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

"Create a new world at the end of time?" The goddess of death frowned, stared at Akhtar and asked, "Do you already have a solution to Ragnarok?"

The Witch of Death also cast a curious look after hearing this. She was not surprised that Akhtar had the ability to overcome the crisis of Ragnarok. Now that Akhtar can project his existence into the past, that means he has the ability to solve the crisis of Ragnarok. The twilight crisis is also understandable.

"It would be great if there was a way to solve it smoothly." The Corpse Witch patted her chest, her sapphire eyes revealing her expectation, even though she had long been mentally prepared to be burned to ashes by Akhtar. But if you can avoid death, it is better not to die after all.

"The current solution is just... theory." Ximu showed a helpless expression and explained while looking at the looks from everyone, "Now I am not absolutely sure that I can solve the crisis of Ragnarok."

He turned to look at Eden.

"Our current plan is to create a relatively stable world model in the future, and then I will create everything at the end of time."

The Witch of Death nodded and asked the question she was most concerned about, "Is the world created with the power of the Lord of Ashes the world you expected?"

She knew something about the power of the Lord of Ashes. Its essence was that the errors and omissions in the world created by the omniscient God led to the emergence of a correction mechanism that cleared all the errors and omissions in the old world and then started everything over again.

This correction mechanism is the essence of the Lord of Ashes. He is both the destroyer of the old world and the creator of the new world. However, the underlying model for creating a specific world can only come from the power of the Lord of Ashes.

At present, it seems that it is the power related to flames, just like the preface to the creation woven by Akhtar. The order of sensitivity, heat and cold, life and death, etc. are shaped by flames.

But that world would not be in line with Akhtar’s expectations.

"So I need to exert my power to the extent that it surpasses the Lord of Ashes." Ximu stretched out his hand and spread his fingers. "The world is not created by the identity of the Lord of Ashes, but by the identity of the players."

The Witch of Death nodded calmly and asked: "Then have you used the player's power to the omnipotent level?"

Today, Akhtar has two kinds of power. One is naturally the power from the Lord of Ashes. This power represents a complete world model. As long as you have the identity of the Lord of Ashes, you can fully master the power of the Lord of Ashes. The power of the Lord can create a new world.

The other is Akhtar's unique ability. This ability represents Akhtar's desire to exist, and also represents Akhtar's self. However, this ability requires Akhtar himself. Exercise and gradually grow to the level of omnipotence.

"I will deduce the player's power to the height of omnipotence as soon as possible." Ximu smiled. He will definitely be able to push the player's power to the height of omnipotence. This is not because he is overconfident in his talent, but simply because he stands at the level of the Lord of Ashes. , there is basically no difficulty in inferring how a player's power can grow to the height of omnipotence.

"If you want to grow to the height of omnipotence as soon as possible." The Witch of Death expressed her understanding, "You need to clarify the scenery of the world in your mind and what you want the world in your eyes to look like."

Her sapphire eyes revealed seriousness.

"The essence of everyone's abilities is their own wishes, and knowing what the world will be like after your wishes are fulfilled is the most critical part of growing into omnipotence."

The Goddess of Death chuckled when she heard this, glanced at Akhtar and said, "This man should have already confirmed what kind of world he wants, otherwise he wouldn't have asked Eden for help."

The Witch of Death shook her head, "He just wants to create a more stable world, but that doesn't mean that's the world in his mind."

"The Witch of Death really understands me." Ximu admitted frankly, and then shook his head, "But creating a relatively stable world is indeed what I hope for."

The Death Witch did not speak, but nodded slightly.

She just wanted to tell Akhtar how to achieve omnipotence as quickly as possible. She didn't care about the specific world Akhtar wanted to create.

And everything mentioned now is based on assumptions. No one can guarantee that Akhtar will not exhaust his humanity before reaching omnipotence, and there is no way to guarantee that Akhtar can use player power to create the world.

"Oh, I'm really enviable." The Corpse Witch clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention, "Having the Omniscient Saint help deduce the new world model, and having the Death Witch personally guide you, this kind of treatment is truly unique. ”

She led the conversation nonchalantly.

"But what exactly does the omniscient saint mean by burning the world?"

Eden explained in a gentle voice, "If you just create a new world at the end of time, the past history will still exist. If someone disturbs the past history, it will affect the new world."

Her eyes were slightly lowered.

"Preserving the past history will have obvious errors and omissions, which will make the new world unstable. If the Witch of Time continues to be born, or if demons from outside the world exist like this, the new world will soon usher in Ragnarok."

The Corpse Witch subconsciously asked: "Can't you stand in the time period when the world changes and block everyone from peeking into the past?"

"Yes." Eden answered affirmatively, "But people who are isolated from this time period will have to face the pressure of all those who can interfere with time in the future. As time spreads to the longer future, more and more strong people and geniuses will be born. The more there are, and sooner or later they will try to cross the wall of time."

The corpse witch asked again: "If the strong man is suppressed..."

Before she finished speaking, she fell silent quickly, suddenly realizing that she had made almost the same choice as the omniscient god, that is, to suppress the latecomers and prevent them from growing to a corresponding height and threatening their safety.

"There is no point in discussing this." Ximu shook his head and his eyes fell on the Death Witch. "If the Death Witch's plan can go smoothly, then there will basically be no problem."

"How can the Death Witch's plan go smoothly?" The Death Goddess put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "This is obviously a plan jointly implemented by the Death Witch and I."

"Sorry." Ximu unexpectedly apologized readily, and then offered compensation, "If the plan is executed smoothly, I will still support you as the goddess of death when the new world comes."

Goddess of Death: "..."

Why does it sound like I'm not happy at all? In the old world, I had to work overtime all the time, but in the new world, I still have to work overtime all the time.

So what's the point of her efforts to cross Ragnarok?

"Come with me to experiment with the world of burning death in death." The Death Witch turned around and planned to take Akhtar to experiment.

However.

"Can you wait a moment?" Ximu showed a troubled expression, looking at the cute Death Witch who turned her head with a puzzled expression.

"I also want to meet a friend."

The Death Witch nodded, and then asked calmly, "When will you be free to accompany me in my experiments?"

Ximu gave an accurate answer: "Two days later."

Upon hearing this, the Witch of Death stared deeply at Akhtar, then stretched out her finger and poked Akhtar's chest. The faint blue flame burned on her green-white fingers, leaving traces on Akhtar's chest like ink. .

After a moment she withdrew her hand.

"If you burn out my favor next time, I won't replenish it for you." After saying this, the figure turned into blue flames and disappeared from the place.

Ximu lowered his head and touched his chest. He had regained control of the power from the Death Witch. Although the power of the Death Witch was just the icing on the cake for him now, it made him feel happy and nostalgic.

"Which woman are you going to see next?" the corpse witch asked curiously, and Akhtar cast a confused look, then shook his head and explained:

"To meet a...man."

The corpse witch's eyes widened subconsciously, and immediately a man... no, two men appeared in her mind.

As far as she knows, there are only two men who have not reached omnipotence in this era and still retain memories of the future.

Michael——

He is known as a saint-like existence who can charm the gods. Every country he goes to will bring peace and happiness. He has countless followers and is a saint-like existence.

But this is not what Michael is most famous for. Currently, he is most well-known for his ambiguous relationship with the Lord of Ashes.

"Akhtar and I are really just friends." Michael put down his wine glass and looked at the people in the banquet hall with a helpless expression, "You... don't make up your own mind, otherwise I will be very distressed."

"It's rare for friendship to be this good." A noble girl covered the lower half of her face with a folding fan, her eyes full of gossip, "I will challenge the gods for you, this kind of relationship..."

"I challenged the gods because of my sister." Michael shook his head, but the people around him didn't care about his explanation. They were just excited about the relationship they imagined.

Obviously Akhtar is such a terrifying existence, but people can arrange the relationship between him and Akhtar in this way.

It's true that he can't understand it.

"It sounds like I'm just here for you, Mister." A familiar chuckle suddenly came, making Michael suddenly stunned for a moment, and then he regained his composure.

Everyone present did not notice anything strange and still focused their attention on him, but he could clearly feel that there was someone else around him.

"If you are here for me, you will be troubled." Michael picked up the wine glass on the table, poured a full glass of red wine, and handed it to the man next to him, "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Maybe I'm just a fake." Ximu shook the red wine glass.

Michael shook his head: "There should be few people in this world who dare to pretend to be you around me, and those who have the ability to do so without making the Lord of Ashes angry have no reason to do such a thing."

Xi Mu seemed to be surprised and said, "Just based on this, you can conclude that I am who I am?"

Michael smiled, clinked the wine glasses with Akhtar, then drank the red wine in one gulp, and said with a hearty smile:

"How could I have mistaken my friend?"

"Kill your friend?" Ximu laughed and chatted with Michael. However, everyone in the banquet hall did not notice the abnormality. They all ignored Michael, as if Michael had never existed.

Chatted for a long time.

Ximu stood up and said to the slightly drunk Michael, "Aren't you going to fall asleep?"

"No one here intends to fall asleep." Michael explained to Akhtar, "They don't believe in the simulated world created by the delusional devil, and they plan to wait and see for a while."

Many people in this world are worried about the virtual world created by the delusional devil. Once they join, there is no way to leave, so they all plan to wait and see for a while, otherwise the delusional devil suddenly forces everyone to be unable to wake up from their dreams and stipulates that everyone must force their way into the virtual world. A hundred levels of hell.

Wouldn't that be very disappointing?

"The simulation world is safe." Ximu waved his hand, and his figure gradually blurred, blending into the crowd. "If you are interested, you can join the simulation world. Don't worry about not being able to wake up."

Michael nodded, then chuckled: "Are you going to find Mister next?"

Ximu paused slightly, then disappeared from the spot.

And a moment after he left, everyone in the banquet hall gathered around Michael again, not paying attention to the previous abnormality.

at the same time.

On the second floor balcony of the banquet hall.

Mister folded her arms with one hand and leaned her tall body lightly against the wall. The evening breeze blew through her long red hair, giving people a lovable feeling.

However, after realizing that someone was approaching, his momentum changed instantly, like a sharp blade being unsheathed, giving people an extremely sharp and dangerous feeling.

Ximu commented: "You are stronger."

Mist was slightly startled when she heard this, her pupils reflected the man in front of her, and after a moment she drew her sword and struck out without hesitation. The flash of arc contained full expectation, and if it was that man, she would definitely be able to block it.

"Qiang!" Ximu raised his finger and collided with the blade, causing sparks to fly out.

"To hurt the Lord of Ashes as a human being is a miracle that even the gods think is impossible."

Mist took back the long knife, looked at Akhtar's fingers, and shook her head slightly, "If you mean manicure."

"Fingernails are weapons that can be used in combat at any time." Ximu moved his fingers, "So you have damaged the weapon used by the Lord of Ashes in combat."

Mist didn't speak and looked at the man in front of her quietly until Akhtar showed a confused look.

She took the initiative to hug Akhtar in her arms. The intensity of the hug made people feel suffocated, but she had no intention of relaxing. Instead, she hugged the man in front of her even harder.

"Have I accepted the correct death of the delusional demon?" she whispered, "otherwise, why would I see you again?"

Ximu said softly: "The Mist I know is someone who will not accept the so-called correct death."

Mist didn't object.

She doesn't care about the correct death said by the so-called delusional demon, and has no intention of accepting the correct death, because the people she cares about all exist in the real world.

So it was impossible for her to choose to escape.