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

So weak.

The female dragon showed a surprised expression, looking at the bald man who was a little restrained at the door, and could not feel that there was anything special about this human.

He was neither confident nor had strong magic.

In terms of results, he was just a mortal with nothing special. It was hard to imagine that he was Akhtar's teacher.

"Teacher, long time no see." Ximu smiled and greeted Butch at the door, "How are you lately?"

"Ah... very good!" Butch was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly made way for Ximu to enter the house.

"During this period, many people wanted to worship me as a teacher, and I can live a normal life." At this point, he smiled bitterly again.

"Although I know they just want to brush up their resumes of being from the same school as the hero."

So far, those who have come to him to worship only want an identity, so that they can say to the outside world that they are from the same school as the hero Akhtar.

They are all a group of people who want to gild themselves.

"This is not a bad thing." Ximu smiled and sat down on the sofa in the living room. The female dragon next to him was not unfamiliar and sat next to him.

Butch smiled helplessly, without much joy on his face.

What he wanted was for people to recognize him for his magical attainments, not because he was lucky and happened to have taught a... hero.

But he did not refuse the money that was delivered to his door.

"By the way, about your research that you funded me." He took out a sealed magic scroll, handed it to Akhtar solemnly, and said:

"This is the initial version that has been researched, which can effectively improve the efficiency of the use of magic power, but for you now... the effect may not be very great."

"..."

Ximu took the magic scroll, opened it and looked at it, and said: "Teacher, can you develop subsequent versions?"

"Yes." Butch's expression became excited, "As long as I have enough time, I can come up with a more mature version."

"Really." Ximu nodded, listening to Butch's theory, while the female dragon next to him yawned out of boredom.

This bald magician is really whimsical.

"Sorry... I don't think I've made tea for you yet?" Butch looked at the bored expression of the mother dragon, and his expression suddenly became awkward.

He stood up and planned to make two cups of tea.

"No, teacher." Ximu waved his hand and looked at the sky outside the window, "I'm almost leaving."

The excitement on Butch's face disappeared, and he nodded and said, "After all, it's not early."

Because he has no talent, he has been trying to bypass the talent path. For a true genius, it is estimated that... it will be very boring.

However.

"Since you like magic, teacher." Ximu stood up on his knees and smiled at Butch, "Do you want to go back to the magic kingdom and continue your research?"

"Can you?" Butch was slightly stunned. He had to leave the magic kingdom because he couldn't get enough results.

In response, Ximu gave a positive answer.

"Do your research in the Magic Kingdom. No one will kill you maliciously."

"Kill me maliciously?" Butch didn't quite understand, but Ximu didn't explain in depth. He said to him:

"Teacher, I am looking forward to the magic you researched." After that, he stood up and left the living room.

In a sense, Butch is indeed a person without talent. The magic he has researched with great effort cannot help Butch become a powerful magician.

After all, Butch is a research-oriented talent. It is difficult for him to have strong magic power, but he can be a good researcher.

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On the street.

Under the street light.

"Are you following me because you are afraid that I will run away?" Ximu turned his head and looked at the mother dragon beside him. "Although I don't mind it very much, as the daughter of the Duke, you should not have the idea of ​​spending the night with humans, right?"

The mother dragon heard the words and lifted her long blue hair, smiling charmingly: "Have you heard enough stories about humans and dragons?"

"You are not my type." Ximu answered immediately, making the mother dragon's expression freeze instantly, as if she did not expect him to answer like this.

"If you want to threaten me with the Sky City to compromise." He smiled, "Then I might agree."

"Hmph, boring man." The mother dragon showed frost on her face, tapped her toes hard, flew into the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

...

...

Back to the palace.

"Haven't you rested yet?" Ximu pushed the door and walked in, looking at Eden sitting beside his bed. He saw that this omniscient saint was wearing a black dress, outlining her beautiful curves, and her cold temperament contained a hint of tenderness that made people approachable.

From beginning to end, this omniscient saint was not a... indifferent character, although when she was with the players, she maintained an inaccessible and alienated state.

But that was just the habit of the omniscient saint.

"Don't you want to know where the extra souls have gone?" Eden said softly, she still remembered what she said to Akhtar.

Ximu nodded and sat down next to Eden.

"All the extra souls have gone to hell," Eden said calmly, "and they are all reborn normally."

"If more and more souls are born naturally," Ximu wondered, "then in order to maintain the balance between life and death, there will be more and more lives in this world."

"There has never been a balance between life and death," Eden explained, "Hell can expand. As the number of souls increases, a layer of hell will be added."

She said calmly.

"Each layer of hell opens up, which means more souls can be accommodated."

"Won't the waiting time for rebirth get longer and longer?" Ximu continued to ask, and Eden also gave an answer.

"Each layer of hell will select people from similar times to stay. Their lifestyles and cultures are not too different. They can wait for rebirth in the corresponding hell until that layer of hell is empty."

"That's how the seven layers of hell people talk about came about." Ximu pinched his chin and nodded in understanding.

Eden shook his head.

"There are more than seven layers of hell. Even if the corresponding layers of hell are empty, they will be preserved and repeat everything in the past in the form of the shadow of the past."

"This is a record of past history and civilization."

Ximu thought for a while and asked, "Then can people who go to hell see celebrities in past history?"

"Without the permission of the goddess of death, it is not allowed to go to other layers of hell." Eden shook his head.

The layers of hell divided by eras are forbidden to wander around at will and interfere with each other. Only with the permission of the goddess of death can free travel be allowed.

"It sounds... quite interesting." Ximu seemed to be looking forward to it. He was not very interested in the setting of hell. It was just a setting prepared by the game officials to reasonably expand the map and increase the historical weight of this world.

In the official description of the game, each layer of hell represents the development direction of a civilization in the past. After the civilization is destroyed, it is saved in the corresponding layer of hell to record the past civilization.

In actual performance, it is a map with different painting styles.

"Hell is not an interesting place." Eden stood up and warned Ximu, "Hell is just a place to record the shadow of the past."

After she finished speaking, she left Ximu's room.

From her point of view, hell is just a means for the goddess of death to store souls and record past civilizations. There is no future at all.

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...

The next day.

Early morning.

The wind and snow became stronger, almost submerging the entire Sky City. Everything was covered in silver, and most people were wrapped tightly.

But soon people felt hot.

"Roar!" The red dragon roared angrily, spitting out hot dragon breath, covering the sky like a red curtain, and the high temperature spread, causing the temperature of the Sky City to soar at this moment.

The thick snow began to melt.

"What's going on?" A noble young man looked up at the sky, unable to understand why a giant dragon appeared in the sky.

After all, Siegfried, the king of the Sky City, was a hero who slayed dragons. According to normal thinking.

The giant dragon should avoid the Sky City.

And as if to confirm what he thought, the red dragon suddenly let out a miserable cry, and one of its dragon wings was torn off abruptly, and hot blood gushed out, falling into the city and turning into a raging fire.

"Let's fight somewhere else." A hearty laugh echoed in the Sky City, and Siegfried's figure appeared in people's eyes. He grabbed the remaining wing of the red dragon with one hand and swung it hard.

The red dragon's body flew backwards, like a cannonball, and Siegfried's figure disappeared on the spot.

The residents of the Sky City, who were originally worried, were relieved after seeing Siegfried easily repel the dragon.

No matter who it was, they could see that Siegfried had an absolute advantage, and they didn't have to worry about the impact of the evil dragon at all.

Outside the Sky City.

"You are too anxious." Siegfried punched hard and hit the red dragon's back heavily, accompanied by the dragon scales exploding and blood and flesh splashing.

The red dragon let out a whine, and fell like a meteor, drawing a red track in the sky and hitting a barren mountain.

The diffused air flow mixed with the splashing blood set the entire barren mountain on fire, and the color of the mountain changed from snow-white to... red.

The flickering flames melted the snow on the nearby hills.

Da Da Da——

Siegfried walked out of the flames and came to the seriously injured red dragon. His palm turned into a knife and pierced through the red dragon's neck.

The gushing blood drowned him, and his whole body was bathed in dragon blood, just like the first time he killed a dragon.

It is very simple to seize the power of a dragon. First, you have to learn dragon magic, and then kill the evil dragon and bathe in dragon blood.

The hand knife was drawn.

Siegfried took a step back, and the red dragon in front of him burned, turned into flames, and disappeared into the air.

"Deterioration... has worsened again." He raised his hand and looked at his palm, and found that his nails began to become sharp, and substantial scales had appeared on his wrist.

It will take about two or three days to turn into a dragon.

If another dragon attacks at this time, he will completely degenerate into an evil dragon.

However, Siegfried looked up and saw a green dragon in the distance, running away at a very fast speed, knowing that he still had some time to explain.

Thinking of this, he flew towards the sky city.

In fact, he was not afraid of death. Apart from being worried about his daughter, there was nothing worth remembering.

Power.

Country.

Beauty.

In his opinion, none of them had any appeal. After all, he had long been... tired of experiencing them, which made his life a little empty.

At the same time.

Embassy of the Dragon Empire.

"Rommel... is dead." Imaar stood in front of the window, raising his hand to cover his forehead, "Siegfried's strength is beyond expectations."

"His ability is too tricky." The tall woman with long blue hair said coldly, looking at Imaar who turned around, and said:

"In his current state, if he continues to fight with high intensity, he may not be able to resist the dragonization."

"You want to fight him?" Imaar looked at the mother dragon and pulled the corner of his mouth, "I will make it clear in advance that I will not risk my life with Siegfried."

He is a prince with a lot of good time, but he is unwilling to gamble his life with Siegfried, and Siegfried doesn't have much time.

In response, the mother dragon crossed her arms and responded coldly: "Rommel has been killed, and it is even more impossible for me to beat Siegfried."

Although Siegfried took a short time to kill the red dragon, in fact, the strength of the red dragon is stronger than both of them.

Since Rommel was killed so easily, it was even more impossible for them to win. Now they were going to risk their lives to stimulate Siegfried to become a dragon.

That was too stupid.

"Then wait, three days won't be long anyway." Imaar made a decision and gave up stimulating Siegfried to become a dragon today.

The mother dragon rolled her eyes at this, but did not object. She couldn't beat Siegfried herself, and other dragons... were not willing to die, so they could only wait. Three days was just enough time to sleep.

Thinking of this, she turned and left the office.

After she left.

"Oh, as a prince... you have to be so humble." A pleasant girl's voice came out, and a doll fell from the ceiling.

The silk thread was barely noticeable, moving the doll's body, posing close to real-life movements and expressions.

"Don't you feel angry?" The doll girl came to Imaar with a smile, and her expression was very... bad.

In response, Imaar remained silent.

Seeing this, the puppet girl shook her head in disappointment, and then changed the subject and said, "How are the soldiers that Akhtar asked you to hire preparing?"

"I can still handle this little thing well." Imaar nodded. He had already spent money to hire a large number of mercenaries, enough to hold Siegfried's funeral as grand as ever.

"That's good." The puppet girl nodded with satisfaction, and then the silk thread on her body began to pull, dragging her body into the ceiling and disappearing into the void.

Let Siegfried die in the crowd, this is the best ending for the dragon slayer.