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Chapter 272 Wake up, my king

"Now there is a problem that they cannot handle." Ximu chuckled and pointed to the sofa:

"Although you have lost your memory, we used to be very good friends. Come and chat with me."

The white-haired girl was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "According to the prophecy of the three goddesses of fate, I should have been threatened by you to join the Order of Death, and you even brought danger to my shop."

She has learned some details about herself about the prophecy of the three goddesses of fate and finds that Akhtar is playing her in the palm of his hand.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a good relationship.

"But this doesn't prevent us from having a good relationship." Ximu sat down on the sofa and said casually:
"If you have a soul, the Witch of Time might also let you retain your future memories."

"This is nothing surprising." The white-haired girl replied, "After all, I am..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Akhtar turn his head and smile helplessly:
"So I was thinking about whether to give you a soul." Ximu said, "But you don't seem to want the blessing."

The white-haired girl instantly revealed a conflicted expression upon hearing this.

She had no interest in Akhtar's talk of blessings, but the mention of the soul made her feel moved.

As a creation of the Alchemy Witch, she has no soul of her own, so she has always considered herself a puppet.

But now she has a chance to gain a soul.

"Why do you look so embarrassed?" Sleipnir showed a puzzled expression, and then he heard the white-haired girl sigh softly, with an unwilling yet helpless expression on her delicate face.

"I just feel like I'm being manipulated by Akhtar, and I don't want to admit defeat."

Ximu laughed in silence: "How could I possibly control you? I really want to help you."

The white-haired girl hesitated for a moment, but the temptation of having a soul prevailed. She nodded slightly and said:

"Then please."

"Then come and chat with me." Ximu patted the soft sofa beside him, and the white-haired girl came over and sat next to Akhtar, and very politely poured four cups of black tea.

"This is also the first time I give a soul to someone. After a few days, when I am sure, I will give you a soul."

"Thank you." The white-haired girl had no objection. Of course, it would be better to be cautious about such an important matter. She herself did not want any accidents to happen, and a few days would pass quickly for her.

"No need to thank me, this is not difficult for me." Ximu shook his head slightly and then changed the subject:
"By the way, have all the residents of the Iris Kingdom turned into alchemical dolls?"

"Some of them have retained their human identities." Leticia held the teacup and explained softly to Akhtar, "The alchemical dolls have stronger physical survivability."

Ximu nodded and said, "If it's broken, you can always replace the body parts."

"Body parts cannot be replaced at will." The white-haired girl shook her head gently, "I don't want to add meaningless workload."

Many of the body parts used by the residents of the Iris Kingdom today were made by her. If the residents of the Iris Kingdom were allowed to replace body parts at will, it would create a lot of work for her.

"I hate meaningless work, too." Ximu yawned and looked at Leticia. "I'd rather spend more time sleeping."

The white-haired girl blinked her eyes when she saw this, and observed Akhtar and Leticia. Her pretty face showed an expression of enlightenment. She drank the tea in the cup on the table, and then stood up on her white knees.

"I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I won't disturb your gathering." After saying this, he turned around without hesitation and soon disappeared out the door.

This simulated world has all the information needed in the real world, which also means that all the data of the human body is available. Except for the inability to reproduce, all feedback is available, which means that in-depth communication between normal lovers is possible.

Of course, this is just a collision at the consciousness level, and there will be no changes in the body in this world.

The next day.

noon.

In the dim room, the girl's low moaning voice could be faintly heard, and a pair of white jade feet appeared under the quilt, and suddenly her toes clasped together.

The rapid breathing slowly became calm,

After a moment, the quilt was gently pulled down, revealing Ximu and Leticia. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could feel each other's body temperature.

Ximu turned his head to look at the girl next to him. Her golden hair stuck to her delicate cheeks. Through the gaps in the quilt, he could see her plump breasts, which were flattened by the pressure. Her rapidly rising and falling chest made people feel her fatigue.

"Do you want to take a shower?" He reached out to push away the hair stuck to Leticia's cheeks, and saw that Leticia didn't say anything, but hugged him even tighter, like a clinging kitten.

The dim room suddenly became quiet, and words seemed to have lost their meaning at this moment.

After a long time, or maybe just a moment.

"Knock knock." There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by the voice of the white-haired girl:

"Leticia, do you still want to train today?"

"..."

Leticia raised her pretty face, her emerald eyes filled with a hint of inquiry, and then she saw Akhtar shaking his head.

She said to the white-haired girl outside the door:
"No training today."

"Understood." The voice of the white-haired girl came from outside the door, followed by the sound of footsteps going away.

"Get up. I'll take you around the current Iris Kingdom." Leticia supported herself on the bed with her hands, her long golden hair sliding down her shoulders and resting on Akhtar's cheek.

She sat on Akhtar's abdomen and could feel something pressing against her from behind her buttocks, without feeling any fatigue.

But she wasn't surprised.

"My king, indulging in women is not a good thing." She reached out and stroked Akhtar's cheek:
"It's time to inspect your territory."

"I don't remember that the Iris Kingdom belonged to me." Ximu shook his head, and Leticia smiled and explained:

"My father passed the throne of Iris to me not long ago, and my country is, of course, yours too."

She tugged on Akhtar’s hand.

"So it's time for my king to get up and inspect the country."

"...Okay." Ximu did not refuse and accompanied Leticia out of the room. He saw Sleipnir lying on the sofa in the living room with his arms around his knees, silently looking at the two people walking out of the room.

……

…The wind and sand whistled through the sky, and the temperature in the air seemed to squeeze out every bit of moisture. However, in such a cruel environment, the vague figure of a young girl gradually became clear.

She was wearing a skirt and armor, and her long golden hair was tied into a ponytail, swaying in the wind and sand, giving people a solemn and sacred feeling.

And right now.

The girl suddenly stopped and swung her hand. A golden holy sword appeared out of thin air. She looked around vigilantly and saw the gravel on the ground began to surge and a green-skinned humanoid monster emerged.

Apart from the rags wrapped around its crotch and a bone knife in its hand, this monster looks extremely miserable.

"Haha, we have guests, come out." The green-skinned monster holding a bone knife knocked on the ground with the knife, and the gravel on the ground began to surge, and many green-skinned monsters came out.

This scene is like a dignified knight going out, being surrounded by a group of goblins, and falling into an obvious crisis.

However, the situation suddenly reversed after the savior goddess' amber eyes became stern and she assumed an attacking stance.

"Plop!" The strange man holding the bone knife knelt down without hesitation and raised his hands high.

The other weirdos were only a moment slower, but they knelt down at an astonishing speed.

The atmosphere fell silent.

The savior goddess showed a trace of confusion and entanglement on her pretty face, as if she could not understand the transformation of these green-skinned monsters.

The leader of the weirdos forced a flattering smile and raised his hands higher: "A being with such a powerful aura must be either a witch or a goddess. I think it's better to abandon any behavior that you find threatening."

Although this world is a witch, being killed is just returning to the real world, but the witch and the goddess are also in reality and can be offline at any time.

So they have to be timid... and they also want to survive longer in the simulated world to see if the witches and demons can come up with some powerful gifts that will allow them to follow them online.

"What did you plan to do to me before?" asked the savior goddess. A faint light came out of the holy sword in her hand, revealing a powerful oppressive force, as if it could take someone's life at any time.

The leader was silent for a moment, then began to explain: "We are a group that believes in monsters and witches. We have abandoned... the constraints of the human body, and our way of survival has undergone a subversive change."

He pointed to his green skin.

"Our current method of reproduction is self-reproduction, and we don't need any opposite sex. Secondly, we don't need to eat too much. As long as there is sunlight and a little sand and soil, we can meet our survival needs."

"So why did you surround me?" The Goddess of Savior repeated. She had been taught by the Goddess of Plague and the Witch of Death, so she had some common sense in communication and would not be easily led off topic.

"To increase our number." A strange man with a slightly bulging chest and wrapped in rags spoke in a deep masculine voice.

She lowered her head and rested her forehead on the gravel.

"Although we only need a small amount to survive, we need to increase our numbers. The more of our kind there are, the more favors we can receive from the monster witch."

The savior goddess nodded and asked, "What are you going to do..."

"Knock him out and swallow it into the stomach." A charming yet dangerous female voice, with sweet breath, hit the savior goddess's ear, making her subconsciously want to avoid it, but her body was unable to move.

The savior goddess' amber eyes moved slightly as she stared at the girl who appeared beside her. She had her long black hair tied into two ponytails, her fair skin seemed to have never seen the light of day, her pretty face had an elegant smile, but her temperament gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.

She had seen this woman before. She often stayed in the mansion by the lake, holding a parasol, but because the Plague Goddess did not allow it, she had never taken the initiative to contact this woman.

But she knew the woman's name and abilities.

"Doppelganger Witch, you can't turn me into a clone in this world." The savior goddess said calmly, and saw the clone witch pull back her hand, smiling and taking a few steps back.

"I'm just waiting here for the sick witch to die." The witch's clone touched her lower lip with her slender hand, bent her slender waist, and the white fruit on her chest swayed, making people breathe faster.

This is a charming and dangerous witch.

however.

The savior goddess's look did not change at all. She could not appreciate the allure of the witch clone at all. She only knew that the witch clone was very dangerous and she had to be careful.

"That's too much, such a cold look." The witch clone didn't care, instead she kept smiling sweetly, "Little guy, do you want to know how to save the world?"

The savior goddess was stunned for a moment, then immediately said: "I already know how to save the world."

"Is it correct to learn the method from your teacher?" The witch clone kept smiling and came to the side of the savior goddess to tempt her, "And your teacher really didn't hide anything from you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword flashed and the howling sandstorm was separated in an instant, as if a huge wound was cut in the world.

however.

"You really noticed something was wrong?" A charming laugh came from the side, and the witch clone walked out intact. She put her hands behind her back and looked at the savior goddess's expression, "Even if it's to prove that your teacher is fine, do you want to understand our philosophy of salvation?"

The savior goddess turned and left.

"You can't find a teacher for a while anyway." The witch clone caught up, "Why not get in touch with demons and witches during the journey? Maybe you can find a good way to save the world."

She handed over a map.

"You can follow the map to learn about demons and witches. Of course, you can ignore the map, but you will need to find your own way."

The savior goddess stopped and asked the witch clone: ​​"What is your purpose in contacting me?"

“Perhaps he wants to play the role of a guide in training the savior.” The witch clone handed the map to the savior goddess, then turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.

She was not interested in the Savior Goddess herself, but was very interested in the Savior Goddess's teacher. Who was that invisible existence and whether it was the same as she expected?

The sky was filled with yellow sand whistling past.

The monsters who stayed there looked at each other for a few seconds. They seemed to have learned very important information. Although there was only a few conversations, they learned that there was a savior goddess in this world who was still looking for a way to save the world.

"Could this simulated world be created just for the Savior Goddess?" Someone raised the question. "It's been less than three years since the Ragnarok, so it's normal to create a simulated world to buy time for the Savior Goddess to grow."

"The power of the simulated world cannot be brought into the real world." Some people objected that the simulated gifts they obtained in the simulated world were false things after all and there was no way to materialize them in the real world.

"But what if the savior goddess doesn't need to grow in strength?" The leading weirdo speculated, "What the savior goddess needs is experience in using strength?"

The atmosphere fell silent.

There is not much point in speculating about gods. After all, they are just a group of weaklings and it is impossible for them to know the truth.

(End of this chapter)