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

Dueler's Lounge.

"There are only two of us." The woman leaned on the bench, looking up at the ceiling lamp, with a long sword on her shoulder.

"With Akhtar's current weak state, you can probably win."

"Is it right for me to survive?" The answer was given by a young man, who sat on a chair, with his bangs blocking his complicated eyes.

"Akhtar carries 10,000 souls, and I only carry 1,000 souls."

"Distressing this issue will only please the witch." The woman answered like this, but did not directly answer the boy's question, after all, she didn't know how to choose.

And at this moment.

The doll girl walked in with a smile, greeted the only two people left in the lounge, and said:

"Have you decided, who will kill Akhtar?"

"I'll do it." The woman threw the cigarette in her mouth to the ground, stepped out with her black high heels, and walked out of the lounge.

But before he walked out of the door, he asked:

"If I give up the title of hero, can I survive?"

"..."

The puppet girl thought about it and replied with a smile: "I don't know about that kind of question. Maybe you can ask the witch of death."

"Really." The woman put the long sword on her shoulder and went to the duel field.

The puppet girl saw this and retracted her gaze, casting her eyes on the boy beside her. He lowered his head and a gold coin was flipping between his fingers.

"Amy, you can try to kill Akhtar later."

"..."Amy glanced at the girl, and then fell into deep thought. He was thinking about whether to fight Akhtar with all his strength.

He has the ability of "luck". Even if he is not as strong as his opponent, he can win dramatically. Once he just happened to pass by and happened to see a hero attacking a dragon. The body of the attacked dragon happened to fall in front of him. He happened to see the scene of him standing in front of the dragon.

He then became a hero in people's mouths.

And now he is still so lucky. There are ten heroes who challenge Akhtar, and he is the last one to challenge Akhtar.

At this time, Akhtar is already in the weakest state.

After a while.

The door was pushed open again, and the puppet girl's clone walked into the lounge, looking at Amy who was still playing with gold coins, and showed a bad smile.

"As a hero who has killed dragons, I really look forward to your fight."

She pointed outside the door.

"It's your turn."

"Will our fight make the witch happy?" Amy stood up and asked the puppet girl.

In response, the puppet girl kept smiling and did not answer this boring question. With the character of the witch of death, she certainly had no interest in observing the death fight of mortals.

All this is to force the goddess of death to come.

Seeing this, Amy seemed to have gotten the answer, and then left the lounge. He passed by the doll girl and said:

"People who associate with witches never have a good end."

"..."

The doll girl's smile faded.

She had already transformed herself into a doll, a heretic life that the gods did not allow to exist. If she did not join the witch's camp, she would be punished by the church sooner or later.

So, she had no choice from the beginning.

Unless she was willing to obey the end of her natural life, but as long as she thought that she would go to hell after death and be reincarnated as another person.

There would be a sense of fear that was more terrible than death.

…

…

Through the dark corridor.

Amy looked at the center of the duel field, the silver-armored knight sitting cross-legged on the ground. He discarded several batches of magic potions beside him, and his expression seemed a little tired.

Obviously not in the peak state.

"Can I appear without using it?" Ximu stood up on his knees, and then pulled out the hunting king's greatsword that was stabbed into the ground beside him.

In response, Amy gave an answer.

"I have used it." He answered, drew the rapier from his waist, and walked towards Akhtar.

After using the magic of self-manifestation, he was able to see the luck of different people, which was a kind of insight into fate.

This ability was close to Hecate.

"That's good." Ximu smiled with satisfaction. Some people used the magic of self-manifestation, which did not cause great changes in their bodies, but strengthened some of their body organs, so as to perceive information that ordinary people could not perceive.

"Sorry, I'm going to kill you." Amy declared victory, and then shot out like lightning, and the rapier in her hand stabbed out.

The sharp blade cut through the air cleanly.

"Clang——"

The crisp sound of the swords clashing echoed in the duel field, and the battle ended with the burst of brilliant sparks.

Blood gushed out of Amy's chest, and her body fell to the ground. The flowing blood dyed the ground red, and she lost her breath of life.

Why... is this the case.

Ximu shook off the blood on the sword, turned around and looked at Amy, who was lying on the ground and had lost her breath. This NPC was set to have good luck and could win the battle in all kinds of incredible ways.

However, when actually fighting with players, there was no luck at all. Not only was his fighting skills very average, but his strength was not very strong either.

Withdrawing his gaze.

Ximu walked towards the audience seats, and under the gaze of the cultists, he jumped to the audience seats and found a seat to sit down.

"Sir Akhtar, congratulations on surviving." The Bloody Countess covered her lips with her slender hand and smiled, "Would you consider joining us?"

Ximu replied: "No."

What an arrogant guy.

The cultists beside him saw this scene and wanted to scold him and let Akhtar put himself in his place.

However, seeing that the Bloody Countess was very interested in Akhtar, they chose to shut up.

After all, they didn't want to offend the Bloody Countess.

"That's a pity." The Bloody Countess sighed as if disappointed, holding her chin with her slender hand, looking at the tired Akhtar, and said:

"There are two more fierce battles later." She cast her eyes on the heroes' duel that had started again, while Ximu beside him closed his eyes, as if he didn't care much about the heroes' duel.

Now he is indeed... weak, after all, his magic power has been depleted to a certain extent, so he needs to adjust his state as soon as possible.

Until exclamations came from the audience.

Ximu opened his eyes and looked towards the duel field, where he saw a green-haired female elf holding a long sword, sheathing it in an elegant posture.

Angelina, a hero famous for her swordsmanship, is a disciple of the two elf queens and has a plot related to the Elf Empire.

She is the strongest among the current heroes.

Whether it is the accumulation of magic power, or combat skills and mentality, it is difficult to find any obvious flaws.

"..." Angelina seemed to have a premonition, looked at Ximu's location, and then walked towards the audience.

She ignored the malicious eyes of the cultists and sat down next to Akhtar very naturally.

Then she said to Ximu:

"Sir Akhtar, I am very much looking forward to fighting with you."

"Why?" Ximu seemed a little puzzled, and Angelina smiled and gave an answer.

"Sir Akhtar's skills... are very strong, right?"

She said to herself.

"It's not an ability, it's the use of weapons, the use of the body, the grasp of timing, all of which are very... strong."

"That doesn't make sense." Ximu answered like this. This kind of purely physical skill application is very helpful in the early stage, but in the later stage, it is difficult to play a big effect because of the per capita mechanism.

Take the gods as an example. Even if you can kill the gods hundreds of times through skills, there is no way to kill the gods.

You must have the corresponding ability to kill the gods.

"That's why I'm so interested in you." Angelina smiled with great expectation, "Your skills will definitely satisfy me."

She likes to use her body to fully display the skills she has learned in the past, which makes her feel happy.

Unfortunately, people don't seem to care much about skills. Having powerful weapons, honing their unique abilities, or precious magic, this is what people will pursue.

Technology will not be the main means to improve strength.

"Please don't say things that are so easy to be misunderstood." Ximu waved his hand and then set his eyes on the duel field.

"And we may not necessarily duel."

"No, we will definitely be the last ones to duel." Angelina's voice was very sure, as if she had predicted the future.

Ximu smiled and said, "I hope so."

He did not think Angelina's assertion was nonsense, but rather a statement of fact. In the absence of Michael and Mist, he really dueled with Angelina in the end.

After all, Angelina's strength is indeed very strong. When the player does not transform into a mechanical monster, the combat skills mastered by Angelina are indeed a considerable threat to the player.

In front of the swordsmanship that seems to have infinite combos, it is enough to make non-experienced or handicapped players feel like dying.

In the second round, in order to kill Angelina with technology, he was tortured by Angelina to the point of autism, but in the end he still improved his strength and crushed Angelina, a technical monster.

Of course, after playing for a few more rounds, I don't think Angelina's technology is unsolvable.

At the same time.

In the Black Rose Kingdom.

"..." The puppet girl's clone sat on the edge of the clock tower, staring at the statue of the goddess of death standing in the square.

"The heroes' battle is almost over." She turned her head to look at the nun Sharon who was wearing a black latex suit, and said as if mockingly:

"The goddess of death hasn't appeared yet, so she is... scared~"

Sharon: "..."

She no longer wanted to pay attention to the puppet girl, and looked up at the puppet kingdom reflected in the sky, her eyes fell on Akhtar.

Now she was very worried about Akhtar's safety.

"Since you want to see it so much." The puppet girl didn't care about Sharon's indifference at all, and said to herself, "Why don't I give you a live broadcast?"

She raised her hands and made a gesture for taking a photo, and saw that the puppet kingdom reflected in the sky was distorted, and the picture of the duel field was constantly enlarged.

Now everyone can see the situation in the duel field clearly.

In the duel field, the heroes fought for the souls they carried, and the gorgeous magic and combat skills were fully displayed in front of everyone.

The puppet girl seemed to be kind-hearted and gave a live explanation to everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom, analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of the heroes.

Everyone gradually began to realize that Akhtar and Angelina were the final winners.

"Oh... Akhtar, it seems that he has never used the prayer of the goddess of death?" The puppet girl suddenly covered her mouth, "Isn't he a hero favored by the goddess of death?"

She looked at Sister Sharon beside her.

"Why doesn't this hero use the grace given by the goddess of death, which can obviously help him improve his combat ability."

Sharon did not answer.

But she had a guess in her heart that Akhtar might deliberately not use the prayer of the goddess of death.

And the reason for doing so may be silent...protest.

After knowing that the goddess of death might abandon the Black Rose Kingdom, Akhtar's belief in the goddess of death may collapse.

"No way, no way, no way, is it that Akhtar's belief has collapsed, resulting in the inability to use the death prayer?" The puppet girl laughed with strong sarcasm, "It's really too fragile."

She wiped away the non-existent tears.

"It's just that the goddess of death abandoned you. Can such a small thing cause the collapse of faith?"

"What a fragile faith."

Sharon stared at the mean puppet girl, her voice cold, "Shut up!"

"I won't shut up." The puppet girl became more excited and deliberately raised her voice, "No one will give up their faith just because they are abandoned by the goddess of death, right?"

She spoke as if joking.

"Do you want to convert to the witch of death? In this way, everyone can survive and their souls won't be taken away."

"Shut up, we will never change our faith even if we die!" People in the city stood up to oppose one after another, and their faith in the goddess of death was extremely firm.

However, compared with the previous opposition, the opposition voices are much smaller now, and it is obvious that many people are beginning to waver.

The puppet girl kept smiling and didn't care about the opposition.

It has to be admitted that Lord Akhtar knows how to provoke gods better. Their original plan was to destroy the Black Rose Kingdom and turn all the residents of the Black Rose Kingdom into monsters that are neither alive nor dead.

After Lord Akhtar took over the plan, it became... a face-to-face attack, threatening the followers of the goddess of death, and her constant bad mouthing to raise blood pressure.

If the goddess of death still cannot be stimulated to appear, then she will start to poach the followers of the goddess of death openly, so that the originally devout followers of the goddess of death will betray their faith.

This set of tactics is probably unbearable for a god.

And at this moment.

In the duel field.

The final hero duel is about to begin.

In the duel field.

"Sorry, Akhtar, if possible, I want to have a completely fair duel with you." Angelina spoke first.

She was referring to Ximu, who had fought... multiple rounds of battles, and his magic power, physical strength, and concentration were all greatly depleted.

This is not something that can be recovered in a short time, even if it is magic power and physical strength can be restored through potions.

But the spirit will eventually be exhausted, resulting in less concentration than at the beginning.

However, Ximu smiled.

"Don't worry, end the battle quickly."