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

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness Hel." Ximu looked at the center of the magic circle, at the witch burning in the ghost fire in the center of the magic circle.

She wore a white witch's pointed hat, her hands were folded in front of her chest, her blue curly hair was like waves, and her temperament was so cold that it made people feel unapproachable.

"I didn't expect that someone would sacrifice to me now." The witch looked at the weak mortal in front of her and said:

"What do you want...?"

She was sealed and would not respond to anyone, which had no meaning to her, but her will carrier happened to be nearby recently.

So, she responded to the call after a long time.

"Spread the power of death." Ximu answered routinely, but Hel frowned when he heard it, and her blue eyes looked at the human in front of her.

After thinking for a while, she spoke slowly.

"Human, you are dishonest."

"No, this is the truth." Ximu smiled and raised his hand to touch his chest. "Spreading death, this is what I will definitely do after I get the power."

"...Really? I am looking forward to it." The Witch of Death was silent for a moment, smiled a little, loosened her hands folded in front of her chest, and stretched out a white finger to Ximu.

Seeing this, Ximu took the initiative to walk into the magic circle. The Witch of Death looked at his body, pointed her finger at his left chest, and wrote a rune representing death.

The Witch of Death withdrew her hand and folded her hands in front of her chest again. She looked at the calm human in front of her, and her figure disappeared like smoke, leaving behind a light word.

"People who pursue death, how far can you go?"

The cutscene ended.

Ximu raised his hand and touched his chest, looking at the dark blue rune. This was the favor of the Witch of Death, which meant that he could use the power of death.

However, this power also has a price. The more you use this power, the closer you are to death.

In layman's terms, it means... shortening one's lifespan. Unless one transforms oneself into an undead creature, the more one uses the power of the Witch of Death, the shorter one's lifespan will be.

But this doesn't matter to him at all. Anyway, he has already completed the speed pass before his lifespan reaches its end.

And in the later period, he doesn't care about the waste of vitality at all.

"Is that the legendary witch?" Norma came over. She looked at the ashes left in the center of the magic circle and patted her chest with her hand.

"It doesn't feel as scary as the legend says."

Before she saw the phantom of the witch appear, she almost fainted with fear, but after actually witnessing it, she unexpectedly felt that the witch was easy to talk to.

Directly gave power to the believer.

"Maybe you will change this view soon." Ximu said casually, without explaining to the curious Norma.

He picked up the box full of magic potions.

"Let's go to your house."

"... Are you going to my house to do business?" Norma suspected at this time that this man had no interest in her, otherwise he should have taken action against Miss Anastasia.

In response, Ximu glanced at her and said, "If the game officials don't allow you to mess around, you can see if I will do business with you."

In fact, he wanted to mess around, but this game allows war and fighting, as well as conspiracy and betrayal.

However, in-depth communication is not allowed.

"..."Norma twitched her lips. She didn't quite understand the man's thoughts. He dared to kill people and sacrifice to summon witches.

But he didn't dare... No, he obeyed the rules that everyone treated as non-existent.

It would be more reasonable and more acceptable for her to just say that he was not interested in her.

But she didn't dare to complain about the man in front of her openly. This was a ruthless man who dared to murder nobles and summon witches.

Killing her is as easy as breathing.

After a while.

In a cheap basement.

"..."Norma sat on the bed, hugging her legs with her arms, looking at the man sitting cross-legged next to her, her eyes a little...empty.

This man is refining magic power.

And she was completely ignored, not to mention touching her... not even chatting, all his thoughts were on refining magic power.

However, this was also a matter of course.

If Ximu wanted to speed through the game, he couldn't waste time, and naturally he also needed to refine magic power.

Of course, it was called refining magic power.

This was ultimately a disguised idle rest, in the official way of the game, to relieve the pressure on his brain.

After all, the time flow rate of the game is completely different from that of reality, and the pressure on the brain is also different.

And refining magic power to increase experience is just an official rhetoric to make the world view consistent, in fact, it is to relax the player's brain.

However.

The next day.

Afternoon.

Duel field.

Nine battles.

Nine wins.

"Awesome!" Ximu drew back the heavy sword, and the tiger-headed orc in front of him was already bloody, and the flowing blood dyed the ground red.

"It's too boring to fight like this." He turned to the host of the duel field and smiled grimly.

"I heard that you have a guy who has won a hundred times here, let him fight me?"