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

Ximu looked at the white-bearded dwarf and said with a smile, "Such a cruel thing still needs to be considered."

This is definitely a threat to me.

The white-bearded dwarf twitched his mouth. If he dared not to forge the Great Sword of Death with all his heart, he would extract his soul and put it into the wick to burn forever.

He smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I will definitely do my best to forge the Great Sword of Death. Please believe in my professional ability."

"Then I'll trouble you, Master." Ximu smiled and nodded. His attitude towards the white-bearded dwarf was that he would not kill him directly under normal circumstances. After all, he was a rare talent in the game. It would be a bit of a waste to kill him directly.

And killing the white-bearded dwarf would not drop any rare equipment.

"It's not that troublesome." Whitebeard glanced at the witch of fate next to him and gave up the idea of ​​running away.

He adjusted his mentality and entered the working state.

"If you want to forge the Great Sword of Death, you need to prepare extremely rare meteorites, which may not be available even if you have money."

"Master, are these enough?" Ximu took out the meteorites that he had prepared long ago, which made the white-bearded dwarf look subtle.

As expected of a witch's disciple, he can easily produce rare meteorites.

"Enough." The white-bearded dwarf tugged at his beard, took the meteorite from Ximu, thought for a while, and said:

"It will probably take only three months to forge the Great Sword of Death."

"Three months is too long, seven days." Ximu shook his head, looked at the white-bearded dwarf's face that was twisted with anger, and smiled:

"Master, do you have any questions?"

"Perhaps you have some misunderstandings about forging." The white-bearded dwarf patiently explained to the silver-armored knight who knew nothing about forging.

"Being able to forge the Great Sword of Death in three months is the limit of human power. Seven days is absolutely impossible."

"So you can do it as long as you exceed the limit of human power, right?" Ximu asked back, "As long as you can stay energetic and forge the Great Sword of Death without sleep, you can compress the forging time."

"No... It is impossible to forge for seven consecutive days with high intensity." The dwarf master waved his hand, trying to explain to the Silver Armor Knight who didn't understand at all how much magic power would be wasted to maintain a high-intensity state of concentration, and how serious the burden on the body would be.

"It's not impossible." Hecate kept smiling, "I can give you a destiny without fatigue for seven days."

"After seven days, I won't die, right?" The white-bearded dwarf shook his beard, feeling a little panicked, but compared to having his soul taken away by the witch, death is a good choice.

Going to hell is just a restart of his life for him.

But having his soul taken away by the witch means the complete end of his existence, which is more terrible than death.

"Destiny is not a curse." Hecate explained casually. She just gave the white-bearded dwarf a destiny that he would not be tired for seven days, instead of using a curse to overdraw his future energy until now.

The white-bearded dwarf did not ask any more questions, but walked into the forging house with the design drawings of the meteorite and the greatsword of death.

He had already felt the destiny that the witch had said, and it was now blessed on him. The unprecedented vitality that emerged made him feel restored to his most youthful state.

And at this moment.

"Master, can you lend me the piercing undead spear you made?" Ximu suddenly asked the back of the white-bearded dwarf.

In response, the white-bearded dwarf waved his hand and said helplessly: "Whatever."

Originally, the piercing undead spear he made was a special weapon prepared to defeat the human-faced snake, but facing this... second-generation demon, he had no room to refuse.

After a while, knocking sounds came from the forging house.

It is not an easy thing to make a greatsword of death in a short period of time. Even if there is unlimited energy to squander within seven days, it is still a very difficult thing.

But this is not impossible.

After all, the most difficult thing about the Great Sword of Death is not to forge it, but to let the Witch of Death enchant it herself.

Otherwise, the Great Sword of Death is just a great sword.

"Disciple, why are you so obsessed with the power of death?" Hecate bent down, picked up the bracelet that fell on the ground, and put it on her apprentice again.

"Chasing death will eventually lead you to death one day."

"Maybe it's because "death" is fascinating." Ximu said with a smile, and Hecate looked at the apprentice deeply after hearing this, and asked:

"Is the Witch of Death fascinating, or is death fascinating?"

Of course it's the Witch of Death.

Ximu thought so, but didn't say it out loud. Instead, he changed the subject abruptly and said:

"Teacher, I have some questions about magic to ask you."

"Learning is not a means to perfunctory as a teacher." Hecate saw what Ximu was thinking at a glance, but his expression became serious.

"Disciple, what do you want to ask?"

"About the speed of magic flow." Ximu grabbed Hecate's wrist and took her to a bench to sit down.

In fact, Hecate is easy to deal with. As long as you face Hecate with an attitude of wanting to learn, Hecate will temporarily put aside irrelevant things and focus on teaching. This is a reflection of Hecate's sense of responsibility.

And even if he doesn't ask, Hecate will ask about his learning progress later. It's better for him to start the topic himself.

One question.

One answer.

A very harmonious teacher-student relationship, the communication between the two sides seems very pleasant.

However.

The mare was shocked by the scene but didn't say a word. She actually saw a living witch sitting next to Akhtar and teaching.

This feeling was many times more shocking than when she saw how Akhtar skillfully tricked the dwarf master to help forge weapons.

Others may not understand the influence of the witch, but as a creation of the witch, she knows very well that it is a nearly divine existence.

No... it is stronger than the gods who are in charge of narrow concepts, such as the goddess who is in charge of desserts and the male god who is in charge of rain.

It is usually not as powerful as the witch.

"Is that your mount?"

Suddenly, Hecate glanced at the mare and seemed to notice the specialness of the mare.

Ximu shook his head and smiled at the mare:

"It's a partner, not a mount."

"Really?" Hecate nodded slightly, looking at the touched mare, couldn't help but chuckled, it was really a cute pony.

She withdrew her attention and said to Ximu: "Apprentice, maybe I can teach you the magic of fate in a while."

"Now there is not much difference between teachers and gods." Ximu smiled, "Both can give others their own power."

In terms of results, gods can give believers the power of the corresponding path, just like he uses healing prayers to restore himself.

And witches can also give followers corresponding prayers.

"If there are no gods in the world, then there is no difference between us and gods." Hecate explained with a smile, "But the two cannot be confused. God represents the side of the world, and witches represent the manifestation of "self."

She thought about it.

"The life prayer you are using now is essentially to communicate with this world with the goddess of life as a transit station, thereby affecting this world."

"And the power of death you use comes from the power of the witch of death itself."

Ximu nodded as if he understood.

According to the official setting of the game, gods come from the side of the world, and believers obtain the right to interfere with this world through the existence of gods.

So after the death of the gods, this transit station will disappear, and believers will not be able to obtain the right to interfere with the world through the gods.

However, the existence that crosses the human realm, that is, the so-called demons and witches, is somewhat different. The believers directly communicate with the witches and demons themselves.

Although in his opinion, there is no difference.

It is nothing more than a high-sounding explanation, and more experience points can be exploded when it is killed later.

"It sounds really interesting." He sighed, "I don't know if I will have the opportunity to become a demon in the future."

"Master is not sure for the time being." Hecate can't give Ximu a clear answer now, although she has become a witch and has corresponding experience.

However, she can't be sure that her apprentice can definitely leave the human realm, which seems to be related to the soul qualifications of people.

Before Ximu tries to leave the human realm, it can't be confirmed.

After all, so many geniuses in the past have been stuck in the human realm, even if they use special methods to turn into vampires and undead, and continue to study for thousands of years.

After all, they can't leave the human realm.

This is a hurdle, which invisibly locks the space for progress and can only make people stay in the human realm for a lifetime.

"If you can't become a demon, then you can never graduate." Ximu smiled, and Hecate smiled lightly when she heard it, and stood up with her skirt.

"Wait until you awaken your ability, then consider graduation." Her apprentice has reached the scope of awakening ability.

There are many powerful magics in this world, such as the ten kinds of shadow magic used by the apprentice, which are stronger than most abilities.

However, everyone's awakened ability can ignore spells and get better results with less magic power.

The premise is that the awakened ability is strong enough.

If the awakened ability is to increase grip strength, or to roll your eyes to see inside, etc., it is basically useless.

Of course, she believes that Ximu will not awaken too useless abilities. After all, the better the talent, the stronger the awakening ability.

If you want to give an example to illustrate, it's like a person who firmly believes that he can fly, and this persistence is engraved deep in his heart.

Then the awakened ability may be related to flying, and those with poor talent may awaken, with extremely strong jumping ability.

For people with good talents, the awakening may be to control the wind.

In terms of results, they are all close to their obsession of flying, but the ability they show is different from flying to a certain extent.

This seems to be related to the qualifications of the soul to a certain extent.

"I hope my ability is not too bad." Ximu smiled, and he didn't seem to care much about his ability.

After all, the strength of the ability is not controllable to him, and it will not hinder his speed running game.

"My apprentice of Hecate must be good." Shaking her head, Hecate raised her hand and gently rubbed Ximu's head, "It doesn't matter even if it doesn't meet your heart. I can lend you my power."

Her figure gradually blurred.

"Remember to awaken your ability and come to the Magic King City. I have prepared a gift for you."

"..."

Ximu touched his forehead, then stood up and walked into the forging house, taking out an exaggerated spear.

The task prop pierces the undead spear.

This is a weapon designed to kill the human-faced serpent. It has an additional special attack against the human-faced serpent and is a weapon that can be used in the later stages.

"Partner, this spear is very handsome." He twirled the spear and smiled at the little mare not far away, "I can already imagine the scene of conquering the undead snake."

"..."

The little mare looked at the handsome knight's smile and recalled the scene where Ximu tricked the dwarf master not long ago and sat closely with the witch.

She used to have a wrong understanding of Ximu, that is, Ximu's life was miserable, he was infected with Surtur's Fire, and he would die soon.

But now looking at Ximu leaning against a mysterious witch, it has nothing to do with misery in any case.

With how much the witch loves Ximu, she will definitely find a way to prevent Ximu from being infected with Surtur's Fire.

Now it is probably difficult for Ximu to die even if he wants to.

"What's the matter, partner?" Ximu looked puzzled, looking at the little mare's face with a look of "feeling deceived."

He thought for a while and explained:

"It's really hard to tell outsiders that our teacher is a witch. If it is accidentally leaked, the teacher will be in danger."

"..." The little mare heard this and glanced at the forge, as if saying that the white-bearded dwarf also knew that your teacher was a witch.

Upon seeing this, Ximu explained: "The teacher has planned his destiny. As long as the master has the idea of ​​leaking the secret, he will die immediately due to an accident."

The forging stopped with the sound of knocking in the forging room. It seemed that what Ximu said was heard by the white-bearded dwarf. After a moment, the sound of knocking harder came out.

Little mare: "..."

What a miserable dwarf, but there is nothing he can do when he encounters a second-generation demon like Ximu. He cannot resist even if he wants to.

Otherwise, death would be considered liberation, and even reincarnation would not be possible.

"Let's go and fight against the Immortal Evil Snake." Ximu skillfully mounted his horse and set off towards the city where the Immortal Serpent was.

And not long after they left.

The blindfolded nun folded her hands in front of her belly and walked out gracefully. She came to the bench where Ximu was sitting not long ago.

"First meeting, Lord Hecate." She said softly, and Hecate's figure appeared next to her.

"Nun who serves fire, why do you want to get close to my apprentice?" Hecate's voice was cold, without the warmth she had in front of Ximu.

In order to pursue the ultimate in magic, she uses any means and has no mercy. This is the Hecate in people's eyes.

Rather than a so-called gentle teacher.

"Because Lord Ashes is the one I serve." The blindfolded nun said softly, and then she felt...her heart being clenched.

Death is so close.

"Nun who serves the fire, remember your words now." Hecate's figure disappeared from the place, leaving behind a cold word.

The blindfolded nun sighed helplessly. She seemed to be a little surprised that she could survive. It was obvious that the witch loved her apprentice so much.

There was no reason to keep her alive.