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Chapter 253 Have you decided on a name for your child?

into the night.

In the foggy bathroom.

Ximu leaned on the edge of the bathtub, closed his eyes slightly, and faced the ceiling, until he heard a noise not far away. He saw a girl wrapped in a white bathrobe and with a shark tail walking towards the bathtub.

Shark girl Kashute looked around, tested the water temperature of the bathtub with her toes, then stepped into the bathtub and sat down gently.

She painted her toenails purple and unconsciously tapped them in the water. Then she suddenly straightened her legs, her soft waist tensed, and a contented sigh came from her cherry lips.

After walking with Leticia for a day, she met Lord Akhtar again, but she couldn't see him. The depression accumulated in her heart disappeared with the bath, and her mood eased.

And right now.

"Are you tired?" The voice floated into her ears inadvertently, causing the shark girl Kashute's delicate body to suddenly tense up. There should be no outsiders in this bathroom. As a shark, she is very sensitive to water. However... there is someone who can perfectly avoid her perception, as long as that person does not want to let her see it.

Shark girl Kashuute subconsciously clenched the towel in her hands, but this action only highlighted her plump fruit, and the white canyon exuded an attraction like the abyss.

She whispered:

"Akhtar sir, why are you still here?"

"No one has set a time limit for bathing, right?" Ximu asked with a chuckle, and the shark girl Kashute did not dare to refute. Her face was almost lowered to her chest, and her delicate face was flushed, and no one knew if it was because of the water temperature.

Ximu chuckled and said, "Come sit next to me and talk to me about the Order of Death."

"Yes." Shark girl Kashute naturally did not dare to refuse and slowly approached the source of the sound. She had no way of seeing where Akhtar was, but she could locate him by listening to the sound and making inferences through the ripples on the water surface.

After a moment, she slowly sat down, her raised little buttocks pressed flat and in close contact with Akhtar's legs.

The atmosphere suddenly became hot.

Shark girl Kashute's body suddenly trembled, and her hands gripped the yukata on her chest even harder. Her breathing became rapid involuntarily, and she felt the third hard and hot leg pressing against the gap between her thighs.

Escape... No, she killed this thought. With her strength and as long as she was prepared, she would not sit in the wrong position as long as she took her time.

This position now is something she deliberately chose.

"How many people in the Order of Death still remember me?" Ximu didn't seem to care that the shark girl Kashuti sat on his lap. He looked up at the ceiling that was emitting dim light.

Shark girl Kashute adjusted her breathing and the position of her little butt, and then said in a soft mosquito voice:

"Most people in the Order of the Dead don't remember your existence. Only I and my puppet still have memories of you. Everyone else has lost their memories of you."

After she discovered that time had reset, she discovered that most of the members of the Order of the Dead had lost their memories of Akhtar, and only she and the Doll Girl still remembered Akhtar's existence.

For most members of the Death Cult today, Akhtar is a symbol of terror and despair, but this symbol also makes the members of the Death Cult feel proud because Akhtar grew up from the Death Cult.

And the Witch of Death also acknowledged Akhtar's identity.

Therefore, in the current Order of the Dead, apart from her and the Doll Girl, the impression of Lord Akhtar is basically... a companion before time went back, a very powerful person, and no other impression exists.

"Is that why you took the initiative to accept the task of protecting Leticia?" Ximu chuckled, and Shark Girl Kashute nodded slightly in agreement. Apart from her, the only person in the Cult of Death who could attach great importance to Akhtar was the Doll Girl. However, the Doll Girl had to convey the will of the Witch of Death most of the time, so she had to come out in person to protect Leticia's safety.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ximu's voice suddenly softened. He raised his hand and rubbed Shark Girl Kashute's head. "But I can't give you a reward today."

"Reward?" Shark girl Kasu was slightly stunned, her toes suddenly clenched together, and she suddenly realized something.

"No, it's not impossible." Ximu changed the subject and leaned close to Shark Lady Kashute's ear, "Tell me what you want...reward."

What reward do you want?

Shark girl Kashut's brain was working frantically. She wanted to ask directly if she wanted Akhtar, but when she thought that this reward was obtained by protecting Leticia, she was afraid that such an excessive request would not be agreed.

After a while.

"Take your time to think about it. There's no need to rush." ​​Ximu smiled, put his arms around Shark Girl Kasuti's waist, his fingertips sliding along her fair skin, and then he put Shark Girl Kasuti on the other side.

He stood up and left the bathroom.

He had no reason to refuse the shark girl, Kashut, who came to his door, but today was different.

The bathroom suddenly became quiet.

The shark girl Kashute gradually recovered and let out a cry like a little animal. What on earth had she done to make her sit on Lord Akhtar on her own initiative, in the bathroom.

How could she have the courage to do such a thing? She pretended that she couldn't tell the exact position and sat on it. I'm afraid Lord Akhtar wouldn't believe it at all. But it seems that Lord Akhtar didn't refuse and said that he would give her...a reward.

Was it the kind of reward she was thinking of, or was it another kind of reward.

Her consciousness became confused again and her body temperature continued to rise. She pressed her body against the wall of the bathtub and slowly dived down until she was completely submerged. A few bubbles appeared occasionally, indicating that she was safe and sound.

In the past, she sneered at bad women... no, bad men who could deceive people with just a few words. But if it were her, she would definitely not be like that. If someone deliberately used words to bait her, she would be able to decisively and rationally break away from them, and might even use a serrated knife to kill the person who was baiting her.

This was what she had always thought, but now she had become the person she used to sneer at, and was fooled by the ambiguous words. Although she had a feeling that Lord Akhtar might be joking, she couldn't help but feel a strong expectation in her heart.

Maybe that reward is what she wanted.

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at the same time.

The corridor on the second floor.

After passing by a door.

"You're out so soon?" The Sick Witch poked her head out from behind the door and looked at Akhtar passing by, her voice filled with surprise:
"You didn't do anything to that shark girl?"

"What?" Ximu stopped and asked, and the Sick Witch looked at Akhtar carefully and found that there was nothing unusual in his expression.

She slowly pulled back her body and whispered:
"Nothing"

"..."

Ximu calmly turned and walked towards Leticia's room, and soon disappeared around the corner until a knock on the door was heard. Then the Witch of Death gently pushed the door open, and she turned to the Plague Goddess in the room and asked, "Aren't you going to talk to Akhtar?"

"Letitia and Akhtar have experienced life and death and reunited. Let's give them some time to spend together." The Plague Goddess put down the teacup in her hand and smiled gently at the Witch of Death. "My relationship with Akhtar is not as close as you think."

The Sick and Dead Witch twitched her lips: "That means you admit that you have a close relationship, right?"

The Plague Goddess was silent for a moment, then changed the subject, "The Witch Doppelganger has been looking for you for a while, and has appeared nearby in the past few days."

"As long as I stay by your side," the Sick Witch yawned, "Even if the Clone Witch wants to take action, she won't have a chance."

Now she is in a state of living one day at a time. Unlike other witches, she is not motivated to find a solution to Ragnarok. She is only good at treating and spreading diseases. Saving the world is not her forte.

There are probably quite a few people who have similar ideas. The resurrected witches and demons may not necessarily be trying to overcome Ragnarok. Instead, they may prioritize enjoying their current lives rather than trying to think of ways to defeat Ragnarok.

There will definitely be more talented people who can come up with a solution.

……

...

"This villa was temporarily lent to me by a friend of mine." Ximu came to the edge of the balcony, and the moonlight just happened to fall on him and Leticia through the gaps in the clouds.

The two stood very close to each other, their shoulders leaning against each other.

"Is he your boyfriend or girlfriend?" Leticia asked, her emerald eyes reflecting the man beside her. For the first time, she realized that she was getting along with Akhtar in a relaxed state. In the past, she was either being hunted or facing huge crises, and she had no time to chat in a relaxed atmosphere.

Ximu thought for a moment and revealed a subtle expression, "Although I hope it's a girl, my friend should be... a boy."

Leticia was slightly stunned: "It should be a boy?"

"Unless I lift up my friend's skirt and confirm it with my own hands," Ximu said jokingly, "I will find it difficult to tell the true situation."

In fact, it would not be difficult for him to identify the truth if he wanted to, but he did not use the power of the Lord of Ashes to spy on it, as that might cause him spiritual harm, so he never took the initiative to spy on Anastasia's gender.

"Is it Michael?" Leticia asked subconsciously, and then immediately denied it, "Michael doesn't wear skirts."

"I'm not so confused as to not be able to identify Michael's gender." Ximu laughed and stretched out his hand towards the moon in the sky. "His chest is as gentle and flat as the bright moon. There is nothing...hidden at all."

Leticia smiled and said softly, "If my opponent is Michael, then I may not have any chance of winning."

The charm of Michael does not only come from his own ability to seduce, but also includes the attraction that comes with his strong personality.

Anyone would feel psychological pressure if they had such a competitor.

"Chances of success?" Ximu tilted his head. "Does it mean that we live together by the sea, raise a pet, and then educate our child to become a qualified king?"

Leticia rested her hands on the railing, the gentle evening breeze brushing her golden hair. She chuckled, "I didn't expect you would still remember."

"It hasn't been too long." Ximu shook his head. According to his sense of time, he and Leticia had not been communicating for too long.

"That's great. I was worried that you had stayed at the end of time for too long." Leticia raised her hand to gently gather her hair by her ear, her emerald eyes reflecting Akhtar's face. "Now I can't even tell whether you are real or not."

"It is undoubtedly a real existence." Ximu explained, "The person who fought with the omniscient god at the end of time was me, but in front of you it is undoubtedly the real me, not a clone, nor a projection, it is the real Akhtar."

Leticia looked puzzled.

This was beyond her comprehension. Although she possessed a considerable amount of knowledge, it was ultimately limited to the scope of normal people.

Now what Akhtar described was beyond her comprehension.

"Are you the same person in the previous second and the next second?" Ximu asked, and then gave an answer, "For ordinary people, there may be a difference, but for beings who have reached the omnipotent realm, they are all yourself. Even if someone interferes with time, it doesn't matter. They will still retain the memory of the future, unless you interfere with time beyond the time of their birth."

He patiently explained the secrets that ordinary people were unknown.

"But the God of Omniscience and I are... different. We have the ability to extend our own time to a more distant past. As long as we are willing, we can let our will descend to any time period."

"Now I am just making myself exist in the past and the future at the same time."

"Sorry, I may not understand you very well." Leticia pursed her lips. She no longer understood Akhtar's form of existence. Although she understood every word, it was difficult for her to understand it accurately.

"You just need to understand me now." Ximu chuckled. He could indeed make himself be in the past and the future at the same time, but that was also a miracle achieved with the help of the system. Otherwise, existing in the past and the future at the same time would result in burning the current time period.

The Omniscient God can also accomplish similar miracles, but the size of the Omniscient God is beyond imagination. As long as he allows himself to travel through time, it will immediately stimulate the Ragnarok reaction of the gods. Therefore, the Omniscient God can only follow the river of time and does not interfere with it. This is why the Omniscient God is sealed.

In a world full of mistakes and omissions, the omniscient God himself has no way to fully exert his power.

But he is different. He doesn't care about the increase in mistakes and omissions in the world. After all, he is not the one who suffers from the mistakes.

"Yeah." Leticia's voice was so soft that it was difficult to detect her emotions. She felt more and more the invisible gap between herself and Akhtar, even though Akhtar himself might not care.

But if you can't even understand the people around you, then how can you be together? Even if you have a previous emotional foundation...sooner or later you will drift apart, because both parties can't even accurately understand each other's conversation topics.

It's like a cuckoo chatting with humans about what it has seen and heard. There are fundamental differences between the two sides, from the way they think to the way they survive.

"The person who understands the king does not have to be the king, the queen can also be one." Ximu said suddenly, "As long as you stand beside the king and are in the same environment as him, you will definitely understand the king's thoughts."

Leticia chuckled and looked at Akhtar's serious expression: "The canary raised by the king is also by the king's side."

"That depends on whether the king is willing to treat the people around him as canaries or queens." Ximu smiled, "I think it would be nice to live in a room that's neither too big nor too small by the sea, have a child, and train her to be the king."

Leticia turned around and looked at the man beside her. She slowly reached out and stroked his face. A gentle smile appeared on her pretty face.
"Have you decided what the child's name will be?"

"At least we need to know whether it's a boy or a girl before we can decide." Ximu said so, and Leticia tilted her head cutely when she heard it, as if she was thinking very seriously about the child's name.

Ximu suddenly added: "If they are twins, then one name won't be enough."

"You're really thinking far ahead." Leticia smiled slightly. She knew very well in her heart that Akhtar was now acting to fulfill his own wishes.

But she had no reason to refuse, this was her own wish.
"But this world only lasts for three years. Is it really good to let a child be born in this world?" She grabbed Akhtar's wrist and unexpectedly took Akhtar's initiative to walk into the house.

Then the curtains were drawn, blocking out the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)