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

"Lord Akhtar, do you like my gift?" A gentle and respectful voice came into his ears. Ximu opened his eyes and saw a girl with black hair like a waterfall, kneeling gracefully beside him, smiling and looking at him.

He did receive a gift last night, but that gift was the puppet girl herself.

"It's really a very unique gift." Ximu commented, while observing the surroundings, only to see puppets with moving figures being dragged into the void by imperceptible silk threads and disappearing silently.

And these puppets with moving figures are all carefully prepared gifts by the puppet girl, gathering thousands of beautiful, thousands of customs, and thousands of whispers of puppetry.

As for the black-haired girl kneeling beside her, she was the original appearance of the puppet girl, and she was also the master who moved all the puppets, belonging to the puppet girl...real

"Can I understand that you are satisfied?" The puppet girl leaned down, her long black hair slid down her shoulders and fell on Akhtar's face, and whispered softly:

"If there is anything you are not satisfied with, Lord Akhtar, just let me know, but please don't ask me to make a puppet the same as the Witch of Death."

With the ultimate puppet technology, she can have the beauty of anyone, but that is only in theory. If you dare to use a puppet that looks like the Witch of Death, it is no different from suicide.

"Can others do it?" Ximu stood up and said casually, and the puppet girl was silent after hearing this, and whispered a few words to Akhtar's ear.

Ximu's expression became subtle. He didn't expect the puppet girl to be so bold.

"Are you going to stay, Lord Akhtar?" The puppet girl asked with a smile, but her body was very honest. She put on the clothes she had prepared in advance for Akhtar.

"It doesn't matter if it's a few days or a few years. As long as Lord Akhtar is willing, I'm willing..."

"There's not a few years now." Ximu shook his head gently, and the puppet girl was not disappointed when she heard it. She just put on Akhtar's clothes and changed the subject at the same time.

"How long does Lord Akhtar plan to stay in the Death Cult?"

Ximu thought for a while: "Maybe a few days."

"Will you go to see the Death Witch after that?" The puppet girl asked.

Ximu nodded when he heard it. He really needed to see the Death Witch and confirm the Death Witch's creation of the kingdom of death in death.

If he could be sure to take everyone to a new world, then he would have another choice.

A few days later.

This world has changed a lot. Many people have begun to openly believe in witches and demons, and have brought the thoughts and beliefs born in the simulated world to reality.

This has indirectly led to the subtle style of this world. Many people have applied everything they learned in the simulated world to themselves, directly transforming themselves into alchemical puppets, or new life forms such as elemental life, monsters, and corpses.

Among these many life forms, corpses are the most common choice.

However.

"What's the good of choosing to become a corpse?" The Corpse Witch lay on the table, looking listless.

She said as if complaining:

"I can't help them get through the Ragnarok."

"Who makes your threshold for obtaining power the lowest?" A cold female voice came, and the Moon Witch looked sleepy and came over with a thick stack of documents.

"Seeking the power of other demons or witches requires certain prerequisites, but you only need a living corpse."

At this point, she added another sentence.

"And turning into a corpse does not prevent them from seeking other powers."

"..."

The Corpse Witch became even more listless after hearing this.

But she admitted that what the Moon Witch said was true. Nowadays, there are so many people who voluntarily turn into corpses, just because the threshold is very low. As long as you are a living person and have your own fresh flesh, you can turn yourself into a corpse.

Of course, this does not mean that you can gain very strong power after turning into a corpse. It is simply because many people in the simulation world choose to become corpses and have accumulated a lot of experience on how to make corpses stronger.

Otherwise, directly turning into a corpse may not be able to beat a dog.

"If you have nothing to do, bring Akhtar to hell." The Moon Witch suddenly said. Facing the surprised eyes of the Corpse Witch, she explained coldly, "That man is in the Death Cult. You just need to bring him to the Death Witch."

The Corpse Witch's focus was a little subtle: "Why does it feel like everyone knows that Akhtar has arrived?"

"The Death Witch told me." The Moon Witch said expressionlessly, "And that man didn't pay much attention to hiding his whereabouts."

As for the whereabouts of Akhtar, as long as there is a slightly sensitive existence, the information about Akhtar's arrival can be known, but because the information about Akhtar's arrival is too... terrifying, most people who know it choose to conceal it.

"Okay, I'll go and call Akhtar to hell." The Corpse Witch deliberately lengthened her voice, as if she was talking about something serious.

The Moon Witch just nodded slightly when she heard this, and then turned and left the castle. She is now at the bottom of hell, assisting the Goddess of Death and the Death Witch to create a world of death in death.

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The Cult of Death.

Beachside.

Ximu was lying on a chair, holding a glass of juice, looking at the people on the beach not far away. He saw the shark girl Kashute throwing up a volleyball, then hitting it hard, and the air exploded, shooting out like a cannonball.

On the opposite side, Evelin subconsciously raised her hand, and immediately slapped it hard, causing the volleyball to explode. There was no way she could withstand the huge force coming from the shark girl Kasiut.

"The material is not good." Shark Girl Cassuta commented. She had already pulled back her strength, but the quality of the volleyball was still not good.

"Well, how about swimming." Evelin thought for a moment, her eyes falling on the endless sea. The setting sun dyed the sea surface red, as if the sun was setting the entire sea on fire.

And in the sunset scenery, a small black spot quickly enlarged, and it became clear after a moment. It was a mature woman with white bandages all over her body, with long aqua hair hanging down around her waist, and a pair of slender thighs stepping on the sea. , without a trace of ripples.

"It's really an enviable life." The Corpse Witch walked ashore and glanced at the people playing volleyball not far away. Then she turned her eyes to Akhtar lying on the bench and showed a wicked smile, " It’s a pity that your time has come and it’s time to go to hell.”

"When did you change your profession and become the Apostle of Hell?" Ximu sat up straight and placed the juice on the table beside him.

The Corpse Witch asked with a smile: "So what is your choice?"

"Let me say goodbye, okay?" Ximu asked as he walked towards everyone. After explaining the reason, he went to hell with the Corpse Witch.

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The bottom of hell.

The God of Hell was sitting at the dining table, looking at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of him expressionlessly, twitching his lips and saying:

"The Corpse Witch...and the Lord of Ashes?"

"Although that's right." Ximu smiled gently, "But we can be considered old friends. Just call me Akhtar."

Who are your old friends?

The God of Hell thought this way. He had suffered a lot because of Akhtar. If the Creation Witch hadn't cooperated with the gods later and lifted his alienated state, he would still have to experience life worse than death. torture.

"Ah... Hetar, why do you appear in hell." He forced a smile.

"Of course it's to burn out hell." Ximu said nonchalantly, looking at the God of Hell's suddenly alert and frightened eyes.

He changed his tune.

"Think about it and know it's impossible."

God of Hell: "..."

The knight who dared to break into hell at the beginning has now become evil, but he has no way, who can make the other party, the Lord of Ashes, press him to the ground and rub him.

"Please stop making such jokes." He raised his hand to cover his forehead, his voice revealing his fatigue, "My current mental state can't stand the torment."

Although he has been released from the alienated state by the Creation Witch, there is still a problem with his mental state after all, and he must take a long time to heal himself. This is like a weak state after illness.

"Then I won't bother you." Ximu smiled, came to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Not far away, the corpse witch saw this and naturally sat next to Akhtar. Her relationship with Akhtar... was close, it seemed to be very close. The two parties had communicated at a negative distance in the simulated world.

"I still have work to do." The God of Hell stood up suddenly, then glanced at the untouched food on the table, and then resolutely chose to leave the living room. He did not want to get too close to Akhtar.

Theoretically, there is no danger for him to get along with Akhtar now, but it is like a normal person having dinner with a tiger. There is no way to guarantee that the tiger will only eat the food on the table and not choose to eat you by the way.

So the wisest choice is to leave.

"Am I that scary?" Ximu asked the Corpse Witch, and saw the Corpse Witch looking at him carefully, and then came to a conclusion.

"You're pretty scary sometimes."

Ximu asked: "For example?"

"For example, she likes to tear off my bandages." The Corpse Witch raised her hand and gently placed it on her chest. She remembered everything that happened in the simulated world, and the man tore off her bandages with his own hands.

"Then I will untie it slowly next time." Ximu said this, and he heard footsteps approaching from far away. When he turned his head and looked around, he saw the Death Witch standing in front of him, with the Goddess of Death beside him.

"Unlock what?" The Death Witch's cold voice was filled with doubts, and her sapphire eyes reflected Akhtar's expression.

The goddess of death showed an interesting expression, curious about how Akhtar would answer.

"Untie the knot in my heart." The corpse witch suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention. She flipped up her long blue hair as if nothing had happened, and said in an extremely natural tone, "Before I became a witch, I had a knot in my heart that I couldn't let go of. , Akhtar plans to help me untie it slowly."

Ximu was silent for a moment, then nodded affirmatively: "That's right."

"Ha... It's like something a hero would say." The goddess of death chuckled, but she didn't expose the matter. Who made Akhtar the Lord of Ashes now? As long as this man doesn't burn the world into ashes , then it can be forgiven no matter what Akhtar does.

Not to mention communicating with the witch, even communicating with the goddess is not a problem.

"Let's talk about serious matters." The Witch of Death chose to change the subject and calmly told Akhtar her purpose, "I need to confirm whether the world of death can withstand the flames of ashes."

Ximu nodded: "The Witch of Death wants me to use ashes to burn the world of death?"

"It would be better if the world could be burned directly." The Death Witch gave an unexpected answer, "While you are ensuring humanity, try to actually burn the world as many times as possible, so that we can get..."

Ximu was silent for a moment, looked at the goddess of death and said, "Did you come up with this plan?"

"Why do you suspect that I proposed this plan?" The goddess of death felt that she was insulted, and immediately smiled sweetly, "Such a cold and extreme plan, of course it was your witch of death who proposed it."

"As expected of the Death Witch, you can come up with such a reasonable plan." Ximu changed his tone.

Goddess of Death: "..."

If it were her who said she brought it up, wouldn't it be cold-blooded? This guy would still prefer to help those around him as always.

"There is no problem in burning the world a few more times while I remain human." Ximu picked up the unopened wine bottle on the table, broke it with his bare hands, and then poured three glasses of wine.

"But burning the world multiple times is too much trouble, whether it's the gods or... ordinary people."

He asked the Death Witch.

"Is there a milder solution?"

In fact, he can understand the thoughts of the Death Witch. Even if she burns the world, she only needs to reset the time.

And the benefits are undoubtedly huge.

But for people who cannot retain time-retrospective memories, it is no different from real death.

"You just come and burn the world of death." The Witch of Death did not force it, and directly said the next best solution. She really felt that burning the world several times would allow her to collect relatively reliable data. But she also knows that most people find it difficult to accept this plan.

Although in theory this plan maximizes profits, as long as it succeeds everyone can survive.

But for ordinary people who have no way to maintain their memories in time retrospect, it is essentially the same as death.

"Okay." Ximu agreed. He had plenty of time to slowly experiment with the Death Witch.

The Death Goddess breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She was really worried that Akhtar would agree. Although the Death Witch's plan seemed to maximize benefits, it was still difficult for most people to accept.

At this moment, the simulation world suddenly opened.

"The adjustment is really fast." Ximu sighed. Although he did not fall into a dream, he could still feel the changes in the world with his strength. This ability came from his player power. As long as there were any changes in the game of the world, he would It can be known and understood in a manner similar to announcements.

"Akhtar, you may really need to burn the world." Eden walked out of the void and took off the cloak on his head. "If we just build a new world at the end of time, there will be many difficulties in constructing a world view. Make up for the mistakes.”