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

"If we can overcome Ragnarok." The delusional demon smiled sincerely and said to the God of War, "then it is not necessary to give people a correct death."

The God of War was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "You really use your kindness in a very boring place."

The delusional demon kept smiling and didn't care about the ridicule. The opinions of others had nothing to do with him. He just couldn't bear people dying worthlessly, so he wanted to help them realize the value of their lives.

"There is no point in discussing this." The density demon raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and his eyes fell on the delicate cheeks of the omniscient saint:

"Can you tell me the specific details?"

"Anyone can choose to enter the dream and join the simulated war against the Lord of Ashes." Eden said, "But once you join, you cannot easily quit. You have to stay in the simulated world for ten years."

"Wait... how long will it take to stay full?" The density demon had a subtle expression, and Eden frowned when he heard this, as if he was confused and asked:

"What's wrong with this?"

"Isn't it equivalent to adding ten years to your life after staying for ten years?" The density demon spread his hands, "I think ten years is too short, why not increase it to a thousand years."

Now he suddenly realized something very interesting. Since the speed of time in the simulated world is different from that in reality, and there is also all the information needed in the real world, it is essentially no different from the real world.

And Ragnarok will come in three years. As long as the time in the simulated world continues to be lengthened, the theoretically correct time is almost infinite.

In this way, the problem of Ragnarok can be postponed almost infinitely in disguise.

However.

Eden gave a negative answer: "The purpose of the simulation world is to find a way to defeat the Lord of Ashes, which requires multiple attempts in a short period of time. I also need to adjust the simulation world during this process to make the simulation world closer to reality. "

Theoretically, she could achieve a certain proportion of time difference between the simulated world and reality, but that would be meaningless to her.

The reason why she created the simulated world was to confirm whether the new world model was reliable, so she had to restart and experiment frequently.

And except for the spirituality of a few powerful beings, they will gradually deteriorate in the face of a long period of torture, just like the souls in heaven or hell losing the motivation to survive.

At that time, it was a different kind of torture.

"Really." The Density Demon thought for a moment. It would be too much to let him wait for time to fight the Lord of Ashes... It's a pity that he should experience the power of the Lord of Ashes as soon as possible.

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The kingdom of iris.

"It wouldn't be bad if she had a thousand years." Ashley whispered. She only had a hundred years and would grow older over time. If she could live in a simulated world for a thousand years, it would undoubtedly be a huge gain.

However, the purpose of the Omniscient Saint is to find a way to overcome the Twilight of the Gods and allow the heroes of the past to fully display their talents.

Rather than letting people hide in a simulated world to escape.

"Even if you are given a thousand years, do you think you can live for a thousand years?" Ximu chuckled, staring at Ashley who was serving beside him and said:

"Maybe you will want to escape from the simulation world as soon as possible."

How is this possible.

Ashley subconsciously wanted to deny it, but she did not dare to refute the Lord of Ashes for fear that she would be burned into ashes by a fire.

She chose to change the subject.

"Lord Akhtar, is it really a good thing to allow the omniscient saint to simulate?"

"Why isn't it a good thing?" Xi Mu stood up, came to the side of the savior goddess, raised his hand and lightly touched the savior goddess's wet temples.

"You also join the simulation tonight, and I will also enter your dream and teach you how to save the world."

"Yes." The goddess of savior nodded obediently, but her expression did not look very happy. As a born god, she also had the power to save the world, so she naturally noticed that something was not right with her teacher.

However, she has always subconsciously not explored it.

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A desert island in the sea.

Unknown monsters are all over the desert island, fighting and preying on each other. The air is filled with the smell of blood and the roar of monsters.

The monster witch stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the girl with long milky white hair sitting on the rock. Her pretty face showed concern, as if she had encountered something troublesome, making people want to hold her in their arms for comfort.

"If you are worried, just go back and see him." The monster witch said to Sleipnir, "Since that man can come now, it means that he can intervene in the plan of the omniscient saint at any time."

"But is it okay to leave you here alone?" Sleipnir asked softly, and the monster witch turned around after hearing this and waved her hand very casually:

"I plan to experiment with ideas in the simulated world, and we can meet in dreams tonight."

Sleipnir's expression was surprised at first, but then became subtle again: "Monster Witch-sama, you won't... act randomly in simulated reality, will you?"

"Anyway, the purpose of simulating reality is to find a way to defeat the Lord of Ashes." The monster witch replied calmly, "Then no matter what you do, it is allowed. Other witches and demons will have the same idea."

Sleipnir was silent for a moment and whispered: "I suddenly don't want to join the simulated reality."

She has witnessed with her own eyes how many things witches and demons can do. Assuming there is no need to consider the consequences, then this group of amazingly talented people can come up with many ways to be inappropriate. Ordinary people can probably experience all kinds of novel things. Suffering.

There was such a disaster before the time went back. Now the demons and witches have been resurrected and gathered in a simulated reality where they can do whatever they want.

It's hard to imagine that it will be very bad.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can try to quit by committing suicide." The monster witch said, and then disappeared from the spot, and no one knew what she was going to do.

The little mare saw this and turned into her original form, running towards the direction of Lionheart City, intending to meet Akhtar.

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Magic Kingdom.

In a tavern.

"Simulated crusade against the Lord of Ashes?" Michael put down his glass and smiled at his sister across the table, "Maybe we will have a chance to meet Akhtar."

Mist pursed her lips and shook her head gently: "That's just a fake Akhtar, it's impossible to really let..."

Before she finished speaking, blood gushed out of the floor, and the figure of the God of Blood emerged. He looked at Michael eagerly but revealed his concerns.

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated.

Michael's expression revealed helplessness. He looked at the God of Blood who appeared, poured a glass of wine, and gently pushed it to the edge of the table with his fingers:

"God of Blood, what are you doing here?"

"Don't worry." The God of Blood picked up the wine glass on the table, looked at Michael's gentle smile, and glanced at Mist who might draw a knife at any time, and then drank the wine in the glass.

"I won't... attack you this time." He paused for a moment, but still made a promise.

After the three goddesses of fate gave a prophecy about the future, he didn't dare to attack Michael casually. If he attracted the attention of the Lord of Ashes, he might be in unpredictable danger, and he might be burned to ashes by the flames that appeared out of thin air.

Of course, he also thought that the Lord of Ashes would not come over casually, but who knows if the Lord of Ashes has any strange means to make some powerful existence suddenly appear and directly stab him to death.

"Then you shouldn't have shown up." Mist's voice was cold. She had no good feelings towards the God of Blood. If she had the chance to stab the God of Blood, she would definitely not hesitate.

"I just want to see Michael, isn't that okay?" The God of Blood sighed. He just wanted to pursue Michael. He didn't quite understand why he wanted to capture Michael and lock him up in a small dark room to make him drunk.

Now he just wanted to approach Michael from the perspective of a pure pursuer, and there would be no crossing of the line.

"No!" Mist's eyes became even colder. "Before time went back, didn't you think so?"

"It's different this time!" The God of Blood quickly retorted, "If I mess around, it will attract the Lord of Ashes to glance at me..."

Before he finished speaking, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. He could vaguely see a figure flashing in the depths of his pupils. It was an existence in the flames of ash, glancing at him with ruby ​​eyes.

My heart was so nervous that I forgot to beat. I felt like I might be burned to ashes at any time.

Michael showed a puzzled expression when he saw this. He was puzzled by the sudden cold sweat of the God of Blood, but he soon realized that there must be a higher-level existence who warned the God of Blood.

But it is not certain who this higher-level existence is. It may be the Witch of Fate or the God of the Sky.

"Let's get back to the point." The God of Blood pulled the corner of his mouth and changed the subject abruptly. "If you want to simulate the Lord of Ashes itself, you must have a deep understanding of the Lord of Ashes. But if you have such a deep understanding of the Lord of Ashes, you should also find a way to cross the Ragnarok."

Mist reacted.

"Yes, it's just as you think." The God of Blood Dedication speculated, "The Lord of Ashes in the simulation is likely not fake."

After saying that, he turned around.

"If you can spend ten years in the simulation world, you might be able to meet Akhtar." As soon as the words fell, the body of the God of Blood collapsed into blood and disappeared into the cracks in the floor.

Originally, he did have a bit of a fluke idea. If he could pursue Michael by normal means, even the Lord of Ashes would not object, but now he was just approaching Michael and was glanced at by the Lord of Ashes.

This is really too dangerous.

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Dragon Empire.

"Don't be depressed." The White Dragon King looked at the white-haired Lolita lying on the bed with her head buried in the pillow, and couldn't help but sighed, "That man, he is not an existence that will be easily defeated."

The white-haired Lolita lying on the bed moved slightly, then turned her head, revealing her delicate little face buried under the pillow: "Father, I'm not worried about Akhtar being defeated, I just feel..."

At this point, she was silent for a moment.

"Akhtar seems to be eager to be defeated, otherwise he must have a way to stop the plan of the All-Knowing Saint."

The White Dragon King was silent for a moment. He knew that his daughter was very smart. Just through the words of the All-Knowing Saint, she guessed Akhtar's mentality and felt...sad for it.

"Say something good." He chose to divert the attention of the white-haired Loli, "Your mother came out of hell, taking your soul with her."

"Mother came out of hell?" The white-haired Loli was slightly stunned, and then immediately reacted. It was probably that the gods of hell took the initiative to let her mother leave hell and released her soul together.

"Go and see her." The White Dragon King turned around, with his back to the white-haired Loli, and said in a steady voice:

"By the way, don't join the simulation of the Lord of Ashes tonight. I specifically asked the Corpse Witch and denied the devil's opinion. The conclusion they came to is very dangerous."

The white-haired loli sat up, put on her shoes with her white and tender feet, and said her understanding: "The simulated world has no constraints and does not need to bear any consequences. The resurrected demons and witches will definitely try their best to defeat the Lord of Ashes."

"So don't dream this time." The White Dragon King walked out the door and passed by a married woman with long silver hair. Both sides seemed not to see each other.

"Everly, what are your plans next?" Yijielika handed the thorn iron cage in her hand to the white-haired loli, then gently stroked the hem of her skirt behind her hips, squatted down and looked at her daughter, stroking her daughter's cheek, "Are you going to the Death Cult or staying in the Dragon Empire?"

"Where are you going, mother?" The white-haired loli asked, and Yijielika pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and did not choose to answer this question.

But the white-haired Lolita has already gotten the answer from this reaction. The Dragon Empire does not need two queens. If her mother stays in the Dragon Empire, it will inevitably lead to a fierce power struggle.

"I will also go to the Death Cult." The white-haired Lolita answered. She wanted to stay with her mother for a while.

"The Death Cult should have information about Akhtar." Ijelica stood up and held her daughter's white and tender hand. "They are the force most closely connected with Akhtar."

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Lionheart City.

Lakeside Mansion.

"Cassuto, why do you want to stay in Lionheart City?" The puppet girl looked suspicious, "And you change clothes more frequently?"

"Is there any problem with this?" Shark girl Cassuto raised her hand and lifted her hair, explaining casually:

"This is just to get closer to the Plague Goddess."

"Really?" The puppet girl did not ask further, and turned to talk about another thing, "The clone witch wants to talk to us, you go and negotiate with the clone witch."

"Why don't you go by yourself?" Shark girl Cassuto showed a tangled expression. According to Lord Akhtar's habits, he might come to see her tonight.

In response, the puppet girl smiled: "You have nothing to do anyway, right?"

Shark girl Cassuto: "..."

In fact, she had something very important tonight, but she couldn't explain it to the puppet girl.