After get off work, start speeding through another world

Chapter 270 Maid Service
Lionheart City.

Lakeside residence.

Suddenly, a series of horse hoof prints 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 enlarging and eventually revealed to be a divine horse with eight legs.

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

Their eyes met.

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

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

"Sleipnir." Sleipnir gave his name and observed the girl carefully. She could clearly feel that the other party was a god, but she could not tell what power he possessed. She was only 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 was going on, clapped her hands lightly, 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 mansion by the lake, and immediately noticed 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, picking up the book to cover her cheek.

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

However, the savior goddess only felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in the other person's gentle smile, which made her want to escape.

But considering the other party's identity.

"Yes, I am the teacher's student." The savior goddess answered, and then was led by the other party to change the topic and told him 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.

After a while.

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

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

"You yourself... well, you can." The savior goddess wanted to refuse, but when she saw Sleipnir smile, she nodded obediently and trotted towards the mansion. It was not an important matter anyway.

Moreover, Sleipnir's eyes had a kind of oppressive force that she could not refuse.

However, soon after entering the room, the Savior Goddess was grabbed by the collar by the Witch of Death and asked to wait in the living room.

She is not allowed to go to her teacher now.

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

"I was planning on going upstairs to bed anyway."

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

"You won't be able to find Akhtar and Kashut. You can only see them if I go find them, so just wait here obediently."

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

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

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

After a while.

On the second floor.

Shark girl Kashute, wearing a maid outfit, sat on Akhtar in a duck-sitting position with her hands on Akhtar's lower abdomen.

She bit her red lips lightly, her body rose and fell rhythmically, and she made a nasal sound that was unclear whether it was from fatigue.

Until a moment later.

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

The Sick Witch outside the door tilted her head and looked at the Shark Girl, Kashuute, with a smile, biting her red lips with blushing cheeks.

She sniffed the air gently.

"Am I here at a bad time?" she said with a smile and slowly closed the door.

"Wait!" Shark Girl Kashute suddenly spoke up, stretched out her hand to the Sickly Witch who was about to close the door, subconsciously wanted to stand up, but then sat down weakly again.

She bit her lower lip and asked:

"I am just doing my duty as a maid massage. You can say anything to Akhtar sir now."

"Since when did the bishop of the Order of Death become a maid?" The Sick Witch asked in surprise, but her smile revealed her evil intentions. She didn't dare to tease Akhtar, but she had the courage to tease the shark girl Kashute, and her courage was very big.

"Hmph, I volunteer, isn't that enough?" Shark Girl Kashut snorted, not having too many concerns about the Witch of Death. If it was the Goddess of Savior or Plague, she might be panicked, but she didn't need to be too nervous about the Witch of Death.

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

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

Shark Lady Kashute nodded gently, placed her hands on Lord Akhtar's abdomen, and slowly stood up.

Unexpectedly, after Shark Girl Cassuto stood up, she saw that both of them were fully clothed, as if nothing had happened.

Shark girl Cassuto got off the bed and passed by the Witch of Death as if nothing had happened.

"Lord Akhtar, I will go negotiate with the Witch of Clone later." Shark Lady Kashut suddenly stopped and said to Akhtar who was already sitting on the bed, "She seems to want to ask the Witch of Death to do something."

"Go, she won't hurt you." Ximu casually glanced at the future and confirmed the safety of the shark girl Kashute.

"Yes." Shark Girl Kasuita responded softly, then closed the door and disappeared outside with the Sick Witch.

"Go take a shower." Outside the door, the Sick Witch observed the appearance of the Shark Girl Kashute. She saw that her legs were slightly clamped together, and a drop of sweat slid down her white neck and fell into the gap between her plump chests.

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

Then she walked towards the bathroom.

Seeing this, the Sickly Witch glanced at the path that the Shark Girl Cassuto had walked, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she turned into black mist and disappeared on the spot.

Soon after,

Sleipnir opened the window, and the night breeze blew through her long, milky white hair. She turned around, looked around the room, and then said:
"I regret going to accompany the Monster Witch." "Partner, why did you come back suddenly?" Ximu asked puzzledly, and Sleipnir's cheeks puffed up slightly when she heard that. She felt that Akhtar was changing the subject abruptly, but after glaring at Akhtar, she chose to continue the discussion with Akhtar's topic.

"Because of the words of the Omniscient Saint." She came to the bed and sat down, stretching her legs straight, her eyes revealing a hint of worry.

"If we let her continue to make mistakes, it will be dangerous, right?"

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

Sleipnir was silent for a moment, then 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 conflicted expression when he heard this, and Ximu seemed to have guessed what the little mare was thinking.

He thought for a moment and said:

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

Sleipnir showed a puzzled expression, and then heard Akhtar's explanation. He raised a finger, and the tip of his finger flickered with flames.

"If the God of Omniscience had not gone to the end of time, and if someone with talent close to mine had appeared in this era, then perhaps the Lord of Ashes at the end of time could have been defeated."

"Moreover, the fire giant Surtur was implanted with a corresponding personality in the past. That personality will do its best to suppress the power from the Lord of Ashes, and hopes that someone can surpass the Lord of Ashes and allow this world to move towards a more distant 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 prerequisite for defeating the Lord of Ashes can no longer be achieved." Ximu shook his head and said with a smile:
"And I am also trying to find a way to resolve the crisis of Ragnarok. I won't keep waiting for the savior to come and defeat me."

Having said that, he patted the bed.

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

Sleipnir hesitated for a moment after hearing this, glanced at the tidy bed, then glanced at Akhtar with a gentle smile, then nodded slightly, took off his shoes, got into bed, and fell asleep with Akhtar.

……

Simulated world.

At the moment night falls, everyone can fall asleep and join in the preparations to defeat the simulated Lord of Ashes.

And that means time difference.

The later a person falls asleep, the later he or she will enter the simulated world, and will not be able to participate in anything that happened in the early stages of the simulated world.

And everything that happens in the early stages will change the simulated 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 green-skinned monsters that had never been seen before were wandering around.

"It's an indirect preview of the future." Ximu chuckled and explained to the mare beside him, "In the past, heroes had some concerns in the real world, but in the simulation world, there will be no concerns at all. You can do whatever you want."

Sleipnir thought about it and realized that the situation in the war between witches and gods before time went back was not worse than it is now. Moreover, she had experienced the world burning to ashes, so what was happening now was not very surprising.

"Come on, accompany me to wander around this doomsday." Ximu took the little mare and began to wander in the doomsday.

after a while.

The Iris Kingdom in a simulated world.

The originally poor and backward country has changed its appearance and is covered by thick city walls. Inside the city walls is a city built of gears and metals. Even the original residents have been freed from the constraints of flesh and blood and turned into alchemical puppets.

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

He glanced at the man and woman outside the door in surprise, then gracefully took off his bowler hat and bowed to them.

"Are you also here to break free from the constraints of flesh and blood?"

"Get rid of the constraints of flesh and blood?" Sleipnir asked doubtfully. The man smiled, invited the two of them into the house, and explained.

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

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

“When we first entered this dream world, people were planning to work together to find a way to defeat the Lord of Ashes, but we soon discovered that something was not right.” The man asked the two to sit down, then poured two cups of coffee.

He crossed his fingers and lost himself in memories.

"Those witches and demons had no intention of cooperating. They acted arbitrarily according to their own ideas, dragging ordinary people like us into the war. Only a few people survived and received the favor of the witches or demons."

Having said that, he pulled out his arm and shook it casually.

"Basically everyone is dead, or has turned into a half-human, half-ghost appearance like us."

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

In response, the man connected his arm and then clenched his fist. "Although this world is terrible, it also has many benefits. We can actively contact different demons or witches, understand their ideas of salvation, and obtain the power they bestow, thus gaining power that we never dared to imagine before."

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

She couldn't understand why her life form was turned into an alchemical puppet. How could a body created by alchemy be superior to a body of flesh and blood? She could turn 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 apocalypse.”

He raised his finger.

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

"The power of the Alchemy Witch, Memory Demon, Monster Witch, Earth Demon, etc. allows us to transform ourselves into another form of life so that we can adapt to this world."

"And what I accepted was the power of the Alchemy Witch. By implanting my own soul into the Alchemy Doll, I gained the power to survive the doomsday."

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

The man chuckled and explained kindly:
"Memory Demons transform life forms into memories, existing in people's collective cognition, completely freeing themselves from the limitations of the body; Monster Witches transform people into various monsters; and Earth Demons transform people into elemental life forms, surviving by directly absorbing the elemental power of the earth."

At this point, he added another sentence.

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

(End of this chapter)