After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 435 - 165: Partner, Will You Become My Companion?_2
But she knew very well in her own heart that she could never catch up to Ahtalβs footsteps. π»π³β―β―π€β―π·π―β΄πβ―π.πβ΄π
She had never truly understood Ahtal.
"Partner, are you saying you donβt understand me?" Xi Muβs voice suddenly fell, causing the little mare to be slightly startled, followed by a wave of guilt.
As the one who accompanied Ahtal, saying that she didnβt understand him was indeed a bit... hurtful.
But she really did not understand Ahtal.
"You have better options," the little mare whispered, not very confidently, and then suddenly realized that Ahtal had turned over, causing her to fall unprepared, her buttocks directly landing on Ahtalβs belly.
"Partner, would you like to become my companion?" Xi Mu asked directly, his gaze strong, as if penetrating the little mareβs evasive heart.
A silence followed.
"If it were possible," the little mare turned her head away, her slender legs unnaturally tight. Through the intimate contact of skin, she could feel the heat emanating from Ahtalβs body that made people go weak.
"However, you are somewhat difficult to understand, so donβt blame me if we canβt become companions. And Mist and Hecate, if they come looking for trouble, youβll have to stop them for me, donβt let them... beat me up."
"Once you become my companion," Xi Mu extended his hand, brushing aside the little mareβs hair from her forehead to reveal her blushing face, "Mist probably canβt beat you, and Teacher Hecate likely wonβt care about such trivial matters."
"A disciple choosing a mare for a companion might not settle things peacefully," the little mare whispered back.
Xi Mu chuckled, "Then I will ensure your safety, that should be enough, right?"
"Yes," the little mare agreed, as she really couldnβt refuse Ahtalβs invitation.
Of course, she also knew that becoming companions did not equate to being spouses, but becoming companions usually meant that both were on the same path, like-minded understanders, which easily transitioned into... lovers, or even spouses.
Even if it couldnβt be achieved in a short time, a thousand years... ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years as companions would eventually spark something.
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Hell.
The system of Hell, which should have been closed, was now open, allowing All Gods to enter with just a slight application.
After all, closing it no longer made sense.
"Itβs truly a sad sight, God of Hell," the God of War said, hands in his pockets, standing on a mass of writhing flesh, then turned his head to ask the God of Dreams beside him, "Is there really no way to save the God of Hell?"
"If the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Death were to join forces, it might be possible to reverse the state of the God of Hell," the God of Dreams yawned, explaining to the God of Hell, "But the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Death are tied up, needing to guard against the Creation Witch and the Witch of Death."
"Then we can only wait for the war to end," the God of War sighed with regret, feeling sad that the God of Hell could not experience the unprecedented great battle soon to come.
At this, the God of Dreams rolled his eyes, as if he had already guessed the thoughts of the God of War, but he had no interest in pointing them out.
"The person youβre looking for is not allowed to leave Hell for too long, just a hundred-year period, which is a special allowance."
"Actually, a year would suffice," the God of War grinned, watching a thin young man approaching from a distance, wearing a helmet with horns and carrying a stone axe, exuding an aura both dangerous and mad.
A warmonger from five hundred years ago, because his country was manipulated by financiers, caused bread to become so expensive it cost fifty Gold Coins each, thereby igniting a war that affected the entire world, killing countless people.
And this seemingly frail young man gradually transitioned from a hero in the eyes of the people to a demon.
However, this was of no concern to the God of War.
This young man had walked the farthest on the path of war, a true genius who, if not for spirit constraints, could have become a bona fide demon possessing a power as grand as that of the gods.
"Ha~ why have you come to find me?" the young man with the horned helmet asked as he approached the God of War, an annoyed expression on his face, "Have you encountered a formidable enemy, needing to borrow my power?"
"Indeed, I need your power," the God of War candidly admitted. His ability could boost his own strength to unparalleled levels, but he faced disadvantages in power contests, so he needed the power to counter Ahtalβs influence.
This also meant he had to find a companion, someone who could walk the same path as him, to help him overcome his deficiencies in power.
"Is he a strong guy?" the young man with bull-horned helmet asked. He had always followed the footsteps of the God of War, only to find out that the God of War was incapable of encompassing the concept of war fully, and not as deep in the path of war as he was.
If he could become a demon, he would surely bring war to the high heavens, not only engulfing the present world in war but also making the high heavens All Gods unable to escape.
As for the God of War, he was merely... a coward who only dared to incite his followers to fight while watching from the sidelines.
This was his assessment of the God of War.
"Very strong, abnormally strong," the God of War frankly admitted, "That guy could utilize his abilities to maximize three dangerous powers: the power from the Witch of Death, the power from the Goddess of Life, and the power from Ash Fire. Ordinary gods would probably be annihilated with one move."
When he saw firsthand how Ahtal had used his abilities to create three corresponding game rules, he immediately understood that Ahtal was very troublesome.
With that ability, Ahtal could bring the three powers to a partner-level strength, and those three powers were already the most dangerous in the world.
Therefore, he needed to prepare to confront Ahtalβs power.
"Then I refuse," said the young man with the bull-horned helmet, suddenly revealing a very malicious smile, moving closer to the God of War, "If I could hear of your death, I would be delighted to climax."
"If that man died, would a war break out in the high heavens?" the God of War whispered into the young manβs ear, "That manβs identity is not simple; his death would ignite the fuse for a worldwide war."
"Ignite the fuse for a worldwide war?" the young man with the bull-horned helmet was stunned, and asked subconsciously, "Is that guy some fatal beauty?"
"Heβs quite handsome, and particularly popular with women," the God of War stroked his chin, pondered, and then said, "If that guy turned into a woman, he probably would indeed be someone extraordinary, who might even be suspected of rising to power by selling his body."
"Okay then, I agree," the young man with the bull-horned helmet laughed heartily, agreeing to help the God of War.
"You extremists really are dangerous," the God of Dreams shook his head, and vanished into a shadow.
The speculation that the war in the high heavens would completely trigger a world war, had already been guessed by him by the time the God of War came to request help.
And he had chosen... to help, after all, those damn witches had injured the Goddess of Death, and they must pay a price.
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Three days later.
A god had died.
This news, like a storm, spread throughout the high heavens, and soon the news about the murderer also leaked out.
It was Ahtal, who had been invited to the high heavens.
The deceased was the Goddess of Pleasure. She invited Ahtal to her home for love-making but was ruthlessly stabbed to death by Ahtalβs sword, and her body was burned to ash by the Flames of a Thousand Deaths afterward.
Luckily, before her death, the Goddess of Pleasure managed to pass on this news, letting gods like the God of War, Combat God, Thunder God, and others know that the murderer was Ahtal, who had cruelly killed the Goddess of Pleasure when there was no one around.
"Did you use a double?" Brayfil asked emotionlessly, drinking tea leisurely and questioning Ahtal, "Was it you who secretly had a tryst with the Goddess of Pleasure and then killed her afterward?"
Xi Mu asked casually: "Do you think I would fancy the Goddess of Pleasure?"
Of course not.
Brayfil raised her hand to her forehead, letting out a weary sigh, her gaze steadfast on Ahtal, confirming that Ahtal had never left, and also knowing that Ahtal wouldnβt fancy the licentious Goddess of Pleasure.
"So, this is a trap set against you?"
"The God of War using his brain, thatβs quite impressive," Xi Mu laughed, "Iβm really looking forward to their next performance."
Brayfil: "..."
People are accusing you of murder, stop looking so happy about it, show a little anger; it might actually reassure her.
