After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 415 - 155: The Completely Fallen Hero_2

Michael did not discourage him, his gaze lost upon the wine glass on the table. He wanted to meet Ahtal not because he was swayed by persuasion.

Before he was captured by the God of Blood, he had visited many countries and witnessed many things, clearly knowing how difficult it was to change a country and power from within,—it was often only possible to succeed by relying on external force to completely shatter all existing powers.

This time, he only wanted to ask Ahtal how he was doing and what he was thinking.

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Sky City.

"Let me persuade Ahtal?" Yasiraqi said elegantly as she sat in the chair, gently waving her hand. "That man’s opinions have never been swayed by me."

"Is that so?" The priest nodded slightly, then changed the subject, "Then don’t you want to see Ahtal at all?"

Yasiraqi fell into thought.

"If things get serious later, you might never have the chance to meet again." The priest rose calmly, turned into a white dove, and disappeared on the spot, leaving behind a meaningful remark.

"This could be your last chance to see Ahtal."

"Annoying fellow." Yasiraqi said coldly. However, she was contemplating the priest’s words, realizing that his final remark was meant to provoke her to seek out Ahtal, thereby shaking his current convictions.

"This won’t be the last meeting." she murmured to herself, giving up on searching for Ahtal, not wanting to be overwhelmed by emotions like a little girl.

This scene occurred not in just one place, but wherever people close to Ahtal were being persuaded, trying to sway him or even betray him to the side of the gods.

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Two days later.

Elf territory.

Unlike humans, who are split into many nations, elves are highly unified under the management of the Elf Queen.

However, the succession of the Elf Queen is not dependent on lineage.

Instead, it is dictated by the gods, and after the Elf Queen abdicates, a potential elf is selected to inherit the position.

[Host, I feel the presence of the Witch!] a surprised voice called out in his head. Xi Mu pretended not to hear and sat by the window of the inn, watching the elves on the street below, his eyes roaming over the visiting elf maidens.

In contrast to the diverse models of humans, elves are more exquisite, rarely ugly, and occasionally, you can see a few who could be considered beautiful.

[Host, are you pretending not to hear?] a voice full of grievance and suspicion made it hard for Xi Mu to keep pretending.

He comforted the system.

"After I become invincible, I’ll start pursuing the Witch."

[Really?] The system was a bit skeptical, but before it could ask further, it heard the host hurrying it along.

"System, have you fixed the panel yet?" Xi Mu asked blandly, causing the system to fall silent. It obviously hadn’t fixed the panel, but it now had a suspicion why it couldn’t fix the system panel.

The issue seemed to stem from its host.

[Host, I’ve identified the problem, but I still need to verify it.] the system explained. [It won’t be long before I can handle it.]

"Hmm, you’re doing a good job." Xi Mu’s voice suddenly became very gentle. "If you’re tired, then take a rest."

[...Actually, I’m not very tired.] The system seemed a bit embarrassed and quickly receded.

Xi Mu shook his head gently. He was waiting for All Gods to arrange the stage, then he would harvest experience points; otherwise, charging in to kill the Ice and Snow Goddess directly would be too wasteful.

After he declared his intention to kill the Ice and Snow Goddess publicly, All Gods would surely react, start to fortify her entourage, waiting for him to deliver himself to their doorstep.

"Knock-knock~" A knock suddenly came at the door, which was not yet locked and was gently pushed open to reveal Jed peeking in.

"Boss, long time no see."

"...Xi Mu looked surprised as he watched Jed, who was scratching his face as he walked in, and asked, "Jed, what brings you here?"

"Boss, the Church sent me to persuade you," Jed said, looking quite embarrassed, then quickly waved his hands, "Of course, I didn’t really come to persuade you, but I just couldn’t refuse."

His expression revealed helplessness.

"Afterward, just say that you, boss, rejected me, and that’s fine."

"No worries," Xi Mu replied nonchalantly, shaking his head, "If you don’t want to stay in Sky City, you could also come to the Church of Death."

"The Church of Death is quite dangerous, right?" Jed seemed a bit worried as he sat down next to Ahtal.

"It is extremely dangerous; one could easily lose one’s life," Xi Mu answered frankly, grabbing the knife and fork on the table and stabbing toward Jed’s forehead, unleashing the black Flames of a Thousand Deaths.

Jed incredulously widened his eyes, falling backwards with his chair, instantly losing his breath.

"Such a clumsy technique," Xi Mu withdrew his gaze, picked up the wine glass from the table and drank from it, ignoring the body of Jed, whose eyes were still wide open in death, letting the corpse be engulfed by the black flames.

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Why was it discovered?

Near the inn, a maid cleaning lowered her head, concealing her expression. She was an avatar of the God of Assassination, possessing abilities to split and disguise, not only being able to fight alone but also create avatars to impersonate anyone as needed.

Whether it was tone or minute details, she could mimic them exactly; logically speaking, even if Ahtal had suspicions, he shouldn’t have acted so decisively to kill.

The reality, however, was that he made no hesitation to kill her avatar.

Was there a flaw in her presence...no, that should be impossible; to plan this assassination, she had even deliberately arranged several of Ahtal’s real friends to approach him, thus confusing Ahtal’s judgment. Yet, as soon as her avatar approached to infiltrate, Ahtal killed her with one strike, utterly baffling her.

Should she still go ahead with the assassination plan?

The maid adjusted her breathing, looked up again towards where Ahtal was, then her expression froze.

Ahtal, who had been at the inn, was already in front of her, holding the Great Sword of Death, smiling as he locked eyes with her.

The atmosphere quieted down.

"God of Assassination?" Xi Mu inquired, seeing the avatar disguised as a maid stepping back in fear, gripping the broom tightly, her pretty face straining with fright, she asked in a tiny voice,

"Sir, this is a private residence, please don’t..."

"Pfft!" The Great Sword of Death came down, the maid’s head flipping through the air, the cut dripping with the black Flames of a Thousand Deaths, suddenly engulfing her body.

Xi Mu flicked the great sword, then immediately jumped out the window starting the chase against the avatars of the God of Assassination. Theoretically, he indeed could not have discerned the hidden avatars of the God of Assassination, as the game officially states that assassination avatars directly use the corresponding NPC template for an approach, making it difficult to distinguish, many players rely on save and load to identify which one is an avatar of the God of Assassination.

But this does not mean there are no ways to recognize them; players have summarized many methods, and the simplest one is to see if there’s a concept of "death."

Since the God of Assassination is a deity and does not have the concept of death, just by utilizing the Witch of Death’s ability, one could instantly recognize whether it’s the person, anything that lacks the concept of death... is an avatar of the God of Assassination.

A single slash to kill is definitely correct.

In the capital of the Elf clan, an almost eerie hunt unfolded. The fallen hero, Ahtal, wielding the great sword ablaze with black flames, rode through the streets wildly slaughtering innocent people, sending chills down onlookers’ spines.

"Ahtal, do you still consider yourself a hero!" an Elf girl cried, her feet stamping the ground, leaning against a fountain.

Pointing at Ahtal approaching,

"Why kill me for fun!"

... Xi Mu halted his steps, feeling the fearful and puzzled looks from all around, his face expressionless as he swung the Great Sword of Death.

Blood splattered; the Elf girl’s head fell into the fountain, tinting the clear water red, while her body limply slid down the wall.

The hero had completely fallen.

The thought emerged in the minds of the onlookers, followed by an unprecedented fear. They wondered if the unrestrained murderer Ahtal would just casually kill them too.