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

Gear City.

Tavern.

"Akhtar is really a true hero." A dwarf with a thick beard put the wine glass on the table.

"Leave Gear City directly without any wealth."

"Maybe wealth means nothing to him anymore." An elf spoke at the wine table not far away, swaying his wine glass.

"After all, he doesn't have much time to enjoy his wealth."

The atmosphere fell silent.

They were all very aware that Akhtar was about to die soon, and they felt deeply sorry that this hero was about to pass away.

"If Akhtar is not interested in wealth," the dwarf with a thick beard sighed, "then even if Queen Sola... has wealth, she has no chance to enjoy it."

He took a sip of wine.

"Who would have thought that Queen Sora would die in the crusade."

"Perhaps this is fate." The dwarf at the other table shook his head, feeling a little sorry for the passing of Queen Sora of Gear City.

Along with the news yesterday that the Immortal Orochi was successfully defeated, there was also the death of Sora, Queen of Gear City.

Rumor has it that Queen Sora approached the dying Immortal Orochi and was accidentally bitten through the abdomen by the Immortal Orochi's venomous fangs.

"Even if it is a dying beast, you should not approach it at will." A muscular dwarf woman spoke and drank a large glass of wine.

Then he said:

"But it's a pity, Lord Akhtar, that such an outstanding man is dying soon. I really want to have a child with him..."

"I have my own princess." A dwarf laughed, "Based on your conditions, I guess they won't like you either."

"Hmph." The female dwarf snorted coldly, but did not refute. After all, she was quite self-aware and had a very clear understanding of how good her looks were.

In an environment full of male dwarves, none of the male dwarves made a move on her. She went in and came out clean.

Other female dwarves may be harassed.

And she can sleep peacefully.

"Hey~ don't talk about these irrelevant things." Lively laughter suddenly came out, as if a breeze was blowing, blowing away the impetuousness and alcohol in the tavern.

Everyone in the tavern looked along where the sound came from, and saw Anphis appearing at some unknown time, playing the violin lightly.

"Today, let's tell a heroic story, about how Akhtar defeated the immortal snake."

"Ha~ you must listen to it then." The female dwarf smiled generously and listened to Anphes' story while drinking.

The originally empty tavern also became lively, with everyone surrounding Anfis, listening to stories about the hero.

Troubadours have a special place in this world, even though books are cheap to buy and newspapers are available in bustling cities.

But it still cannot shake the status of the troubadour. People still have an almost belief-like obsession with the troubadour.

After all, beings who can become troubadours usually possess good astrology. They can often know information that ordinary people cannot know, and can also provide enlightenment on people's destiny, so that people will not deviate from the right path.

For example, when cultists are bewitching people and nobles start to behave badly, bards are often able to stand up and use their wisdom and mysterious astrological abilities to help ordinary people who are helpless.

Therefore, troubadours have a different social status in people's hearts, as long as the troubadours start telling stories.

Many people will run to listen.

As a well-known troubadour, Anphes is even more able to attract people to come and listen.

for a long time.

The sound of playing stopped, and Anphis stopped singing. Then he saw a dwarf girl who brought him a glass of wine in time.

"Lord Anphis, you don't seem to have elaborated on how Queen Sola died." A dwarf said.

Everyone present also cast curious glances. It seemed that Anphis did not mention how Queen Sola died.

Did he really die fighting against the immortal snake?

"About this?" Anphes took a sip of wine, glanced at the hooded dwarf girl at the door, smiled and said:

"The protagonist of this story is Akhtar. Let's talk about Queen Sora's story when we have time later."

After saying that, he put the wine glass on the table and disappeared into the light breeze, as if he didn't want to talk about Queen Sola.

At the door, the dwarf girl in a cloak turned around and left silently. She got into a car outside the tavern and took off her hood.

"Did you not notice it, or do you want to say it?" Looking at the face reflected in the car window, Nalis looked sad.

When the corpse of the undead serpent was discovered, the guards of Gear City had already discovered that Queen Sora had the offspring of the monster in her belly.

However, the news did not spread and was blocked as quickly as possible, and Queen Sora's body was immediately burned to ashes.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, how will I face you in the future?" Nalis leaned on the chair tiredly, not knowing what to do for a while.

She has deduced everything that happened. It is estimated that Akhtar discovered that her mother was colluding with the immortal snake, so she killed her mother.

If Akhtar had made the news public at this time, there might not be a place for her now.

And her brothers and sisters seemed to be very worried about this and wanted to kill Ximu and completely nip the truth in the cradle.

…

…

Blood splattered and stained the walls of the alley.

A dwarf's body fell to the ground.

Ximu shook off the blood on the Hunting King's sword, then squatted down and touched the body of the dwarf assassin, burning it into ashes with the flame of death.

"There are so many dwarves who want to kill you." A charming female voice came, and Ximu looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a mature woman with short golden hair, wearing an elegant purple dress, slowly approaching him.

After approaching a certain distance, she stopped.

This woman was forcibly keeping calm, but it was difficult to hide... fear, and she didn't dare to get too close.

"It's normal for the Dusk believers to want to kill me." Ximu said casually. He knew this woman. She was the eldest princess of Gear City and had the blood of the Undead Serpent.

The level was close to 80, which was a good experience pack.

"After all, you ruined the plan of the Twilight Cult." The mature woman nodded, carefully looked at Ximu's expression, and confirmed that this man did not seem to intend to draw his sword to kill himself.

She moved lightly and approached Ximu.

"Sir Akhtar, I want to cooperate with you." She was concise and got straight to the point, "You help me kill the competitor for the throne, and I will share power with you."

"Including Nairis?" Ximu asked back, his palm stroking the Hunting King Sword, and black flames ignited.

He looked at the woman opposite. Compared with the height of ordinary dwarves, this woman's height is close to 1.8 meters, which is considered a giant in the dwarf group.

Among dwarves, it is considered an outlier among outliers.

However, as long as you think of this woman, who has the bloodline of the undead snake and is a mixed-blood dwarf, it is not worth being surprised.

The woman showed a relieved expression when she saw this. This man really has a good impression of Nairis, so he did not reveal that Nairis has the bloodline of the undead snake.

This also means that she will not be known as a half-blood dwarf.

"Akhtar seems to know me." The mature woman smiled charmingly and raised her hand to her plump breasts, "But I think it is necessary to introduce myself."

Her expression became serious.

"Nashatani is Sora's eldest daughter."

"..." Ximu nodded coldly. He naturally knew Nashatani. If he brushed the Gear City dungeon normally, he would have had contact with this woman, and then gradually noticed the weirdness of the Gear City.

After brushing Nashatani's favorability to a certain extent, you can choose to enter the rebel branch and kill all of Nashatani's blood relatives.

After Nashatani became the queen of Gear City, she would immediately turn the conflict to deal with the player and try to kill the player together.

However, as long as the player is prepared in advance, or meets certain conditions, such as having a reliable background, Nashatani will pretend to be gentle and virtuous, and can be said to be obedient to the player.

If the game official is not too virgin, you can experience the feeling of being fully wrapped by the snake girl.

"I'm not interested in cooperating with a half-blood." Shaking his head, Ximu seemed to be about to turn around and leave, but this was just a show.

After all, the descendants of the immortal snake all start at level 60, which is a good experience package and worth his time to kill.

And he needs to use Nashatani to help him block the branch of the Dusk Cult.

"If the fight for the throne cannot be ended in the shortest time." Nashatani said calmly, "someone will definitely expose the fact that Naris is a half-blood later."

Ximu frowned and pretended to think.

Seeing this, Nashatani thought Ximu began to hesitate, and hurriedly continued to persuade: "As long as the power struggle is quelled in the shortest time, Naris can be safe."

"You make sense." Ximu's tone became wrong, and his eyes narrowed and looked at Nashatani, looking up and down, as if he was considering where to start.

Nashatani subconsciously took a step back and said calmly: "With Naris's simple mind, she is not capable of taking charge of the Gear City."

She persuaded.

"Only I can guarantee that Nairis will have a worry-free life."

"Okay." Ximu nodded, "You can trick them here tonight, and I will take care of them myself."

"Then we have a happy cooperation." Nashatani smiled charmingly, and her heart was finally at ease. Then she heard Ximu ask another question.

"After the matter is done, you won't want to get rid of both me and Nairis, right?" Ximu suddenly asked.

In response, Nashatani showed a helpless expression.

"Your teacher is Hecate. If one day you suddenly die in an accident, do you think Hecate will investigate?"

If there is a chance to kill Akhtar and not expose her mixed-blood identity, then of course there is no need to hesitate.

But Akhtar has her back against Hecate. If she dares to kill Ximu, she will face Hecate's revenge.

Obviously she didn't dare to do that.

"The identity of a teacher is really useful." Ximu laughed, and then left under the gaze of Nashatani.

According to the official setting of the game, the peak level of man is level ninety-nine, and the level after that is beyond the realm of man.

However, this does not mean that the strong men who are also at the peak of man have the same strength, but also depend on the difference in the "mechanism" of ability.

And this so-called difference in mechanism often comes from the ability of awakening, such as the ability to master the trajectory of all destiny, compared with the ability to roll your eyes and look at your brain, it is obviously not at the same level.

This also leads to extremely obvious differences in terms of specific strength.

Therefore, the reputation of Teacher Hecate has such a deterrent effect. When ordinary strong people mention Teacher Hecate, their first reaction is definitely not that they are equal in strength, but that the ability to grasp the trajectory of all fates is very difficult.

It’s better not to become an enemy easily.

"I absolutely do not want to be your enemy."

Nashatani looked at Akhtar's back and smiled.

After all, Akhtar would not live long. When Akhtar's life force was exhausted, she would be able to control Naris' life and death at will.

Now it is better to obey Akhtar.

Leave the alley.

Ximu was walking alone on the street. The city he was in now was not far from Gear City and could handle many products from Gear City.

Moreover, the housing prices are much cheaper than those in Gear City, which leads many dwarves who cannot afford a house in Gear City to choose to settle in this small town.

Of course he didn't come to enjoy the scenery of the small town.

And looking for an existence whose strength transcends the realm of humans, but has not reached the realm of witches.

…

…

at this time.

now.

In a small store.

Ximu looked at the expressionless, cold-faced white-haired girl in front of him and said, "I want to buy the K546 bomb."

There was silence.

The white-haired girl said, "Human, why do you know this?"

This type of bomb only existed in her mind and had never been actually produced. Theoretically, it was impossible for anyone to know about it.

Mind-reading... No, she is just an alchemy doll. She doesn't even have a soul, and the composition of her memory is different from that of normal humans.

As for astrology, it is even more impossible.

After all, she has no stars corresponding to her, she is just an alchemy doll with self-awareness.

"It's too troublesome to explain now." Ximu shook his head, "When I capture a few people for sacrifice tonight, let the people behind me tell you."

White-haired girl: "..."

Is there something wrong with this person? Why can I chat with her so naturally without seeing that I am cold?

And why do you think you will sell him a bomb?

"Would you like to swipe your card?" Ximu handed out the bank card and kept smiling, as if he was sure that the white-haired girl would take it.

There was silence.

The white-haired girl took the bank card, then chose to swipe it, and then walked to the back of the store without saying a word.

Seeing this, Ximu didn't follow him. He just found a chair and sat down. He was waiting for the white-haired girl to finish making the bomb.

This girl's real name is No. 001. She is a copy of the Alchemy Witch in the past. In addition to having no soul, she has all the memories of the Alchemy Witch, as well as part of the Alchemy Witch's legacy. It was left for herself by the Alchemy Witch after she knew that she was bound to die. proof of existence.

After all, facing the threat of the gods, basically no witches and demons can survive safely, which leads to witches and demons trying their best to extend their lives in disguise.

If the monster witch distributes her memory and power equally among all monsters, she looks forward to the birth of an existence infinitely close to herself in the future.

The alchemy witch's choice is to pass on all her knowledge and create an alchemy doll that looks similar to herself. As long as one day her body dies, the relevant memories and personality will be immediately copied to the alchemy doll.

In terms of memory experience, it is as if he has not died. Apart from losing the corresponding powers, there does not seem to be much change.

Different witches and demons use different methods in order to continue to prove their existence.

after a while.

The white-haired girl walked out expressionlessly and handed over the K546 bomb she had made. After seeing Ximu put the bomb away.

she asked.

"According to the conclusion of the analysis, you...know me?"

"It's a good thing to be curious." Ximu nodded. The current state of getting along with him allowed the white-haired girl to analyze a bunch of possibilities on her own, and began to test him until she confirmed that he was not threatening.

Only then will he forcefully peek into his memory.

However, with the patience of the white-haired girl, she would not take action easily without spending seven or eight days testing.

At that time, he had already summoned the Death Witch and stood behind the Death Witch.

"I'm asking you, do you... know me?" The white-haired girl frowned dissatisfied, feeling that this human being was perfunctory.

She doesn't want her identity to be exposed, she just wants to live as a clone of the Alchemy Witch.

After all, this is the meaning of her existence.

However, the existence of this human being shows that her identity has been exposed, and she has obviously concealed it very well.

Why does this human know himself so well.

"Of course we know each other." Ximu nodded, "You and I... have met many times. In this small shop, you said the same thing many times."

The white-haired girl analyzed: "You came back from the future?"

"You'll find out tonight." Shaking his head, Ximu had no intention of explaining in depth, and the white-haired girl also became quiet after hearing this.

According to her analysis, this human being did not lie. He had indeed met her many times, and this human being did not show any hostility.

It was worth her while to wait.

At night.

In a noble mansion.

"Boom!" Flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke rose, and many people fled the mansion with screams.

Outside the mansion, Nashatani looked up at this scene and suddenly understood why the church was so strict about alchemical tools.

This... killing people is too convenient.

At this time.

In the mansion.

Ximu stood in front of a dead prince, grabbed his ankle, dragged him to the center of the living room, and placed the bodies of several princes and princesses of Gear City together.

The spell to summon the Witch of Death was recited.