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

Lionheart Castle.

Lakeside Mansion.

A series of horse hoof prints suddenly appeared on the horizon, as if someone had cut the clouds in the sky. However, if someone looked closely, they would find a small black dot on the horizon, which was rapidly enlarged and finally revealed an eight-legged divine horse.

At this moment, the savior goddess, who was sitting on a bench by the lake and reading a book, blinked her eyes and looked at a pair of straight and slender legs in front of her. Then she subconsciously raised her head and saw a girl with long milky white hair and a mature figure.

The two sides met each other's eyes.

"Excuse me, who are you?" The savior goddess closed the book, put it on her knees, and smiled politely, giving people the feeling of an elegant noble lady - this is the etiquette she learned from Miss Anastasia.

During the time she lived in the lakeside mansion, occasionally a lady who claimed to be a man would come to chat with the teacher, and she also learned a lot of etiquette from Miss Anastasia.

"Sleipnir." Sleipnir reported her name and observed the girl carefully. She could clearly feel that the other party was a god, but she could not identify what power he possessed. She could only be sure that the other party was not dangerous, otherwise he would not be able to live safely in the lakeside mansion.

The Savior Goddess suddenly realized what she said, clapped her hands gently, and smiled intimately: "You are also the teacher's lover, right!"

Sleipnir: "..."

"The teacher is sleeping in Sister Kashut's room." The Savior Goddess pointed to the lakeside mansion, and immediately realized that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

The smile on Sleipnir's face gradually disappeared, and the Savior Goddess shrank her head as if she had done something wrong, and picked up a book to cover her cheek.

"Are you Akhtar's student?" Sleipnir stroked the hem of the skirt behind her hips, sat next to the Savior Goddess, and then showed a gentle smile that made people feel impeccable.

However, the Savior Goddess only felt that there was an inexplicable sense of oppression in the other party's gentle smile, which made her want to escape.

However, considering the other party's identity

"Yes, I am the teacher's student." The savior goddess answered, and then she was led by the other party to talk about the teacher's recent situation.

And Sleipnir's expression changed from frowning and dissatisfaction to determination, as if he had gone through a very complicated psychological process.

A moment later.

"Thank you." Sleipnir thanked him, then looked at the sky full of stars, and then said to the savior goddess:

"Can you help me check if Akhtar is asleep?"

"You yourself... um, you can." The savior goddess wanted to refuse, but after seeing Sleipnir smile, she nodded obediently and trotted towards the mansion. Anyway, it was not an important matter.

And Sleipnir's eyes had a kind of oppression that she could not refuse.

However, not long after entering the room, the savior goddess's collar was grabbed by the sick witch and asked her to wait in the living room.

She was not allowed to go to her teacher now.

"I'll go and inform Akhtar." The Sick Witch yawned and said to the Savior Goddess:

"Anyway, I'm going to go upstairs to sleep."

"But..." The Savior Goddess opened her lips slightly, and the Sick Witch glanced at her and said nonchalantly:

"You can't find Akhtar and Kashut. Only when I go to find them can I see them, so you just wait here obediently."

After that, she turned into black mist and disappeared on the spot.

In this world, as long as Akhtar doesn't want people to see something, then everyone - no, at least most people can't see it, except for a few people who stand at the top and can see through Akhtar's invisibility.

And she is one of the few people who can get close to Akhtar and is not cared about by Akhtar.

After a while.

On the second floor.

The shark girl Kashut, wearing a maid outfit, sat on Akhtar in a duck sitting posture, with her hands on Akhtar's lower abdomen.

She bit her red lips lightly, her body rose and fell regularly, and she made a nasal sound that was not sure if it was tired.

Until a moment later.

"Bang!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Shark Lady Kashut's eyes widened, as if she was frightened and trembled, and her white legs subconsciously clamped Akhtar's body.

The sick witch outside the door tilted her head and smiled at Shark Lady Kashut biting her red lips and blushing.

She sniffed the air gently.

"Is it not the right time for me to come?" She said with a smile and slowly closed the door.

"Wait!" Shark Lady Kashut suddenly spoke, stretched out her hand to the sick witch who wanted to close the door, subconsciously wanted to get up, and then sat down weakly.

She bit her lower lip and asked:

"I am just fulfilling my duty as a maid. What can you say to Lord Akhtar now?"

"When did the bishop of the Order of Death become a maid?" The Sick Witch pretended to be surprised and asked, but her smile revealed her bad intentions. She did not dare to tease Akhtar, but she had the courage to tease Shark Girl Kashute, and she was very bold.

"Humph, I volunteer, isn't it okay?" Shark Girl Kashute snorted lightly, and she didn't have too many concerns about the Sick Witch. If it was the Goddess of Savior or Plague, she might panic, but she didn't need to be too nervous about the Sick Witch.

She knew the character of the Sick Witch too well. She was just a woman who wanted a peaceful life. Even if she found something, she would not say anything, but would take the initiative to help cover it up.

"What a considerate maid." The Sick Death Witch chuckled, and then got down to business, "Sleipnir is back."

Shark Girl Kasiut nodded gently, put her hands on Master Akhtar's abdomen, and stood up slowly.

What was unexpected was that after Shark Girl Cassuta got up, the two people she saw were fully clothed, as if nothing had happened.

Shark Girl Cassute walked out of bed and passed by the Death Witch as if nothing had happened.

"Lord Akhtar, I will go to negotiate with the clone witch later." The shark girl Kasiut suddenly stopped and said to Akhtar who was already sitting on the bed, "She seems to want to ask for death." What is the witch doing?"

"Go on, she won't hurt you." Ximu glanced at the future casually, confirming the safety of Shark Girl Kaxiuta.

"Yes." Shark Girl Cassuta responded softly, then closed the door and disappeared outside the door together with the Death Witch.

"Go take a bath." Outside the door, the Sick Death Witch observed the appearance of Shark Girl Cassuta, and saw that her legs were slightly clamped, and a drop of sweat slipped from her white neck, falling on the gap between her plump chest.

Shark Girl Cassuta's lips moved slightly, and the strange smell in the air and the sweat stuck to her body were sucked away by an inexplicable force.

Then she walked towards the bathroom.

Seeing this, the Deathly Sick Witch glanced at the path Shark Girl Cassuta walked, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and then disappeared into black mist.

Soon after,

Sleipnir opened the window, and the night wind outside the window blew through her long milky white hair. She turned around, surveyed the room, and then said:

"I regret going to accompany the monster witch."

"Partner, why are you back suddenly?" Ximu asked in confusion, and Sleipnir's cheeks swelled slightly when she heard this. She felt that Akhtar was changing the subject abruptly, but after glaring at Akhtar, , chose to continue the discussion along Akhtar’s topic.

"Because of the speech of the omniscient saint." She came to the bed and sat down, straight legs stretched out, and her eyes revealed a trace of worry.

"If she continues to try and make mistakes, wouldn't it be dangerous?"

"Trial and error is not a bad thing, I am also growing." Ximu shook his head and said something surprising, "If they can find a way to sneak everyone into a new world, then it is definitely not a problem for me. bad thing."

Sleipnir was silent for a moment and asked, "What if they find a way to defeat you?"

"Don't worry." Ximu smiled and touched Sleipnir's head, "In this world, I am invincible."

Sleipnir showed a tangled expression when he heard this, and Ximu seemed to guess the little mare's thoughts when he saw this.

He thought for a moment and said:

"If the Lord of Ashes is not in his current form, but is the fire giant Surtur imagined by the Witch of Time, there is still a chance to defeat him."

Sleipnir showed a confused expression, and then heard Akhtar's explanation. I saw him holding up a finger, and the fingertips were swaying with flames.

"If the God of Omniscience does not go to the end of time, and if there is someone as close as me in this era, then maybe we can defeat the Lord of Ashes at the end of time."

"Furthermore, the flame giant Surtur was implanted with a corresponding personality in the past. That personality will try its best to suppress the power from the Lord of Ashes, and hopes that someone can transcend the Lord of Ashes and move the world to a longer future."

"So in theory, it is possible to defeat the Fire Giant Surtur."

After listening to the explanation,

Sleipnir thought for a moment: "But now the Lord of Ashes is not the Fire Giant Surtur."

"So the prerequisites for defeating the Lord of Ashes can no longer be met." Ximu shook his head and said with a smile:

"And I am also trying to find a way to solve the crisis of Ragnarok. I will not wait for the savior to defeat me."

Having said this, he patted the bed.

"Partner, would you like to accompany me into my dream? At least this time we can face all enemies together."

Sleipnir hesitated after hearing this, glanced at the neat bed, and then at Akhtar with a gentle smile. Then he nodded slightly, took off his shoes and got into the bed with Akhtar. Dream.

…

Simulated world.

When night falls, everyone can fall asleep and join in the preparations to defeat the Lord of Simulated Ashes.

And that means time difference.

The later a person falls asleep, the later they enter the simulated world, and are unable to participate in everything that happened in the early stages of the simulated world.

And everything that happens in the early stage will change the simulation world.

"Where is this?" Sleipnir showed a confused expression. The world as far as he could see was desolate. The whole world seemed to have experienced the baptism of artillery fire. There was no trace of green vegetation, and there were green-skinned monsters that he had never seen before. Wandering.

"It can be regarded as an indirect preview of the future." Ximu chuckled and explained to the little mare beside him, "In the past, the heroes had some scruples in the current world, but in the simulated world, they would not have any scruples. I think You can do whatever you want.”

Sleipnir thought for a while, and the situation in the war between the witch and the gods before time was no worse than now, and she had experienced the world being burned to ashes, so what happened now was not very surprising.

"Let's go and walk around this apocalypse with me." Ximu took the little mare and started wandering in the apocalypse.

after a while.

Iris Kingdom in a simulated world.

The originally poor and backward country has changed its appearance, surrounded by heavy walls, and inside the walls is a city made of gears and metal. Even the original residents have gotten rid of the restrictions of flesh and blood and become alchemical puppets.

"Outsiders?" A villager with obvious mechanical joints on his limbs and faintly visible metal lines on his neck walked out of the house.

He looked at the man and woman outside the door in surprise, took off his bowler hat elegantly, and bowed to the two.

"Are you also here to get rid of the restrictions of flesh and blood?"

"Get rid of the restrictions of flesh and blood?" Sleipnir asked doubtfully, and the man smiled, beckoned the two into the house, and explained by the way.

"You are the ones who just entered the dream, right?"

"Yes." Sleipnir nodded. She and Akhtar had just entered the dream, and they didn't know anything about this world - no, to be more precise, she herself didn't know anything about what happened in the simulated world. With Akhtar's ability, as long as he wanted to understand, he could understand everything that happened in the simulated world in detail.

"When we first dreamed about this world, people were planning to work together to find a way to defeat the Lord of Ashes, but soon they found that something was wrong." The man asked the two to sit down, and then poured two cups of coffee.

He crossed his fingers and fell into memories.

"The witches and demons had no intention of working together. They were all very willful and acted according to their own ideas, and even ordinary people like us were dragged into the war. Except for a few people who survived, they also received the favor of witches or demons."

At this point, he pulled out his arm and shook it casually.

"Basically everyone has died, or they have become like us, neither human nor ghost."

"If you don't want to experience everything in this world, you can also choose to quit, right?" Sleipnir asked. Although he had to stay in this world for ten years, if he died, he should be able to force himself to quit.

In response, the man connected his arm and then clenched his fist: "Although this world is terrible, there are also many benefits. We can actively contact different demons or witches, understand their ideas of salvation, and obtain the power they give, so that we can have power that we never dared to think of before."

Sleipnir frowned: "Even if the body becomes like this?"

She didn't understand why her life form was turned into an alchemical puppet. How could a body made by alchemy be superior to a flesh and blood body? She would kick it into scrap metal with just a kick.

"Is it a bad thing to become like this?" The man shook his head, turned his head 360 degrees, and then showed a proud expression, "Compared to those people who accepted the power of monster witches, we are more suitable for surviving in the doomsday."

He raised his finger.

"If you want to survive in this world, you must accept the power of witches or demons to change your life form."

"The power of the existence of alchemy witches, memory demons, monster witches, earth demons, etc. allows us to transform ourselves into another form of life, so that we can adapt to this world."

"And what I accepted is the power of the alchemy witch. By implanting my own soul into the alchemy doll, I can gain the power to survive in the doomsday."

Sleipnir subconsciously asked: "What kind of life form are other demons and witches?"

The man chuckled and explained kindly:

"Memory demons turn life forms into memories, exist in people's collective cognition, and completely get rid of the limitations of the body; monster witches turn people into various monsters; as for earth demons, they turn people into elemental life and survive by directly absorbing the elemental power of the earth."

At this point, he added another sentence.

"Of course, this is just a more mainstream transformation of life forms. You can also turn yourself into... a corpse, or pray for the power of the 'Lord of Ashes'."