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

"Is the training time too long?" The Alchemist Witch put down the report in her hand and asked Leticia who was walking over, "Should we reduce the training time appropriately so that you can spend more time with that man, otherwise your communication will only be limited to the night."

She crossed her slender legs and smiled with one hand on her chin.

"Training during the day and not getting rest at night, even if the body can bear it, the spirit can't bear it."

After Akhtar came to the alchemy workshop, she found that Leticia basically had no time to rest. She had to fight high-intensity battles during the day and sleep with her lover at night.

If it were a normal person, she would have died suddenly long ago. Only Leticia's strength improvement was not small, so she could barely hold on.

"Well, reduce the training time." Leticia nodded gently in agreement. If Akhtar hadn't come, she would only need to focus on training, but now she really couldn't focus on training, and she had to take some time off.

"By the way, what blessing did that man give you?" The Alchemist suddenly asked. She did not notice any change in Leticia's state, so she could not guess what blessing Leticia had received.

Leticia stretched out her hand, and the ash flame ignited in her palm. The swaying flame gave people a warm feeling.

"He said this is the original fire, I am not sure..." Before she finished speaking, the Alchemist appeared in front of her, holding her wrist tightly, staring at the swaying original fire.

The Alchemist did not know whether the man deliberately gave Leticia the original fire, but she was indeed looking for another application of the ash flame, that is, creation after burning everything.

In the prophecy of the three goddesses of fate, there was a preface to the creation recited by Akhtar himself.

At first, the world was a pile of ashes, until the Creator came, He ignited the original fire, and then there was light and dark, cold and hot, life and death, and the contradictions of opposition and unity thus generated the world.

Ordinary people may not think much about this preface, but she realized through this preface that the Ash Flame has a higher-level use, and that higher-level use can exist as the basic law of the new world.

And now the original flame in Leticia's hand is the result she has always hoped to study.

"Leticia, He is really good to you." The Alchemy Witch adjusted her breathing, and her expression became serious, revealing a cold feeling, as if she had withdrawn from her own humanity.

"Do you know how to use the original flame?"

Leticia shook her head and clenched the original flame in her hand. The flame overflowed from her nails and wrapped her hand, spreading along her white arm, and then swallowed her whole body, drowning her in the flame.

"After using the Primordial Flame, your strength and recovery will be greatly enhanced, and you can also resist many abnormal conditions."

The Alchemy Witch nodded and said, "Can you only passively accept the power of the Primordial Flame?"

Leticia nodded gently, and then extinguished the Primordial Flame covering her body. Her physical condition was obviously much better, but her magic power was severely depleted to the point of being almost exhausted.

This state is very close to the liberation of the Sword of Light, but this is only the consequence of slightly using the Primordial Flame.

In essence, it is because she has obtained power that does not belong to her now.

"It is not easy to master this level of power." The Alchemy Witch showed a distressed expression. She found that Leticia's talent was not enough to master the Primordial Flame. In theory, even if Leticia's life ended, it would not be enough to master the Primordial Flame.

It's like someone gets the answer to a question, but he can't understand it, so he must supplement the corresponding prerequisite knowledge.

And this prerequisite knowledge system covers almost everything, and it must be studied to a certain level. Usually, people who can achieve this level generally have the talent to become demons.

And there are also situations where you can't learn it.

"It doesn't matter." The Alchemy Witch pursed her lips and smiled at Leticia, "Talent and time are not a problem. I will help you make up for everything you need. You just need to have the perseverance to accept my training."

Leticia raised her hand and gently gathered the hair beside her ears. An apologetic smile appeared on her delicate face: "Sorry, I..."

"It has nothing to do with you." The Alchemy Witch put one hand on her waist and snorted: "If you can't teach students well, it's the teacher's incompetence."

Leticia was stunned for a moment and said: "Then all I can do is try my best to learn."

The Alchemy Witch nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the open door in the distance: "The Alchemy Workshop has a very extraordinary guest today."

"Who?" Leticia asked subconsciously, and saw the Alchemy Witch turned around and waved her hand with her back to her.

Leticia didn't ask any more questions, just smiled and said goodbye, and then returned to her residence.

The Alchemy Witch sat down on a chair nearby, took out a piece of paper and pen to revise the plan. She really had no problem with Leticia. Although she did expect Leticia to have the qualifications to become a witch, it was not worth regretting even if she didn't. It was just that she had to put in more effort.

And now the most critical prerequisite of the Ark Project has been met, which is already a very lucky thing.

If Leticia didn't exist, she might not be able to extract the original flame until the end of the world.

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Meanwhile.

On the other side.

"Teacher is leaving?" Ximu's gaze crossed Hecate's plump peaks and landed on that delicate and pretty face.

"Don't you plan to stay for a few days?"

"My master still has something to deal with." Hecate lowered her head, looked at the apprentice who was resting on her knees, and reached out to pinch his cheek, "If you want to be a master, just come to Gaotian to find a master. "

"Then we'll leave after tonight?" Ximu asked tentatively, and Hecate raised her hand to cover his eyes, followed by a gentle chuckle:

"If you leave after tonight, you will be treasonous." After saying this, Hecate turned into a shadow and disappeared in the living room.

Ximu rubbed his neck and was about to sit up.

"Teacher, are you reluctant?" The goddess of salvation trotted over, bent down and looked at Akhtar who was lying on the sofa, and then took the initiative to lift Akhtar's head and put it on her knees.

She touched Akhtar’s head.

"Teacher, is this comfortable?"

Ximu laughed dumbly and said, "You learn really fast, but you don't need to learn the knee pillow."

"Why?" the savior goddess wondered.

"What are your plans next?" Ximu asked without explaining, "Do you plan to stay here and live, or go out to experience?"

The Goddess of Savior pondered for a moment and asked, "What does the teacher think I should do?"

"It depends on whether you want to become stronger or not." Ximu sat up and said in a calm voice, "If you want to become stronger, you have to leave here and kill it yourself... No, defeating a demon or witch counts."

He spoke to the goddess of salvation.

"If you can't defeat all the demons or witches, then you have no way to save the world."

The Goddess of Savior blinked her eyes and immediately showed an expression of realization: "Is it just like the teacher defeating all the gods?"

"It can be understood this way." Ximu nodded, stretched out two fingers and poked the forehead of the savior goddess, "My stupid disciple, defeat all the demons and witches, otherwise you are not qualified to stand in front of me. "

The goddess of salvation was silent for a moment, raised her hand to touch her forehead, and then showed a pitiful expression: "Teacher, do you think I'm stupid?"

Ximu turned his head and said, "It's not that I think you're stupid, I just think it's more atmospheric to say it this way."

The savior's cheeks puffed up in anger.

Sometimes she couldn't understand her teacher's thoughts, no... but most of the time she couldn't understand her teacher's thoughts. According to the prophecy of the three goddesses of fate, her teacher gradually transformed from a hero to a destroyer under the gravity of Ragnarok. existence, the sense of tragic fate almost overflows.

But she has never seen the teacher have any negative emotions. She always has a gentle smile on her face, which makes people feel very reliable and reassuring.

"You should go out and practice tomorrow morning." Ximu reached out and poked the savior goddess' cheek, and there was a sound of air leakage.

"Find a weak demon or witch to fight. If everything goes well, you can come back before dinner."

The goddess of salvation nodded vigorously: "Yes."

If you just defeat a witch or demon who is not good at fighting, it shouldn't be very difficult.

And right now.

"A very special guest, are you?" came a gentle female voice. The goddess of savior subconsciously looked towards the place where the voice came from, and saw a girl with long blond hair and emerald green eyes walking towards her elegantly.

Both parties have long blond hair and are very beautiful, but their temperaments are different. The blond girl who came here has a more mature and elegant temperament, and has an affinity like a married woman.

"You shouldn't be talking about me!" The goddess of savior shook her head slightly, but Leticia showed a curious expression when she heard this. She put the cake in her hand on the table and showed a gentle smile to the goddess of savior:

"It's been a while since you've had cake?"

"It won't be long." The goddess of salvation said as she couldn't wait to open the box containing the cake.

Leticia smiled when she saw this, sat next to Akhtar very naturally, and said softly:

"Ms. Hecate, are you leaving just like that?"

Before coming back, she specifically found the white-haired girl to learn about the relevant situation. She came back after being fully prepared. Otherwise, she wouldn't have specially prepared the cake, just because the goddess of savior might have been greedy.

"My students will also be leaving tomorrow." Ximu chuckled, looking at the goddess of salvation eating cake.

After her apprentice challenges a few witches, he will burn the world to ashes, and then ask the omniscient saint to update the simulated world.

There is no value in continuing experiments in this simulated world now.

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The next day.

The border of Iris Kingdom.

The red waves crashed on the beach, submerging a pair of crystal jade feet, and then reluctantly faded away.

The cloned witch turned around gracefully, looked at the approaching savior goddess and Jörmungandr, and showed a charming smile:

"It's really touching to come to see her as soon as possible." She wiped away non-existent tears.

"Do you really want to meet me again?"

"It's to complete the task assigned by the teacher." The goddess of savior took out the golden holy sword out of thin air and approached the witch clone step by step. "The teacher asked me to defeat a witch or demon."

She explained it this way.

"And you're the latest witch."

"So I can only blame you for your misfortune." Jörmungandr shrugged slightly and spread his hands towards the witch clone, "If you don't stay in the Iris Kingdom..."

"If the mission requirement is to defeat a witch or demon." The clone witch put her delicate hand on her chin, "Then even if you kill the person, you are only destroying a clone. Does this count as defeating the witch?"

She stated the conditions for defeating herself.

"If you want to defeat me, you must kill or capture my clones all over the world, hiding in different corners, different spaces, and different environments. Only then can I be considered defeated."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The Goddess of Savior stopped. She had no psychological burden for beating the Doppelgänger, because the Doppelgänger always wanted to take the bodies of the Death Witch and the Plague Goddess. This was bullying her friends and family, so there was no point in beating her. psychological burden.

But now there is no way to complete the task assigned by the teacher by beating the clone witch. Who makes it impossible for her to launch a strike covering the whole world at once.

"Actually, I know a very weak witch." The clone witch covered her lips and smiled, "If you are interested, I will take you to find that witch quickly, but the price is that you do me a favor."

The goddess of salvation asked: "What do you want me to do for you?"

"Help me create an opportunity to get close to the Lord of Ashes." The clone witch told her plan, "No matter what method it is, I hope to create an opportunity to get close to the Lord of Ashes at the end of the world."

She blinked.

"Don't worry, this favor is limited to this simulation and will not affect anyone."

The Goddess of Savior thought for a moment and nodded gently in agreement.

At the end of this simulation, she will also wield her sword against Teacher Akhtar. Only in this way can she understand how strong Teacher Akhtar really is.

Otherwise she won't understand the weight of what she needs to do.

"This woman is not worthy of trust at all." Jörmungandr twitched the corner of his mouth, and saw the witch clone showing a sly smile, and began a series of guarantees, swearing that he would help find a weak witch.

Otherwise she will bark like a puppy.

Regardless of whether she is trustworthy or not, if you want to find a witch quickly, you have to rely on the clone witch who has countless clones.

after a while.

In a city that is completely different from the apocalyptic atmosphere, the city is surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and rows of high-rise buildings accommodate people of different ethnic groups. The level of prosperity is not inferior to that of the Lion Heart City in reality.

The land of fantasy.

This is the name of this city. It is said that the city was built by a fantasy witch who can create things that should exist through words.

"That's her." The clone witch pointed at the beautiful girl with long light red hair and a beret on the throne:

"Fantasy Witch basically has no fighting ability."

"Excuse me...can I fight you?" The goddess of salvation looked at the fantasy witch on the throne. "The teacher gave me a task, which is to defeat a witch or demon."

She was so assured.

"I will reward you accordingly afterwards."

"No one would be happy if they were beaten, right?" Fantasy... no, it's the goddess of lies.

She also didn't expect that when she disguised herself as a fantasy witch and came to the simulated world to study, someone would challenge her.

"But I will grant your wish." The goddess of lies disappeared and came to the side of the clone witch. She flicked her green-white palm and chopped off the clone witch's head like a sharp blade.

Blood spurted out and dyed the hall red. The body of the cloned witch fell directly to the ground, and was killed without even the slightest ability to resist.

And this was obviously an individual kill, but it seemed to contain a strange power that instantly affected the entire world.

The clone witches in different environments had blood bursting out from their necks at the same time, their heads fell off, and corpses fell to the ground one after another, losing their breath of life.

What happened.

It's not clear, but someone locked onto the existence of the clone witch in an instant, and then slashed the neck of the existence of the clone witch.

The result was that all the witch clones... died instantly.

"She is worthy of being a goddess who has reached the realm of omnipotence." In the uninhabited cave, the cloned witch whose head was severed suddenly spoke, red mist emerged from her neck, and she reattached the severed head.

Then the severed head suddenly disconnected, as if the concept of severed head was written into the existence of the clone witch.

It wasn't until several times that the cloned witch managed to regain her head, but even so, blood was still flowing from her neck, obviously not completely erasing the power engraved on her existence.

"Why is the Goddess of Lies so strong?" The cloned witch looked pale and analyzed why she was killed instantly. "Is it because of the simulated world that the omnipotent powerful can exert greater power, or is it because the omnipotent powerful itself is so powerful? powerful?"

No matter what, she can confirm one thing. Before she obtains indirect omnipotent power, she should not provoke the strong people who have reached the omnipotent realm.

Otherwise, she may be in danger in this world.

And at this time.

The land of fantasy.

"How do you want to challenge me, little guy?" The Goddess of Lies put her chin on the shoulders of the Goddess of Saviors, holding the Goddess of Saviors Yingying's waist with both hands, and her voice revealed amusement:

"Should we fight for our lives, or should we just compete with each other?"

Jörmungandr witnessed this scene and gritted his teeth and said: "You are not a fantasy witch!"

"Strong people are used to wearing multiple vests." The goddess of lies waved her hand and took a few steps back.

She curled her fingers at the goddess of salvation.

"Since you are willing to pay me later, I accept your challenge. It doesn't matter what means you use. As long as you can touch me a little, you will win."

The Goddess of Savior clenched the holy sword in her hand, fearlessly rushed towards the Goddess of Lies, and then fell to the ground, dropping the holy sword in her hand and rolling on the ground for several rounds.

"You can't even stand steadily, and you still want to fight?" The Goddess of Lies came to the side of the Goddess of Savior and squatted down:

"Who taught you that you can't even stand steadily."

The Goddess of Savior opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. She had never fallen since she was born. Even when fighting with Jörmungandr, she was very stable, but she just fell to the ground.

"Haha, it's really a cute reaction." The Goddess of Lies couldn't help laughing, "Little guy, if you want to choose a witch to fight, you have to choose... weak ones, don't choose too strong ones."

Although she was quite weak in the prophecy described by the three goddesses of fate, she was easily killed by the Lord of Ashes, and she had never fought with the God of Omniscience, but that was only because that group of people was too strong.

In fact, there are no more than ten people in this world who are stronger than her.