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Chapter 186 The Gravity of Fate

"Oh, yes." Hecate put down the teacup and smiled at Akhtar, "She wants to see you."

Ximu asked doubtfully, "Who?"

"The woman who is related to your destiny." Hecate's tone was neither fast nor slow, making people feel reassuring and elusive.

Ximu thought for a moment and sighed, "Teacher, there are too many women who are related to my fate. If you don't explain it clearly, I won't know."

"Is there no way to know this?" Hecate held her chin with her delicate hand and said jokingly, "Apprentice, you need to strengthen your studies."

"Wait, I already know." Ximu pulled the corner of his mouth and changed the subject abruptly, "Teacher, will my fate of becoming a demon go smoothly this time?"

"..." Hecate shook her head slightly. She felt a little helpless that her apprentice was not studying hard, but she indulged her apprentice.

"The gods will choose the most brilliant pearl from the long river of history, grant him the grace of fearlessness, and order him to be your enemy."

"The grace that is not afraid of anything?" Ximu smiled expectantly, his deep pupils seemed to be burning with black flames. Now that he had obtained the grace of the highest-ranking Witch of Death, this power had already surpassed the norm.

"Don't worry, I will grant you the grace to achieve victory." Hecate smiled gently, "But I will only grant it before you fight him."

"Is it not possible now?" Ximu asked with pretended curiosity, and saw Hecate gently shook her head, elegantly picked up the teacup on the table, and looked at the ripples in the cup.

"I will grant you the corresponding grace now, and the gods will then give you restraining grace, and you will be suppressed in all aspects."

"Is it worth making such a big fuss just to deal with me?" Ximu smiled in surprise. He could understand why Hecate did not grant him the favor. That was because the moment he received the favor, the trajectory of his fate would change. The opponent chosen by the gods would be given the favor to restrain him.

That is why Hecate would not grant him favor now, in order to prevent the gods from granting corresponding favors to his enemies based on the favors he already had.

"The gods need a victory." Hecate explained, "For this victory, the gods have woven a fate of defeat for you."

Now that the goddess of death has been defeated, the gods need an inspiring victory, and defeating Akhtar, who is most favored by the witch of death, is the best choice.

"The gods will be disappointed." Ximu laughed happily, "My teacher is the witch of fate. Who can weave my destiny for me?"

Hecate showed a funny expression, but still advised: "My disciple, he will be the strongest enemy you have ever faced. He has talents that are not inferior to yours, possesses artifacts bestowed by the gods, and also possesses the favor bestowed by the gods."

"I really want to fight him right away." Ximu showed an expectant expression, and Hecate did not scold her apprentice for being careless when she saw this.

As the most brilliant genius of this era, it is normal for her apprentice to have this level of self-confidence and pride.

If her apprentice was still timid, it would be very strange. As the most famous hero of this era, not only did she win the respect of both the witch and the goddess, she also broke into hell and personally sent the source of fear back to the sky.

It would have been a miraculous feat in any age, if one had to fear an enemy chosen by the gods.

That's something very strange.

into the night.

Outside the large library.

Ximu looked back at the library, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness to meet the woman whose fate was related to him.

This woman was neither Leticia nor Aslaqi, and certainly not Mist, even though they seemed to have a good relationship with her.

But it is not enough to reach the level of fate.

……

...

Walking through the dark streets.

We came to a remote mansion, with green vines climbing on the rusty railings and a few birds with azure feathers on the roof.

Compared with the cold wind outside, this mansion seems to have avoided the invasion of the cold wind. It not only has green lawns, but also many bright flowers blooming.

Ximu pushed open the door and walked into the mansion.

As if sensing something, the owner of the mansion also came out. She was wearing a nun's uniform and her eyes were covered with silk.

"Lord Ashes, you are finally willing to come and see me." The blindfolded nun raised her hand and gently placed it on the full mountain. Her pleasant voice carried a hint of emotion.

She knew that Akhtar had returned to the Magic Kingdom before, but he usually went to see Hecate and never asked her a question.

This made her feel like she was forgotten by Akhtar.

"Sorry, I'm really too busy." Ximu said the words a man perfunctorily said to his wife, and came close to the blindfolded nun, "When the teacher said that the woman related to my fate wanted to see me, I thought of you the first time."

He reached out and brushed aside the hair from the blindfolded nun's forehead.

"I guess I'm right?"

"Lord Ashes, you guessed right." The blindfolded nun lowered her head respectfully. She felt her mood suddenly become cheerful. Although she had the illusion that she was very easy to coax, she thought that there was no need to coax Lord Ashes.

Then what Lord Huijin said should be considered to be from the heart.

"What do you want from me?" Ximu withdrew his hand and walked into the mansion. The blindfolded nun pursed her lips when she heard that and caught up with Akhtar.

After coming to the living room and preparing tea for Akhtar.

"Lord Ashes, do you want to become a demon?" the blindfolded nun asked Akhtar, and after seeing Akhtar nod.

She lowered her head and said softly:
"If you intend to avoid the fate of becoming the one who causes Ragnarok, you must resolve the Ash Fire within you before you become a demon."

Ximu asked: "After I become a demon, will I immediately become the initiator of Ragnarok?"

"This is a matter of vital destiny." The blindfolded nun replied, "If you give up this ritual, you can deviate from the gravity of Ragnarok."

She didn't care whether the world was burned to ashes, but she knew that Akhtar was unwilling to burn the world to ashes.

Therefore, as Akhtar's nun, she was willing to inform Akhtar of her choice in advance, even though there might be no way to stop the gravity of fate from Ragnarok, and an event that would lead Lord Ash to the burning world would definitely happen.

"..." Ximu thought for a moment and exhaled, "Then maybe I should really delay the ritual of becoming a demon."

"If you really don't want to burn this world to ashes," the blindfolded nun advised, "please remember that any reason that makes you a demon, any event that makes you retain the flame of ash, is the gravity of fate from Ragnarok."

"Will becoming a demon definitely lead to Ragnarok?" Ximu asked again.

The blindfolded nun shook her head: "Just because you will take a step closer to being the initiator of Ragnarok doesn't mean you will definitely become the initiator of Ragnarok."

"It will be very troublesome to go further." Ximu pretended to think, "I'd better not perform the ritual before the fire of Surtur in my body is resolved." "If you are determined to resist the gravity of Ragnarok," the blindfolded nun warned again, "please be firm in your thoughts at this moment."

"No one wants me to burn the world." Ximu smiled gently, and then exchanged some trivial matters with the blindfolded nun.

Leave the mansion as the night progresses.

There was heavy snow on the streets.

There are few pedestrians.

"..." Ximu suddenly stopped and looked at Eden, who was standing under the dim street light, wearing a gray cloak:
"Eden, why are you here?"

"I want to talk to you about something." Eden took off his cloak, and his emerald eyes reflected Akhtar's figure. "About how to defeat the omniscient god."

"This... can I just say it casually?" Ximu's breathing became rapid in an instant, but Yiden lowered his eyes gently when he saw this.

"Isn't that why you approached me?"

"..." Ximu was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Sorry, I approached you because I really wanted to know how to defeat the God of Omniscience."

"I can tell you the solution now." Eden turned around and strolled along the deserted street.

After Akhtar reached her.

"I know two ways to defeat the All-Knowing God." Her voice was calm. "Become the legendary Lord of Ashes and gain the same power as the All-Knowing God."

Ximu did not ask further: "What about the second method?"

"The second method is to burn the Tree of Omniscience." Eden turned his head, his emerald eyes reflecting Akhtar's astonishment. "The omniscience of everything in the world can make the God of Omniscience achieve omniscience. Only by burning the Tree of Omniscience can the God of Omniscience be defeated."

Ximu didn't say anything.

The atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed to be frozen, and there was a feeling of suffocation. The cold wind blowing past seemed to be countless times colder than before.

"If you want to seize dominance over this world," Eden said softly, "you must first burn the Tree of All-Knowing to ashes."

"What would you do if the Tree of Omniscience was burned?" Ximu asked, but Eden did not give a direct answer.

But there is no need to answer. As the incarnation of the Tree of Omniscience, if the Tree of Omniscience is burned, Eden will naturally... die.

The two walked for a long time, leaving a long trail of footprints on the snow on the street. The whistling wind and snow passed through the alley, as if they were crying.

"If you want to burn the Tree of All-Knowing," Eden said softly, "you must use the Ash Flame."

Ximu asked back, "If it's just an ash fire, then many people have it, right?"

"You must also have the strength to reach the demon level." Eden explained again. There are many people in this world who possess the Flame of Ashes, but none of them can burn the Tree of Omniscience. Only those who have reached the demon level have the opportunity to burn the Tree of Omniscience.

And this is based on the premise that she does not resist. Otherwise, even if she reaches the level of a demon, it will be impossible for her to burn the Tree of Omniscience.

"Then we can just catch a random demon and infect it with Surtur's fire, right?" Ximu waved his hand. "It would be nice to split the demon."

"The Fire of Surtur cannot infect demons." Eden explained, "Unless you were infected with the Fire of Surtur before you became a demon."

After arriving in the demon realm, even if you are burned to ashes by Surtur's fire, you will not be infected by Surtur's fire.

She had experimented with this several times before.

"What if we release the fire giant Surtur?" Ximu asked again, but found that Eden did not answer.

He turned his head and saw Eden looking at him with very gentle eyes.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"I... don't want to kill you." Ximu stretched out his hand and touched Eden's face with his fingertips, conveying a delicate and warm touch.

"The time of Ragnarok is getting closer." Eden lowered his eyes to hide his emotions. "If you can't defeat the Omniscient God as soon as possible and replace the order of the old world with the order of the new world, then everything will be burned to ashes."

Ximu pulled his hand back and said, "I'll think about it."

"Yeah." Eden responded softly, and Ximu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it, and strolled with Eden on the deserted street.

……

...

The next day.

In the coastal country Doris.

Strong men from all over the world gathered together to defeat the great hero of the past, Akhtar, and gain the attention and wealth of the gods.

"What a bunch of trash~" The pink-haired girl covered her lips and looked at the strong men who were queuing up to sign up, and sneered mercilessly, "You guys want to defeat Lord Akhtar, just think about it and you know it's impossible."

"There's nothing we can do about it." A helpless voice came, scaring the pink-haired girl so much that her body trembled.

She turned her head stiffly, only to see a man in a cloak, covering the lower half of his face, complaining to her.

"We don't have any choice at all." The man in the cloak scratched his head. "If we don't follow the rules, there is no way to see Akhtar."

The pink-haired girl's face turned cold, and she raised her finger and pointed at her own face, "Are you mistaken? I am not a duelist participating in the crusade against Lord Akhtar, I am a member of the Cult of Death!"

"Oh, is that so?" The man in the cloak was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he smiled freely, "A little girl like you, I thought you were a naive girl who ran away from home."

Pink-haired girl: “…”

Why does she feel insulted? She has lived for more than 300 years and doesn't look like a little girl at all.

"Your name is Adam...right?" She glanced at the paper in the hand of the cloaked man beside her, on which the man's name was clearly written.

"What a familiar name."

"I just deliberately chose the same name as a historical hero." The cloaked man smiled heartily and rolled up the registration form in his hand. "But I do want to accomplish the same deeds as the hero."

"What a naive guy." The pink-haired girl shook her head, turned around and jumped away, while the man shook his head, turned around and started to line up.

(End of this chapter)