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

underground.

A spacious testing ground.

Leticia stood alone on the gray floor. She held a spiral long sword in one hand, looked around at the groups of alchemy puppets coming from the surrounding passages, and took the lead in launching an attack.

The blade of the sword slashed across, drawing a brilliant arc, cutting off the alchemy puppet that emerged from the waist. The blazing ash flames that immediately erupted were burned out by the alchemy puppet. The whole process was smooth and smooth, without a moment's hesitation.

at the same time.

on the other side.

"How do you feel?" The Alchemy Witch stroked the transparent single-sided glass with her hand and looked at the battle in the testing ground.

"Just judge by technical growth." She withdrew her gaze and looked at Akhtar beside her.

She has done special research on Akhtar's growth trajectory. This man has been able to grow up smoothly because he has extremely high fighting talent and can find a way to win as quickly as possible.

So she also cultivated Leticia's fighting skills.

"Do you want to train Leticia into another me?" Ximu asked, and the Alchemy Witch scratched her cheek and showed an embarrassed smile. After her eyes wandered for a moment, she said:

"If Leticia can follow your footsteps, then I may need to consider letting Leticia have adaptability to the flames of ash."

Xi Mu shook his head: "Since Leticia can adapt to the burning of ash flames, wouldn't your Ark plan be successful?"

"Since she is the mate of the Lord of Ashes, she should be a bit special and naturally have a certain degree of resistance, right?" The Alchemy Witch expressed her guess after seeing Akhtar's helpless expression.

She put her hands on her hips and explained with a smile:

"Any time we find a solution that seems possible, it's worth experimenting because we need to seize any possibility."

Since Akhtar and Letitia sleep on the same bed, the depth of mutual understanding is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people, so she will experiment with the mentality that it is not a pity to try.

"Then I'll look forward to your results." Ximu smiled, turned around and left, turning into a shadow and disappearing in a few steps.

The alchemy witch blinked, then hurried to the side of the white-haired girl, put her hands on her shoulders and asked:

"Did that man give you a blessing last night?"

"Does this matter?" The white-haired girl took a step back, only to find that her shoulders were being held down by the Alchemy Witch.

"Did the Lord of Ashes leave a blessing in your belly?" The Alchemy Witch pressed the white-haired girl's belly with her other hand.

There was silence.

The white-haired girl pushed the Alchemy Witch away with a look of disgust, and then suggested coldly, "If you really want to get the blessing of the Lord of Ashes, then I suggest you disguise yourself as me. Anyway, this is not technically useful to my mother. difficulty."

The Alchemist Witch was stunned for a moment, and then fell into deep thought. If she could directly study the abnormal information of the Lord of Ashes, or give birth to corresponding offspring, then it might be possible to find a way to adapt to the Flame of Ashes.

If a white-haired girl goes to... No, that will definitely be seen through by the Lord of Ashes.

…

…

The wind and sand blew by, raising smoke and dust on the ground.

The Goddess of Savior stood in front of the heavy gate, looking at the alchemy doll holding her own head at the gate and showing an expression that she wanted to speak.

Why would someone be so bored and play with their own brains?

"A new dreamer?" The guard at the door connected his head, moved his neck, and then asked in a casual tone:

"Are you here to change your body, or are you just a traveler?"

"We're here to find someone." Jormungandr stood up and described the person he was looking for.

The guard at the door thought for a moment:

"There are indeed such people recently, but they are all distinguished guests of the Alchemy Witch, and they are not just people you can meet casually."

His pupils opened and closed, flickering like a camera.

"Wait a moment, we need to contact Princess Leticia, as long as..."

"No need." Putting a hand on the guard's shoulder, Ximu walked out of thin air and smiled at the goddess of salvation.

But before he could speak, he was hugged by the goddess of salvation. She rubbed her face against Akhtar's chest and vented her longing.

Ximu raised his hand and stroked the head of the girl in his arms, then glanced at Jörmungandr and smiled:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jörmungandr opened her mouth. Through the words of the clone witch and the monster witch, she knew that the savior goddess teacher was the Lord of Ashes, a terrifying existence that would burn the world in the future.

But now this terrifying being greeted her cordially, and his words were very familiar, as if he had known her for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment.

"I don't retain memories of the future."

"It doesn't matter, I just remember you." Ximu said to Jörmungandr while caressing the girl in his arms:

"My partner will be very happy to see you. You will also have the opportunity to stay together and chat more often in the future."

Jörmungandr opened her mouth, and then nodded slightly. She originally thought that she was not even afraid of death, but after actually facing this truly great existence, she still found that she was unconsciously restrained.

Seeing this, Ximu smiled gently, then looked down at the student in his arms, and said softly: "Let's go, let's change places to chat."

The goddess of salvation broke away from the teacher's arms. The moment she was held by the teacher's hand and led away, the scenery in her eyes changed. From the city gate to the warm living room, the whole switching process was too fast for people to react.

Jörmungandr stood still not far away and was surprised for a moment, then calmed down immediately.

Even the most powerful people in this world can appear and disappear.

"Sit down." Ximu pointed to the sofa, then turned to Jormungandr and said, "Sleipnir is still sleeping in, in the bedroom behind you, and the door is unlocked."

"Then we won't disturb your master-disciple reminiscing." Jörmungandr nodded with a smile and walked towards the room behind him, tiptoeing slightly without making any sound.

The door opened slightly, and Jörmungandr walked in. A moment later, the scream of a young mare was heard, and then a series of slapstick sounds were heard.

Ximu glanced at the little mare's room, then waved slightly, opened the door and closed it, cutting off the sound of their fight.

The filly is usually very quiet, but if it meets its sister, it will become very lively.

"Teacher, I encountered something before coming to the Iris Kingdom." The goddess of salvation said softly:

“I met teachers’ teachers.”

"Teacher Hecate." Ximu said softly, as if the name had some magic power, making the air in the living room heavy, as if something strange was mixed in the air.

The Goddess of Savior looked around and felt something was wrong, but could not detect anything unusual.

Until she saw Teacher Akhtar pick up the teapot on the table and pour a cup of tea for Hecate, the witch of destiny beside her.

"Teacher, why are you here?" Ximu looked at the woman who appeared beside him. She was wearing a loose magician's robe, but it could not completely cover her body curves, showing the elegance and mystery of a mature woman.

"Disciples don't come to be teachers." Hecate's voice was as gentle as ever, making it impossible to detect specific emotions.

She picked up the tea cup on the table and rubbed her fingers against the edge of the cup.

"As a teacher, you can only find your own apprentice."

"I also thought about going to the teacher immediately." Ximu showed a troubled expression, "But the teacher keeps shutting himself in the gap of time. Obviously there is something very important, and I can't disturb him casually."

"Is that so?" Hecate raised her hand and gently held the hair beside her ears, then lowered her eyes slightly and said:

"I thought the apprentice had graduated and no longer needed to be a master."

"There should be no one in this world who would be willing to graduate from Teacher Hecate." Ximu smiled, "Teacher Hecate is not only beautiful, but also has a gentle personality, and she treats her apprentices with the utmost doting."

He asserted so.

"Anyone who wants to graduate from Teacher Hecate must be mentally ill."

"Why didn't I realize that you were so good at talking before I became a master?" Hecate sighed softly, and the dissatisfaction in her heart disappeared under the sweet words of her apprentice, although she knew very well that Akhtar was coaxing her.

But Akhtar meant what he said.

The goddess of savior beside her stared blankly at this scene, silently writing down what Teacher Akhtar said.

This will definitely be useful next time.

"It's just what I think in my heart." Ximu smiled, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip:

"But there is a reason to meet others first." He looked at the fate witch Hecate's curious eyes and explained, "If there is no way to cross Ragnarok, I hope to say goodbye to them one by one."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The Goddess of Savior held the tea cup and took a sip. She wanted to leave the living room and go chat with Sleipnir.

The atmosphere here is a bit depressing.

"Savior, you go and play with Sleipnir." Ximu suddenly spoke, making the goddess of salvation sigh in relief. She quickly drank the tea in the cup and ran to Sleipnir's room.

"Apprentice, is this simulated world prepared by you for the new world model?" Hecate, the witch of destiny, asked directly, "Is there a way to save the world?"

Ximu nodded slightly: "As long as I exert the player's power to the extent that it surpasses the Lord of Ashes, I can create something out of nothing."

He looked at the ceiling.

"The crisis of Ragnarok will be solved."

"Superior to the Lord of Ashes?" The Witch of Destiny fell into thinking, "Is there any power stronger than the Lord of Ashes in this world?"

Ximu smiled and said: "Theoretically, there is a stronger power."

Hecate did not refute this whimsical idea, but instead seriously asked Akhtar what he planned to do and what the so-called stronger power was about.

Chatted for a long time.

Ximu's sitting posture also gradually changed, from leaning on the sofa to slowly leaning on Hecate's shoulders, and then resting on Hecate's knees as if she disliked the discomfort.

The two sides are still talking about the deepest secrets of the world, which determine what the future of the world will look like.

But as long as you look at the postures of the two people, it has absolutely nothing to do with seriousness. It looks more like lovers...or mother and son sitting together and chatting.

Not far away, the door of the room was gently pushed open, and the goddess of salvation quietly poked her head in, observing the scene between Hecate, the witch of destiny, and teacher Akhtar, and found that the master and disciple could still be so close to each other.

Well, it will definitely be put to good use next time.

Ximu yawned and looked at the savior goddess peeping not far away. Perhaps he felt that sleeping in this position did not fit the image of a teacher, so he lazily turned over and faced Teacher Hecate's soft belly.

Not to look at the Goddess of Salvation would be to make no mistake.

Hecate looked down at Akhtar, who was pillowing her knees and facing her belly. She could clearly feel the heat of Akhtar's breath.

"If one day I do something extremely rebellious." Ximu suddenly asked, "Teacher, can you forgive me?"

The witch of fate Hecate touched the apprentice's head and asked, "Do you mean burning the world?"

Ximu did not answer.

Seeing this, Hecate paused and then returned to her natural state, saying softly, "Wait for the teacher to find the correct destiny, and then you can do whatever you want."

"Then the teacher may only find the correct destiny by going to the outside of the world." Ximu said that there is an inevitable destiny in this world, that is, Ragnarok will inevitably come, although the form of Ragnarok will be different, but the fate of Ragnarok will inevitably come.

"Is there another world outside the world?" Hecate asked, and then heard the apprentice describe the scenery of different worlds, although most of them sounded like a story.

But if there is another world outside the world, then no matter how bizarre the scenery is, it may exist.

And she heard a kind of expectation from the tone of the apprentice, her apprentice was looking forward to the scenery outside the world.

…

…

Hekate and Akhtar chatted for a long time, and the setting sun outside the window became dim. It was so long that the savior goddess lost interest in eavesdropping.

In a bright room.

The savior goddess lay on the soft bed, ignoring Sleipnir and Jörmungandr who were fighting next to her and almost taking off their clothes, until a black lace underwear fell on her face.

"Sleipnir, you are so arrogant!" Jörmungandr covered his full chest with one hand and covered his lower body without underwear with the other hand. She glared at Sleipnir with messy hair and also covered Sleipnir who was looking closely.

Both sides looked at each other without weakness.

The savior goddess silently took off the black lace underwear covering her face, handed it to Jörmungandr, and said, "Do you want to put it on?"

"Yes." Jörmungandr took the underwear and found that it had been torn and there was no way to put it on.

"I still have clothes in my room." Sleipnir got up and took out a few sets of clothes from the closet.

There is no shortage of clothes at the Alchemist's place. As long as the Alchemist creates a doll, you can get relatively suitable clothes by checking your body. Her figure is similar to Jörmungandr's.

"It's a bit tight." Jörmungandr put on the clothes and touched his buttocks, "Sleipnir, have you grown up?"

Sleipnir said lightly: "You are too skinny."

Jörmungandr was silent for a while, and then changed the subject. She looked at the Savior Goddess and said: "Savior, how did you accept the Lord of Ashes as your teacher?"

Sleipnir also cast a curious look. She understood the significance of the birth of the Savior Goddess, but she never thought that the Savior Goddess could threaten Akhtar's safety. If she was in her prime, that is, when she was Akhtar's partner, she was confident that she could kill the Savior Goddess with one blow.

At that time, she was a woman who really mastered killing gods.

"At that time, I didn't know that the teacher was the Lord of Ashes." The Savior Goddess sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, hugging her knees with both hands, revealing a look of reminiscence.

"The teacher didn't tell me his identity at the beginning. It was only when I heard the Plague Goddess calling the teacher's name and knew the prophecy of the three goddesses of fate that I found out that the teacher was the legendary Lord of Ashes."

Sleipnir asked: "Are you angry?"

The Savior Goddess shook her head gently and asked back: "I am the Savior Goddess, but I am also the teacher's student. There is no conflict."

Jörmungandr asked in confusion: "But aren't you destined to cross the Ragnarok?"

If it were her, she could have a good chat with Akhtar until the Ragnarok came and she fought with all her strength, but the Savior Goddess, who was born not long ago, could not be so mature.

For the newly born Savior Goddess, Akhtar is everything to the Savior Goddess, and the only home she can go back to in this world.

And if Akhtar is killed, it will destroy everything.

"The Savior Goddess's responsibility is to save the world. If she can't even save her teacher, then there is no point in saving the world." The Savior Goddess expressed her thoughts, "Killing the teacher will not save the world. Ragnarok still exists. The only way to save the world is to get rid of the eternal cycle of reincarnation."

She hugged her knees tightly.

"So I have already decided that I want to save the world, but I also want to save my teacher and completely cut off this eternal cycle."

Sleipnir subconsciously wanted to laugh, but looking at the girl hugging her knees with a serious expression, he found that he laughed out loud. This girl is really so stubborn that she wants to do something that even Akhtar can't do.

"It's really an answer that makes people laugh." She whispered, but her view of the savior goddess has changed subversively.

This savior goddess who looks young and innocent has a belief beyond her. She is willing to be the enemy of the gods for Akhtar, but she will not think of saving Akhtar and saving the world.

That is impossible, because if even Akhtar can't do it, then she can't do it even more.

But the savior goddess has this idea.

"It's really a surprising answer." Jörmungandr flicked her green hair, "I am more and more looking forward to what you can do."

The savior goddess blinked: "Aren't you laughing at me?"

"Why do you laugh?" Jörmungand asked in confusion, and saw the savior scratching her cheek, her voice a little embarrassed: "Because the sick witch sister laughed, holding her stomach and rolling on the bed, she thought my idea was naive, and I actually wanted to save everyone."

Jörmungand frowned and said, "How did that woman deny it?"

The savior goddess recalled what the sick witch said: "For any dream and wish, it is best to understand the consequences and be prepared for the consequences after the dream is shattered, otherwise don't easily confirm your dream."

Her voice became softer and softer.

"Saved everyone, but it doesn't mean that everyone will be grateful for your rescue. Maybe they will resent you even more and want to kill you in anger, so it is more important to protect yourself first and protect the people around you."

"As for saving the world, just do it easily,"