps Sulter could end up being completely used by Ahtal instead.

Moreover, he didn’t believe the Witch of Death would allow Ahtal to be infected by Sulter’s Fire without trying to find a cure for him.

"Why not!" the girl’s laughter was melodious, "He’s wielding the Sword of Light and is infected by Sulter’s Fire, don’t you think it’s destiny?"

She covered her flushed face with her hands.

"Perhaps Ahtal is the man chosen by Ragnarok."

She originally despised Ahtal, thinking he hindered the world from being burnt to ashes, but now her thoughts had undergone a drastic change.

If Ahtal was the trigger chosen by Ragnarok, then everything made sense—why the source of dread was so similar to Ahtal, why Ahtal acquired the Sword of Light, why he was infected by Sulter’s Fire.

All the coincidences could be interpreted as fate driven by Ragnarok.

"Ahtal has no reason to burn the world," Anfis said soberly, reaching unconsciously to play the harp, preparing to launch an attack on the follower of the Dusk Cult.

However.

"Then let’s create a reason," the rose-haired girl suddenly vanished from the spot and grabbed Anfis’s wrist, "If we can make Ahtal feel the guidance of Ragnarok, then the situation will be different."

Her smile grew brighter, holding Anfis’s wrist tighter, and blue patterns spread from his wrist enveloping his whole body.

Suddenly, Anfis turned into a plume of greenish flame.

Afterwards.

The girl swallowed the flames into her belly, touched her stomach with her hand, hummed a nursery rhyme as she turned around, her body also transformed into Anfis’ appearance.

She possessed the Gluttonous Witch’s power.

By devouring others, she could acquire everything they had—theoretically, if she ate enough, she could become an All-Powerful being, with knowledge of everything under the sun, skilled in all techniques. But, of course, that was just theory.

Even with sufficient knowledge, one could never truly possess another’s talent, and using it would still feel somewhat different.

However, using gluttony to disguise oneself was exceptionally useful.

The highly renowned Astrologer Anfis, who also happened to be an old acquaintance of Ahtal, approaching Ahtal and influencing his fate, seemed quite justifiable.

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...

Several days later.

A message spread throughout the world.

"If there’s no defeating Ahtal, then kill all lives in the world?" Yasiraqi chuckled lightly, tossing the intelligence report into the fireplace, "He really is full of surprises, wanting to battle with all the world’s mightiest."

"The boss won’t be in trouble, right?" Jed held a teacup, a worried look in her eyes. She wasn’t concerned about the Witch of Death truly killing everyone in the world; her first thought was the challenge Ahtal would face against the world’s mightiest.

"With the protection of the Witch of Death over him, we don’t need to worry at all," Yasiraqi flicked her red hair, sparks dancing in the air.

"But now that the Church of Death has made a statement, it’s undeniable that Ahtal has positioned himself against the entire world," she continued.

Jed sighed, "The boss is no longer a hero now."

A few days earlier, the news about Ahtal releasing the Creation Witch, leading to a significant power boost for the witch faction and indirectly causing the Goddess of Death’s defeat, had already spread worldwide. Now, people no longer regarded Ahtal as a hero.

But as a criminal beyond redemption.

"Ever since his loyalty to the Witch of Death, he could no longer be considered a hero." Yasiraqi shook her head and then, with a playful tone, added, "However, if the Witch of Death were to seize control of the world, then Ahtal would again be a revered hero."

She playfully winked at Jed.

"By that time, Jed, you could also become a goddess."

"Such things are too farfetched," Jed replied dryly. She suddenly realized her good relationship with Ahtal; if the Witch of Death took control of the world in the future, then she could indeed rise with the tide, perhaps even become a goddess for real.

"Stop, you’re tempting me." She promptly took a sip of tea, not daring to pursue the thought further.

Yasiraqi let out a light laugh, not lingering to tease Jed any longer. Although her tone was playful, her words were true—in the future, if the Witch of Death seized control of the world, it indeed was possible for Ahtal to make Jed a goddess.

But such a notion was farfetched indeed.

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...

The Magic Kingdom.

The Great Library.

"My apprentice, you are nearly ready to graduate," Hecate said gracefully, seated on a bench with her long legs crossed, gazing at the man in silver armor opposite her.

She sighed as if with some loss.

"After this, you will no longer need your mentor."

"If the teacher doesn’t send me away, then I’ll never graduate," Xi Mu replied earnestly. He had played through so many rounds without ever graduating, even when he chose to burn the teacher to ashes, he never opted to graduate.

"It seems the teacher is still of some use," Hecate smiled lightly. "Then, my apprentice, did you seek out your teacher for a specific reason?"

"Regarding the Demon that ambushed the Goddess of Death?" Xi Mu asked, "Teacher, do you know anything about him?"

"He is an extraterritorial demon," Hecate answered promptly, "He possesses powers outside of this world. As long as he keeps his powers activated, he can avoid any scrutiny and interference. However, it also means that he cannot observe or interfere with this world."

Xi Mu asked, "Is there a way to find him?"

"Unless he shows himself willingly," Hecate shook her head, "otherwise, no one can find him."

"Then let’s leave him be for now," Xi Mu shook his head. His most important task at present was to become a Demon, waiting for Luwei to arrange the dueling grounds and for the world’s mightiest to gather; then he could conduct the Demon Ceremony.

He didn’t need to defeat all the mightiest; as long as no one dared to challenge him, then the game would be considered complete.