After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 408 - 152 Ascending to Demonhood

Doris.

At a window in an inn.

"Do we have to go up?" a woman dressed in nun’s clothes with long golden hair asked, her hand resting on the Holy Sword at her waist. "Ahtal has become weak."

"Even if Ahtal is weak now," the girl beside her, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and with a dignified air, said helplessly, "we stand no chance."

The Saintess of the Sword revealed an unwilling expression, her slender fingers clutching the Holy Sword at her waist, but then she reluctantly let go. "If Ahtal has become a Demon, he would certainly be a dangerous being. Perhaps he could even grow to the height of the Witch of Death."

After witnessing Ahtal’s display of combat ability, she had confirmed that Ahtal possessed... no, perhaps even surpassed the talents of the Witch of Death. Allowing such a dangerous being to grow would threaten the entire world.

At this, the girl with the wide-brimmed hat rolled her eyes and came to the Saintess of the Sword’s side to comfort her, "Ahtal doesn’t have enough time to grow."

The Saintess of the Sword thought for a moment, closed the window with her hand, and gave up pursuing Ahtal. This wasn’t because she was overlooking the threat of Ahtal, but simply because she couldn’t defeat him, even though Ahtal was immensely weak.

Yet, even in his weakened state, Ahtal was terrifyingly strong.

Seeing this, the girl with the wide-brimmed hat breathed a sigh of relief. Just the thought of confronting Ahtal made her hand, holding the sword, shake unnaturally, unable to wield the power of the Prayer of the Sword.

It wasn’t because she was timid; it was purely because the gap between them was so vast, causing her body to tremble instinctively.

"Why, with that level of power, is he not a Demon?" she muttered quietly, "The difference between people is just... too great."

"Let’s go, we should leave," the voice of the Saintess of the Sword suddenly came, snapping the girl with the wide-brimmed hat back to reality. She quickly followed the Saintess of the Sword’s departing figure.

This scene transpired in many places in Doris City, many powerhouses tacitly gave up on a suicide mission, despite being the strong of this era.

But they all had to admit a fact: Ahtal had already become the strongest beneath the All Gods.

Indisputably the strongest.

As for those who signed contracts being forcibly pulled into a duel, there was already a deity in charge of contracts who intervened, severing the contractual enforcement.

Now, whether they wanted to go up was purely a matter of personal will. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

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On the scorching sea, the reflection of the Tree of Omniscience slowly sinking into the deep sea.

"No one is coming?" Xi Mu sighed with disappointment. After confirming that no one dared to stand up to challenge him, he threw away the bottle of Magic Potion in his hand. As the Magic Potion bottle flipped through the air and plunged into the sea, creating ripples.

The sea’s surface reflected a chilling reflection of him. His body was covered in crimson scales burning with flames, reflecting the burning Tree of Omniscience as if to drag its reflection into the deep sea.

Xi Mu looked up at the sky, watching the stars that belonged to him, breathing out a hot flame. His appearance changed, looking exactly like the reflection beneath the sea’s surface.

And with this transformation, the stars in the sky that belonged to him faded, signifying that his fate no longer appeared in the night sky.

The ceremony declared its completion.

"The game is over," Xi Mu turned his head, looking at the specters of the All Gods watching him, unafraid, he issued a challenge, "Do you want to play a game of life and death with me?"

"Ahtal, you have no reverence for the All Gods," a female with a long sword at her waist and long silver hair commented coldly, "Do you think that you, as you are now, can defeat a deity?"

"After becoming a Demon, I’ve found you all to be quite weak," Xi Mu said with a malicious grin, locking eyes with the Goddess of the Sword, "why don’t you prove your strength?"

The Goddess of the Sword touched her long sword at her waist and then glanced towards Doris City and spoke, "Ahtal, you should be more concerned about your teacher."

"She must be dead by now," commented a man with earthy yellow skin and extremely well-built muscles, mocking the arrogant Ahtal:

"I hope you can still maintain your haughtiness when you see her corpse." As soon as he finished speaking, he dissolved his projection.

Seeing this, the rest of the gods also tacitly released their projections. Although Ahtal provoked the All Gods, they would not come down to battle him specifically.

It wasn’t that they were afraid of Ahtal who had become a Demon; it was purely because the Witch of Death was in Doris City, and if they dared to descend and fight Ahtal, regardless of the outcome, they would... die.

"Cowards, granting favors to Adam is quite generous," Xi Mu shook his head slightly and then summoned his mare.

He swung himself onto the little mare.

"Partner, let’s take a trip to the Magic Kingdom."

"Ahtal, have you become a Demon?" The little mare turned her head, sizing up the drastically changed Ahtal. She could feel the man on her back was powerful enough to make one tremble.

"Yes," Xi Mu smiled, "But I haven’t had the chance to use a Demon’s power yet; the gods are more cowardly than I expected."

The little mare was briefly stunned. Such arrogant and disrespectful tones towards the gods, coming from Ahtal’s mouth, made her feel a strong disconnect, but considering that Ahtal had ascended to a Demon, it seemed rather normal.

She rubbed her hoofs against the sea surface, and then suddenly her body dashed towards the horizon with inconceivable speed.