After get off work, I started speedrunning through the other world

It's getting late.

"Ashelia, don't you plan to go back?" Leticia put down the tea cup and looked at her sister who was sitting elegantly opposite. She didn't expect that her sister would be so bold and flirt with Akhtar in front of her.

In response, Ashelia gently wrapped her fingers around the hair beside her ears and said in a sweet and greasy voice: "Sister, do you want to spend more time with you?"

Even as she said this, the slender thigh under her skirt was slightly raised, as if she had accidentally touched Akhtar's leg.

Suddenly I feel my blood pressure soar.

Leticia had the urge to draw her sword and stab her sister hard a few times, but considering that Ashlia was her biological sister, she could only suppress the urge to draw the sword.

You can't really stab your sister to death.

"I have to exercise tomorrow." She stood up and grabbed Akhtar's wrist and walked towards the bedroom.

Then there was the sound of a door slamming hard.

I have to admit that Leticia's moral standards are relatively good, and she can resist tearing her apart even if she has a green tea sister.

Anyone else would have pressed Green Tea Sister to the ground and rubbed her.

"You're going to get beaten sooner or later." Sleipnir asserted. He picked up the cookies on the table and found that they tasted surprisingly good.

"How about my skills?" Ashelia showed a proud smile. After she realized that she would never be able to beat her sister in her life, she changed the track to improve her feminine charm.

So she spent a lot of time studying cooking.

"Very good." Sleipnir gave a very objective evaluation, "Maybe you are suitable to become a believer of the dessert goddess."

Ashley rolled her eyes, looked at the red nails indifferently, and said with disdain: "The dessert goddess is too weak and has no value to follow."

Sleipnir: "..."

"By the way, as the companion of the Lord of Ashes." Ashlia showed a curious expression, holding her chin in her delicate hand, "Why are you chatting with me in the living room now?"

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

Sleipnir's expression gradually became dangerous, and she felt that her heart was pierced by a sudden arrow, and the person who shot the arrow was Ashilia, the little green tea who intended to seduce Akhtar.

Now she suspected that Ashley was provoking her. She was not Leticia, and there would be no psychological burden at all if she beat Ashley up.

"Hmm~ Sure enough, you are too passive." Ashley seemed to feel the danger in the air, slender fingers gently twirled her golden hair, and analyzed in an objective tone, "Based on my understanding of sister, as long as time After looking back, we will definitely choose to take the initiative.”

She smiled at Sleipnir and said.

"If you keep waiting for Lord Akhtar to take the initiative, you will only wait until Lord Akhtar and his sister's child inherit the country."

It does make some sense.

Sleipnir was led astray, and the danger in his eyes gradually disappeared. Ashlia also breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and sat next to Sleipnir, whispered into his ear:

"Passive waiting is never as fast as taking the initiative, and the world is about to be burned to ashes. Why not enjoy yourself in time and satisfy your regrets?"

A succubus-like whisper echoed in my ears.

Sleipnir gradually became shaken, but he was still a little entangled and said: "But what if the Ragnarok crisis is solved?"

"Aren't you even more at a loss then?" Ashelia couldn't help but roll her eyes, "It's the end of the world now, and you can indulge in everything, but if you successfully survive the end of the world, you can become a family directly and seamlessly. , as for you, you are just...a partner and a companion.”

At this point I added another sentence.

"Maybe in the future you will have to be ridden on your back by your sister's child and run around with your sister's child?"

"..."

Sleipnir thought about it for a while and realized that it would be better if she took the initiative, otherwise she might really have to help Leticia take the children around in the future.

When Ashlia saw this, she knew that her goal had been achieved, so she did not continue talking. She was actually just scaremongering, and being able to become Akhtar's partner meant that Sleipnir and Akhtar had a very good relationship.

Sooner or later, Akhtar will take a step further with Sleipnir, and even if she doesn't say anything, it won't affect the outcome.

…

…

Seaside beach.

The goddess of salvation stood on the beach, the red wave submerged her little feet, and then quickly faded away.

The sea in her impression was blue, but in the simulated world it was red, and there were many huge monsters swimming in the sea.

"The number of monsters in the sea is increasing, and it is estimated that they will soon reach the stage of landing." Jörmungandr walked over from a distance, leaving a series of footprints on the beach with his white jade feet.

She stood beside the goddess of salvation.

"Use the sea as a petri dish, use thousands of monsters, and let them compete with each other to occupy the land, sky, and sea, completely replacing the biosphere created by the goddess of life."

The Goddess of Salvation asked: "Why do you do this?"

"In order to select individuals who can adapt to the Ember Flame, all the monsters here serve this purpose." Jormungandr replied, "The monster witch wants to cultivate an individual who can adapt to the Ember Flame, so as to sneak into a new world. , all monsters created so far serve this purpose.”

"Everyone is trying to save the world." The savior goddess looked at the end of the sea, where the Iris Kingdom was located. This world seemed to be a world where witches and demons could come up with ways to save the world, but she herself had no way, no... to be more precise, there was no way that suited her heart.

Compared with the brilliant and talented people in history, she seemed very immature and ordinary, and was at a loss when facing the end of the world.

"As long as there is a plan that can succeed, the world can be saved." Jörmungandr comforted her, gently flicking the surging red waves with his feet.

Crystal clear water splashed in the air, reflecting the strange library and the strange people.

What happened.

"Be careful." The savior goddess took out the holy sword, quickly protected Jörmungandr behind her, and looked at the strange library with amber eyes. The bookshelves were stacked around, as if they were the walls of a maze, and a full moon and flowing stars hung on the ceiling.

However, the most eye-catching ones are the four women in the center of the library. Three of them have white hair, and they are in the three stages of Lolita, girl, and adult woman.

And a mature woman with long black hair and wearing a magician's robe, she elegantly holds a cup of steaming black tea, with a mysterious and intellectual temperament, making people feel elusive and approachable.

"Little guy, we have no ill intentions." The goddess of fate, representing the future, smiled gently.

Her eyes fell on the witch of fate.

"It's just that someone wants to go with you."

"Go with me?" The goddess of savior restrained her vigilant expression and quickly confirmed their identities, the legendary three goddesses of fate, and the teacher's teacher, that is, the witch Hecate who controls fate.

"The person who intends to go with you is the witch of fate Hecate. It's your teacher's teacher." The goddess of the future held her chin with her slender hand and observed the reaction of the goddess of savior. She found that this goddess who was born not long ago was unexpectedly mature... Well, it would be more accurate to say that she was not too immature.

It is obvious that she has experienced corresponding training and learning.

Judging from that look and reaction, it should be the goddess of plague who is teaching.

"Come and sit down." Hecate smiled gently, waved to the goddess of savior, and then poured a cup of black tea and placed the seat next to her.

The goddess of savior exchanged glances with Jörmungandr, then sat down next to the witch of fate, trying to maintain the correct sitting posture, and politely thanked the witch of fate.

As for Jörmungandr, he took a few steps back, hid behind the bookshelf, and concealed his existence.

This was not an attempt to escape, nor an attempt to sneak attack, but a pure attempt to conceal his presence.

Not to attract the attention of the three goddesses of fate and the witch of fate.

Sometimes the gaze of the strong is a very fatal thing for the weak, and any topic may cost the weak life.

So avoiding the eyes of the strong is a safe choice.

"There is something I am confused about." Hecate spoke slowly, facing the eyes of the goddess of savior, "You can't wait to return to your teacher, so why can't my apprentice be impatient to come back?"

The goddess of savior opened her mouth, and then fell into silence.

She didn't know how to answer this question. She couldn't wait to return to her teacher because she could only return to her teacher, and that was where she thought was home.

And why didn't the teacher wait to return to Hecate, the witch of fate, how could she know such a thing.

After thinking about it.

"I don't know." The savior goddess answered like this, without speculating on her teacher's thoughts.

"Then you go to see the Lord of Ashes." The goddess representing the future yawned, "I also want to rest for a long time. It's really too tiring to accompany Hecate, the witch of fate, to study fate."

After time went back, they accompanied Hecate, the witch of fate, to hide in the cracks of time, conducting long and boring research, trying to find a relatively satisfactory fate.

Although they haven't found a relatively satisfactory fate yet, they have found traces of the Lord of Ashes in this era.

"Then let's go now?" The savior goddess suggested, and then she felt her forehead flicked, but she didn't notice who flicked her forehead.

The four women who hold fate in their hands all possess omnipotent strength, stronger than this newborn god.

"As a savior goddess, you are attached to the Lord of Ashes." The goddess of fate, who represents the future, sighed, "Do you understand your mission?"

The savior goddess was silent for a moment, and said, "Gods are only born with culture and faith, which does not mean that they must implement their own powers, otherwise the God of Destruction should take the initiative to destroy the world."

The future goddess asked, "So you want to save the world?"

Of course she wants to save the world.

The savior goddess can confirm that she has the urge to save the world, but she also knows that saving the world does not necessarily mean killing her teacher, and finding a perpetual motion machine out of nothing, which can fundamentally save the world.

"Since that man is your teacher, didn't he tell you how to save the world?" The future goddess shook her head gently, "What an incompetent teacher."

The savior goddess subconsciously retorted: "Of course the teacher told me how to save the world."

The future goddess questioned: "Really? I don't believe it."

The three concise words carried amazing lethality. The savior goddess' cheeks swelled in dissatisfaction, and then told her the way to save the world that her teacher taught her.

After listening.

The Goddess of the Future clapped her hands and said sincerely: "It is worthy of the Lord of Ashes's opinion. It is really a fundamental solution to the Ragnarok crisis."

Although the Savior Goddess only talked about the way to save the world, the amount of information in it was very high. From it, she could know the reason why the simulated world was born and the real solution to Ragnarok.

From so much important information, she could predict Akhtar's true purpose to a certain extent.

What the man wanted was to get rid of the eternal cycle of reincarnation.

This vision was so grand that it was almost impossible.

But there was a feeling that the man might be able to do it.

At the same time.

Behind the bookshelf, Jörmungandr raised his hand to cover his cheek. She didn't expect that the Savior Goddess would be so easily tricked out of such important information with words. At least she had to use this information to exchange interests, such as asking the three goddesses of fate to give "fate" protection.

"It's still too... naive." She whispered, thinking that she would have to talk to the Savior Goddess about this issue afterwards.

Then she felt the scenery suddenly changed.

The original library turned into sand, and a city made of gears and steam appeared in the distance.

Jörmungandr put down his hand covering his face, looked at the savior goddess who appeared beside him, and said:

"This is the Iris Kingdom."

"It really doesn't look like it at all." The savior goddess said so. In her impression, the Iris Kingdom should be a small town, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and the residents are also very simple.

But here are high-rise buildings everywhere, the residents have also been replaced by alchemical puppets, and it is difficult to see a trace of green vegetation around.

"There is no way." Jörmungandr spread his hands helplessly, "This world has been destroyed by witches and demons. It is very difficult to find a pure human now."

In today's world, except for the new dreamers, basically they are not human beings. They have long become inexplicable lives. They may be alchemical puppets, green-skinned monsters, or elemental life, etc.

Anyway, they can't be human beings.

And if you have to maintain your human identity, you must have enough strength, otherwise there is no way to survive in this doomsday.

"Salvation has not yet succeeded, but the end of the world has come first." The savior goddess had a conflicted expression on her face as she walked towards the distant city with Jörmungandr. Next, it was time to reunite with her teacher.