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

At night.

In the misty bathroom.

Ximu leaned on the edge of the bathtub, closed his eyes slightly, and faced the ceiling, until there was a noise not far away, and he saw a girl wrapped in a white bathrobe and with a shark tail walking towards the bathtub.

Shark Girl Cassuta looked around, tested the temperature of the bath water with her toes, then stepped into the bath, and then sat down gently.

She painted her toenails purple and unconsciously twitched them in the water. Then she suddenly straightened up, her soft waist tightened, and her pink lips let out a satisfied sigh.

After walking with Leticia for a day, she met Master Akhtar again, but she couldn't see it. The depression that had accumulated in her heart disappeared along with taking a bath, which made her mood relax. down.

And right now.

"Are you tired?" A voice floated into her ears inadvertently, causing Shark Girl Cassuta's delicate body to tense up suddenly. There should be no outsiders in this bathroom. As a shark, she is very sensitive to water, but... there is An individual can perfectly avoid her perception, as long as that person wants to prevent her from seeing him.

Shark Girl Cassuta subconsciously squeezed the towel with both hands, but this action only highlighted her plump fruits, and the white canyon exuded as much attraction as the abyss.

She whispered:

"Lord Akhtar, why are you still here?"

"No one stipulates the bathing time, right?" Ximu asked with a chuckle, and the shark girl Kaxiut did not dare to refute, her face almost dropped to her chest, her delicate and pretty face was blushing, and she didn't know if it was because of the temperature of the water.

Ximu chuckled and said, "Come sit next to me and talk to me about the Death Cult."

"Yes." Shark Girl Kasiut naturally did not dare to refuse, and slowly approached the place where the sound came from. She had no way of seeing where Akhtar was, but she could identify his location by listening to the sound and the fluctuations in the water surface. Make speculations.

After a while, she slowly sat down, her little butt raised and flattened, making intimate contact with Akhtar's legs.

The atmosphere suddenly became heated.

Shark Girl Cassuta's body suddenly trembled, her hands squeezed the yukata on her chest harder, her breathing became rapid involuntarily, and she felt the third hard and hot leg pressing between the gaps between her thighs.

Escape... no, this idea was strangled by her. With her strength and preparation, she would not sit in the wrong position as long as she took her time.

This position now has an element of deliberateness on her part.

"How many people in the Order of Death still remember me?" Ximu didn't seem to care that the shark girl Cassuta sat on his lap, looking up at the ceiling scattered with dim light.

Shark Girl Kasiut adjusted her breathing, adjusted the position of her butt, and then said in a thin mosquito voice:

"Most people in the Death Order don't remember your existence, and I am the only one. The doll still retains the memory of you, and everyone else has lost their memory of you."

After she discovered that time had been reset, she discovered that most people in the Death Order had lost their memories of Akhtar, and only she and the doll girl still remembered Akhtar's existence.

For most members of the Death Cult, Akhtar is a symbol of terror and despair, but this symbol also makes the members of the Death Cult feel proud, because Akhtar is from the Cult of Death. The group grew.

And the Witch of Death also recognized Akhtar's identity.

Therefore, in today's Death Order, except for her and the doll girl, the impression of Lord Akhtar is basically that... his former companion was a very powerful person when he went back in time, and other impressions no longer exist.

"Is that why you took the initiative to take over the task of protecting Leticia?" Ximu chuckled, and the shark girl Kasiut nodded slightly and admitted that in the Order of Death, you can defeat Akhtar. Apart from her, the only person who attaches great importance to her is the doll girl. However, the doll girl spends most of her time conveying the will of the Death Witch, so she is the only one who personally protects Leticia.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ximu's voice suddenly softened, and he raised his hand to rub the head of Shark Girl Kaxiut, "But there is no way to reward you today."

"Reward?" Shark Girl Cassut was slightly stunned, her toes suddenly clasped together, and she suddenly realized something.

"No, it's not impossible." Ximu changed the topic and leaned into the ear of Shark Girl Kasiute, "Tell me what you want...a reward."

What reward do you want.

Shark Girl Kasiut's brain was running wildly. She wanted to directly ask for Akhtar, but considering that this reward was obtained by protecting Leticia, she was afraid that she would not agree to such an excessive request.

After a while.

"Think slowly, don't be in a hurry." Ximu laughed, stretched out his arms to hug the waist of Shark Girl Kasiut, his fingertips slid along the fair skin, and then placed Shark Girl Kasiut on the other side.

He got up and left the bathroom.

He had no reason to refuse the shark girl Cassute who came to his door, but today was different.

The bathroom suddenly went silent.

Shark Girl Kasiut gradually regained her composure, and then let out a cry of grief like a small animal. What on earth did she do to take the initiative to sit on Master Akhtar, or in the bathroom.

Where did she get the courage to do such a thing, pretending that she couldn't tell the specific position and sit on it? I'm afraid Lord Akhtar wouldn't believe it at all, but it seems that Lord Akhtar didn't refuse, and even said that he would give it to her... award.

Is it the kind of reward she was thinking of, or another kind of reward.

Her consciousness became confused again, and her body temperature continued to rise. She pressed her body against the wall of the bathtub, and slowly dived down until her whole body was submerged. A few bubbles occasionally appeared, indicating that she was safe and sound.

In the past, she sneered at bad women... no, bad men, who would deceive people to the point of deceiving them with just a few words. She would definitely not be like this. If someone deliberately used words to catch her, then she would definitely be able to make decisive and rational decisions. She was willing to use a serrated sword to kill the person who was fishing for him.

This was what she had always thought, but now she has become the person she used to sneer at, and was deceived by ambiguous words. Although she had a feeling that Lord Akhtar might be joking, she couldn't help but feel a surge in her heart. Strong expectations.

Maybe that reward is what she thought it would be.

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at the same time.

Aisle on the second floor.

After passing a door.

"Come out so soon?" The sick-dead witch poked her head out from behind the door, looked at Akhtar passing by, and said with surprise in her voice:

"Didn't you do anything to that shark girl?"

"What to do?" Ximu stopped and asked, and the Sick Death Witch carefully looked at Akhtar and found that there was nothing unusual about the expression on his face.

She slowly withdrew her body and said softly:

“Nothing happened”

"..."

Ximu calmly turned around and left, walking towards Leticia's room, and quickly disappeared around the corner until there was a knock on the door.

Then the Death Witch gently pushed open the room. She turned to the Plague Goddess in the room and asked, "Aren't you going to talk to Akhtar?"

"Letitia and Akhtar are reunited in life and death. Let's give them time to get along." The Plague Goddess put down the teacup in her hand and smiled gently at the Witch of Disease and Death. "My relationship with Akhtar does not involve you. It’s as close as you can imagine.”

The disease-dead witch twitched her lips: "That means you admit that the relationship is intimate, right?"

The Plague Goddess was silent for a moment, and then changed the subject, "The Doppelgänger has been looking for traces of you during this period. She has appeared nearby in the past few days."

"As long as I stay by your side." The Sick Death Witch breathed, "Even if the clone witch wants to do it, she has no chance."

Now she is in a state where she can live one day at a time. She is not as motivated as other witches to find a solution to Ragnarok. She is only good at treating and spreading diseases. Saving the world is not her area of ​​expertise.

There are probably not a few people who have similar thoughts. The resurrected witches and demons are not necessarily trying to overcome Ragnarok. Instead, they may prioritize enjoying the current life instead of thinking about ways to defeat Ragnarok.

Then there will definitely be more amazing and talented people who will come up with a solution.

…

…

"This villa was lent to me temporarily by a friend of mine." Ximu came to the edge of the balcony, and the moonlight happened to fall on him and Leticia through the gap between the clouds.

The two stood very close to each other, their shoulders touching.

"Is it a boyfriend or a girlfriend?" Leticia asked, her emerald green eyes reflected the man beside her. For the first time, she realized that she was getting along with Akhtar in a relaxed state, and that she was not being hunted before. , that is, facing a huge crisis, there is no time to chat in a relaxed atmosphere.

Ximu thought for a moment and showed a subtle expression, "Although I hope she is a woman, my friend should be...a man."

Leticia was slightly stunned: "It should be a man?"

"Unless I lift up my friend's skirt and confirm it with my own hands," Ximu said jokingly, "otherwise it will be difficult for me to recognize the real situation."

In fact, it would not be difficult for him to identify the true situation, but he did not use the power of Ashes to spy, which might cause him spiritual harm, so he never took the initiative to spy on Anastasia's gender.

"Is it Michael?" Leticia asked subconsciously, then immediately denied it, "Michael doesn't wear a skirt."

"It's not like I can't identify Michael's gender." Ximu laughed and stretched out his hand towards the moon in the sky. "His heart is as gentle and flat as the bright moon. There is nothing... hidden at all."

Leticia smiled and said softly: "If the opponent is Michael, then I may not have any chance of winning."

As for the charm of Michael, it does not only come from his own charm ability, but also includes the attraction attached to his strong personality.

Anyone with such an existence as a competitor will feel psychological pressure.

"The odds of winning?" Ximu tilted his head, "Does it mean we live together by the sea, raise a pet, and then educate the child to become a qualified king?"

Leticia placed her hands on the guardrail, and the soft evening breeze blew through her golden sand-like hair. She chuckled: "I didn't expect you to still remember."

"It hasn't been too long." Ximu shook his head. In terms of his somatosensory time, it didn't take long for him to communicate with Leticia.

"That's really great. I was worried that you had stayed at the end of time for too long." Leticia raised her hand to lightly touch her hair around her ears, her emerald green eyes reflected Akhtar's face, "Now I will I can’t even tell if you are real.”

"There is no doubt that it is a real existence." Ximu explained, "The person who fights with the omniscient god at the end of time is me, but in front of you, there is no doubt that I am the real me, not a clone, not a projection, everything is The real Akhtar.”

Leticia looked puzzled.

This was beyond her comprehension. Although she had a lot of knowledge, it was limited to the scope of normal people.

Now Akhtar's description was beyond her comprehension.

"Are you the same person in the previous second and the next second?" Ximu asked, and then gave an answer, "For ordinary people, there may be a difference, but for the existence that has reached the omnipotent realm, they are all yourself. Even if someone interferes with time, it doesn't matter. They will still retain the memory of the future, unless you interfere with time beyond the time of their birth."

He patiently explained the secrets that ordinary people don't know.

"But I am different from the omniscient god... We have the ability to let our time spread to a more distant past. As long as we are willing, we can let our will descend to any time period."

"Now I just let myself exist in the past and the future at the same time."

"Sorry, I may not understand you very well." Leticia pursed her lips. She didn't understand Akhtar's existence form very well now. Although she understood every word, it was difficult to understand accurately.

"You just need to understand me now." Ximu chuckled. He could indeed make himself in the past and the future at the same time, but that was also a miracle achieved with the help of the system. Otherwise, the result of existing in the past and the future at the same time would be to burn the time period.

The Omniscient God can also achieve similar miracles, but the size of the Omniscient God is beyond imagination. As long as he allows himself to travel through time, it will immediately stimulate the Ragnarok reaction, so the Omniscient God can only follow the long river of time without interfering with the long river of time. This is why the Omniscient God was sealed.

In a world full of errors and omissions, the Omniscient God himself has no way to fully exert his power.

But he is different. He doesn't care about the increase in the world's errors and omissions. Anyway, he is not the one who bears the errors and omissions.

"Well." Leticia's voice is very light, making it difficult for people to detect her emotions. She can feel the invisible gap between herself and Akhtar more and more, although Akhtar himself may not care.

But if you can't even understand the people around you, how can you be together? Even if you have a previous emotional foundation, you will drift apart sooner or later, because both parties can't even accurately understand each other's topics of conversation.

It's like a cuckoo talking to humans about what it has seen and heard. There are fundamental differences between the two parties from the way they think to the way they survive.

"The one who understands the king doesn't have to be the king, he can also be the queen." Ximu suddenly said, "As long as you stand beside the king and stand in the same environment as him, you will definitely understand the king's thoughts."

Letitia chuckled and looked at Akhtar's serious expression: "The canary raised by the king is also beside the king."

"It depends on whether the king is willing to treat the people around him as canaries or queens." Ximu smiled, "I think it's not bad to live in a room that's not too big or too small by the sea, and then have a child and train her to be a king."

Letitia turned around, looked at the man next to her, slowly reached out and stroked his face, and a gentle smile appeared on her delicate face:

"Have you thought about the name of the child?"

"At least you need to know whether it's a boy or a girl to decide." Ximu said so, and Letitia tilted her head cutely when she heard it, as if she was thinking about the child's name very seriously.

Ximu suddenly added: "If it's twins, then one name is not enough."

"You're really thinking too far ahead." Leticia smiled slightly. She knew very well that Akhtar was now acting to satisfy her wishes.

But she had no reason to refuse, as this was her own wish.

"But this world only has three years. Is it really good to let a child be born in this world?" She grabbed Akhtar's wrist and unexpectedly took Akhtar's initiative to walk into the house.

Then the curtains were drawn, isolating the moonlight from outside.