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

Chapter 90 The number of souls is not...fixed

Magic Kingdom.

The Great Library.

The heavy door slowly opened, and the cold wind wrapped in snow rushed in, greedily taking away every bit of temperature in the library.

Ximu walked in wearing silver armor, followed by the tall Misty, and the two walked towards the center of the library one after the other.

And the heavy door that opened seemed to have received an invisible command, automatically closing, blocking everyone's wind and snow.

When I came to the center of the library, I saw Hecate sitting at the tea table, putting down the magic book she was reading, showing a gentle and helpless look.

"Apprentice, you really don't love yourself at all."

"..."Ximu smiled, and he was not surprised by the blame in Hecate's words. After all, what he did was a bit outrageous.

In the case that his life was already coming to an end, he had to accept a deeper power of death, which shortened his lifespan to less than a month.

"Teacher, I will be fine." He explained, came to Hecate, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Hecate picked up the book on the table and tapped the apprentice's head gently. Akhtar covered his head with his hands and showed a pitiful expression.

"I am not a woman who will be soft-hearted just because she pretends to be pitiful." She showed an angry and funny expression, but still put down the book in her hand.

Then she looked at Mist on the side and said:

"I can't predict everything. If you want to know where Michael was caught, you need some preparation."

Ximu asked doubtfully: "What preparations are needed?"

"It depends on the relationship between you and Mist." Hecate's words were very straightforward, explaining in the apprentice's inquiring eyes.

"If she is your eternal lover and your future partner, then I can tell you the location of the God of Blood now."

Her voice was cold.

"If she is just your... friend, then she needs to pay a certain price, which depends on your relationship."

"..."

Ximu did not answer, with his hands crossed and his elbows resting on the table. He seemed to be thinking, and asked after a moment:

"Teacher, what price do you want Mist to pay?"

"Didn't I say it depends on your relationship?" Hecate shook her head. She would charge a corresponding fee based on how much her apprentice valued Mist.

After all, there are many people in this world who want her to predict. If there are no restrictions, she will not be able to handle it.

"..."

Ximu looked tangled when he heard this, and then looked at the tall Mist beside him and asked:

"Miss Mist, what do you think our relationship is?"

Mist: "..."

She didn't know how to answer. Judging from Hecate's reaction, saying that they are partners directly would be the fastest answer.

But she couldn't say that she was Akhtar's partner for this reason.

After all, according to the stories sung by the bards, Akhtar has his own lover, and she is not familiar with Akhtar.

For a long time.

"Yes... yes... depends on what Mr. Akhtar thinks." She gave the decision to Akhtar.

In response to this.

"It's up to you, Miss Mist." Ximu shook his head, looking very serious.

"Partner, it really needs careful consideration." Hecate took a sip of the teacup on the table and looked at the two people who were entangled with a smile.

She is also the witch of fate after all, and it is easy for her to tease the disobedient little apprentice.

However.

"If it's a partner." Ximu showed a thoughtful expression and cast his eyes on Hecate. Although the teacher was wearing a magic robe, he could not hide his mature figure. The intellectual and mysterious temperament made people unconsciously fascinated.

He said as if jokingly:

"I would probably choose a teacher like this."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Hecate's drinking action was slightly slow. Looking at her apprentice who turned his head away subconsciously, she put down the teacup and opened her red lips as if she was about to say something.

However, Ximu took the lead in speaking:

"Teacher, I... and Misty are probably friends now, and we may become lovers and partners in the future."

"Really?" Hecate nodded, and seemed to be distracted by Akhtar's words. She pinched her chin and thought for a while.

"Then I, the teacher, will make an exception for you once."

"When I rescue my brother, I will definitely repay you." Misty said with a serious look, although she felt that Hecate agreed to help her predict purely because she didn't want to discuss the matter of partner.

"If you can do it." Hecate didn't seem to expect it, and handed over a map that had been prepared long ago.

After Misty took it, she said:

"Only the power that is the enemy of God can help you save your brother."

"..."

Mist subconsciously looked at Akhtar beside her. She knew that Akhtar could get close to the Witch of Death and had the favor of the Witch of Death.

Ximu shook his head and said:

"The Witch of Death will not care about a nobody like me, and I am dying soon. I guess I can't help you."

"No, you have helped me enough." Misty shook her head, looking guilty, "Sorry, I... don't know what to give you in return."

For a person who was about to die, she couldn't think of what she could do to repay Akhtar.

"That doesn't make sense to me." Ximu stood up on his knees and patted Misty's shoulder. "What you need to think about now is to save Michael."

He pointed to the door.

"As for the favor, let Michael repay me."

"Yeah." Misty nodded slightly and turned to leave the library. She was grateful to Akhtar. If there was a chance in the future, she would definitely repay him. Even if she was asked to kill someone with a knife, she would not hesitate.

And after she left.

"Disciple, she is the most suitable person to be your partner." Hecate suddenly spoke, looking at the puzzled expression of the disciple.

"She has the power to be the enemy of God, and is extremely loyal to her partner."

"Doesn't the teacher also have the power to be the enemy of God?" Ximu said subconsciously, and then seemed to realize that what he said was not right.

He quickly changed his words and said:

"Teacher, I am not familiar with Misty."

"..." Hecate stood up, picked up the book on the table, knocked on the apprentice's head, and scolded:

"Apprentice, you are thinking about treasonous things."

"..."

Ximu rubbed his forehead. He felt no guilt at all for Hecate's reprimanding eyes. It's better to say that he felt happy.

Of course, he also knew when to stop.

"Teacher, I have accumulated some questions during this period." He pulled out a chair and sat down, and started learning mode.

As a teacher, Hecate also shifted her attention instantly after hearing this. She naturally knew that her apprentice was changing the subject.

However, since the apprentice wanted to learn, she, as a teacher, naturally had to try her best to satisfy him.

After all, this is the teacher's responsibility.

...

...

The next day.

Early morning.

The wind and snow passed.

Hecate stood on the city wall, watching Akhtar riding an eight-legged horse and disappearing in the white snow, and then she looked at the blindfolded nun beside her.

"Don't you want to go back to your apprentice?"

"Lord Ashes, he doesn't need my company now." The blindfolded nun lowered her head and answered softly, "Before the death of the All-Knowing Saint, he didn't need my company."

"Is this the revelation you got?" Hecate asked, and the blindfolded nun nodded.

She frowned, turned around and disappeared on the spot.

When she helped the blindfolded nun put on her eyes, she had already discovered... that her apprentice was not infected by Surtur's fire in an ordinary way.

Instead, he was chosen by Ragnarok and became the initiator of Ragnarok. Like the fire giant Surtur, he was favored by Ragnarok.

This was not a good thing. Even if her apprentice didn't have the idea of ​​burning the world subjectively, he would have the idea of ​​burning the world under the guidance of fate.

...

...

Afternoon.

On an unknown hillside.

Ximu rested against a stone, with a bonfire beside him, and the waves of heat emitted resisted the cold wave.

"The Witch of Death has given me a task." He turned his head and looked at Eden, who was kneeling on the ground wearing a gray cloak.

"She wants me to find hidden witches and demons."

"Hidden witches and demons?" Eden asked calmly, "Does the Witch of Death want to find companions?"

Compared to others, she knew that there were many demons and witches in this world who survived through various means.

However, this method of bypassing the judgment of the Omniscient God usually leads to a certain weakening of strength, and no longer a threat to the gods.

"That's right." Ximu said nonsense seriously, "The Witch of Death asked me to find a demon in charge of memory."

"The memory demon, he is not a threat to the gods." Eden seemed to know the memory demon, and explained calmly, "He can only wander in people's minds in the form of memory now."

"Then can he wander in my mind?" Ximu asked suddenly, looking a little nervous.

In response, Eden shook his head:

"Memory demons can only wander in the minds of people who "recognize" them. You don't have a deep understanding of memory demons, so they can't wander in your mind."

Ximu smiled: "Really?"

"I wouldn't do such an impolite thing." A hearty male voice suddenly came. Ximu and Eden looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little girl, only eleven or twelve years old, staggering over.

Behind the little girl was a blurry figure. The specific appearance could not be seen clearly, and it could only be barely recognized as a man.

"Although I really want to face you face to face." The blurry figure laughed heartily, "But I have forgotten what I look like."

"Will demons also forget what they look like?" Ximu asked, and the memory demon spread his hands.

"Unfortunately, I am just a backup of memory, not a memory demon. The real memory demon has long been dead."

"It seems that I have come for nothing." Ximu seemed a little disappointed and a little relieved, but the memory demon smiled when he heard it.

He sat cross-legged and said:

"Since the Witch of Death called you here, she must have acknowledged my strength. It would be irresponsible to leave like that."

Ximu asked: "Can you be an enemy of God?"

"No." The memory demon was very calm. Before Ximu showed a disgusted expression, he quickly added, "But I can reproduce past memories."

His voice revealed mystery.

"If your previous life was very powerful, I can help you reproduce it and let you grow up quickly."

"Can everyone do it?" Ximu asked in confusion, and then the memory demon fell silent.

He sighed and said:

"Some people's souls are given special protection, and I have no way to spy on their memories of their previous lives."

"Although there are limitations, it is still useful." Ximu nodded, "Using this ability, you can create strong people in batches."

"I can't do it." Waving his hand, the memory demon explained helplessly, "There is a limit to awakening the memory of the previous life, and it can only help recall the memories of the past two lives."

He explained so.

"Since you are an ordinary person in this life, you were probably an ordinary person in your previous life and the life before that, and you may not have achieved much more than you do now. It is a very low probability to hope that you were very powerful in your previous life."

"Even if you were lucky enough to be a noble or a wealthy businessman in your previous life, it does not mean that you can become a noble or a wealthy businessman in this life."

Ximu covered his forehead and said as if to comfort himself: "If you are lucky enough, you can awaken a very powerful past life."

"It is probably impossible for you." The memory demon poured cold water again, "You are one of those people who have no memory of past lives."

"What do you mean by I have no memory of past lives?" Ximu asked. According to doctrine, everyone has memories of past lives.

All people's souls come from the original creation, and the number of souls is fixed.

Once there are too many lives in this world, it means that the souls in hell begin to lack. In order to balance life and death, plagues will be sent down to rebalance life and death.

However, the official game settings clearly state that the number of souls is not fixed. With the natural reproduction of humans, there is a very low probability that natural souls will be born. This type of naturally born soul has the highest degree of plasticity and is a prerequisite for becoming a demon or witch.

If it is not a naturally born soul, but a soul that has experienced reincarnation, it will lose this plasticity and lose the potential to become a demon or witch.

"Then I don't know." The memory demon laughed a little badly, "Maybe it is a newly created soul by the gods."

He waved his hand.

"After all, people often die... and their souls are gone. It is understandable that the gods create new souls to replenish the number of souls."

"Maybe the soul does not need to be created by God." Ximu looked at Eden, who was silent on the side, "But if the soul is born naturally, then where did the extra souls go?"

Eden said calmly: "I can tell you after he leaves."

Memory Demon: "..."