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Chapter 288: Civilization Destruction
Push the door open.

The night outside the window is dark, with fireflies dancing and the faint sound of insects and birds chirping.

Ximu stood in front of the door and turned to look at Mister behind him. She was wearing a beige long skirt that outlined her beautiful figure. Her long red hair was tied into a ponytail and rested on her shoulders, giving her a gentle and dignified feeling.

The blade that is sharp enough to cut gods is gentler than the moonlight outside the window at this moment, making people reluctant to leave.

"Go ahead." Misty smiled gently, stretched out her slender white hands, gently smoothed down Akhtar's hair on his forehead, and then helped him tidy up his collar.

"If there is a future, we will have a long time together."

Now Akhtar is going to hell to study the world of death within death with the Witch of Death. If the plan can be carried out smoothly, everyone can be smuggled into the new world.

At that time, we had enough time to spend time together. Now is not the time to be sentimental. We should make a choice calmly.

The continuation of the world is more important.

"Mist, what do you hope the future world will be like?" Ximu asked suddenly, which made Misty stunned. She crossed her arms with one hand, and the evening breeze blew her hair past her ears. After thinking seriously for a moment.

"I don't care what the world is like, but my brother seems to want to create a gentle world."

"It's not easy to live in a gentle world." Ximu chuckled, then turned and walked into the night, gradually disappearing.

Mist stood there for a while, lowered her arms, closed the door, and the warm light that came in gradually disappeared, turning into a thin line and completely vanishing.

In fact, she and Akhtar had been together for more than two days, including more than ten years in the simulated world. This was already very satisfying for her, and that was why she could calmly accept Akhtar's departure.

……

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hell.

Twin Towers.

Ximu appeared from the void with a surprised look, only to see the Goddess of Lies sitting elegantly on the chair with her chin supported by one hand.

"I thought you were going to indulge in the land of comfort and couldn't extricate yourself." The goddess of lies said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to come back on time."

"Death is sometimes the greatest kindness." Ximu said casually, and then asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly come to hell?"

The goddess of lies showed a frustrated look on her pretty face: "It's because their plan failed. There is no way to survive the burning of the world, so they just came to help the Witch of Death to complete the world of death within death."

After realizing that she had not sneaked into the new world through the card loophole, she decisively gave up the attempt and took the initiative to help the Witch of Death and the Goddess of Death complete their plan.

Ximu nodded, then looked at the void beside him and saw a faint blue flame burning. He saw the Witch of Death appear out of thin air, with her hands folded in front of her chest, and her sapphire eyes looked at him calmly.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s start the experiment.” The Goddess of Lies smiled cunningly, came behind Akhtar, leaned out half of her body and waved to the Witch of Death.

The Witch of Death did not say much about this and took the two of them to the world of death within death.

That is not the world on the physical level, existence is the conceptual existence of a "death" world.

There is simply no way to observe it from the outside.

It was dark and nothing could be seen, as if nothing existed, like a coffin burying the world.

And right now.

The flames suddenly flickered, illuminating the void, and then expanded rapidly, filling every corner.

Not long after, a figure appeared in the burning flames. It was the Witch of Death. She was standing in the flames, looking at her own slender hands.

“Is having a body a defect?” She did create a world of death within death, but because she herself is a real existence, there are flaws in the world of death within death that she created.

Ximu pulled the corner of his mouth and asked, "Lady Witch of Death, you are not going to commit suicide, are you?"

The Witch of Death nodded slightly. She didn't care about her life or death status. It didn't matter even if she abandoned her body. After reaching her level, she could decide her own life and death at will. Even if she completely abandoned her body, she could reshape it.

"It would be a waste to abandon the body." Ximu suggested, "Lady Witch of Death, why don't you let me manage your body?"

The Witch of Death fell silent upon hearing this, then lowered her head following Akhtar's gaze and landed on her crystal-like jade feet.

She shrank her feet slightly and hid them in her skirt.

"Need not."

"That's such a pity." Ximu chuckled and looked at the Death Witch's cute reaction. He was not too interested in the body abandoned by the Death Witch, but he wanted to see the Death Witch's interesting reaction.

In response, the Witch of Death just glanced at Akhtar coldly, and then discussed with Akhtar how to perfect the world of death within death.

……

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Simulated world.

Before the world completely burns up.

"This... there is no way to win." A plump nun showed a desperate expression. She clasped her hands together with her fingers, looking at the flames all over the world outside the castle. "Can humans really overcome Ragnarok?"

As she questioned this, she was immediately burned into ashes by the blazing flames and then woke up from her dream.

The sunlight passed through the stained glass and fell on the nun kneeling in front of the statue. She put down her praying hands, slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fell on the statue of the Goddess of Life.

"My Lady Goddess, this world... can it still be saved?" She asked the Goddess of Life, then lowered her eyes slightly.

"Except for reaching the omnipotent existence and facing the Lord of Ashes directly, everything else will burn into ashes in the Ash Flame and will have no ability to resist at all."

This is the conclusion people in the simulated world have come to. Only beings that have reached the omnipotent level are qualified to be enemies of the Lord of Ashes and to cause harm to him. Otherwise, any ability or creation... cannot overcome the Lord of Ashes' own resistance.

An alchemical bomb powerful enough to destroy a continent had no way of harming the conceptual defenses of the Lord of Ashes.

This despair...is spread to every corner of the world.

In the past, people knew that the Lord of Ashes would burn the world, but they had never experienced what kind of existence the Lord of Ashes was like until they tried to surpass the Lord of Ashes, which gave rise to greater despair.

Lionheart City.

Lakeside residence.

"Why are you so depressed?" The sick witch was wearing a white top, revealing her two snow-white thighs. She walked to the sofa and sat down. She picked up a bunch of grapes on the table and asked the savior goddess beside her while eating the grapes, "Are you hit again?"

The savior goddess' cheeks puffed slightly, and she looked at the sick witch beside her and said, "The minimum requirement for fighting with the teacher is to reach the level of omnipotence, otherwise there is no way to cause any harm to the teacher, but..."

"You don't have enough time to grow, right?" The Sick Witch yawned and said lazily, "Are you planning to give up?"

In response, the savior shook her head: "I don't plan to give up, but everyone plans to give up."

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate." The Sick Witch stretched and lifted her white top, revealing her slender waist and brown shorts. "It would be nice to learn from me. If someone can transcend Ragnarok, I will shout for the savior and take a ride to the new world."

"And if no one can transcend Ragnarok, then I will die comfortably." This is a lack of ambition and makes people laugh and cry.

But in a way very self-aware.

"Savior, don't give up." The Sick Witch suddenly changed the subject and patted the Savior Goddess's shoulder, "You have the talent to save the world."

The Savior Goddess rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not planning on giving up. I'm just a little discouraged. And maybe I can find a way to break through the Lord of Ashes' defenses. It just takes a little bit of time... to think about it."

The Sick and Dead Witch thought for a moment, "Why are you so obsessed with breaking through the Lord of Ashes' defense?"

"This is the only way to interfere with the teacher." The Savior Goddess explained, "Whether it is to transform everyone into the teacher's clones or become the teacher's partner, it is necessary to break through the teacher's defenses."

The Sick Witch rolled her eyes: "Then it will be faster to act like a spoiled child to Akhtar so that he can remove the protection."

The savior goddess: “…”

I don’t know why, but I feel like what the Sick Witch said makes sense. Why don’t I try it next time and ask the teacher to remove the protection.

……

...

Time passes day by day.

Unknowingly, more than two months passed, and sixty days and nights passed, which meant that people had spent more than sixty decades in the simulated world and experienced more than sixty times of despair.

The despair that has accumulated for more than sixty times has made most people give up on transcending Ragnarok and start living for themselves, until they get tired of living... and seek the right death from the delusional demon.

In the simulated world.

On the edge of a cliff.

The Delusion Demon stood on the grass and asked the alchemical puppet in front of him: "Are you sure you want to die correctly?"

"The meaning of living is basically... gone." The alchemical puppet raised its mechanical prosthetic hand and stated the reason why it wanted to die properly.

"I originally thought that after I got rid of my human body, I could experience all the happiness in the world. If I wanted to try any food, I could just input the corresponding information and I would feel it. If I wanted to experience any kind of beauty, I could create a corresponding puppet. I have experienced being a man, a woman, a lover, and being loved. Basically, I have experienced all the things that I thought were exciting in the past."

"At first I was very satisfied, but soon... I felt an unprecedented emptiness. For this reason, I even became a prostitute, but it only gave me a very short-term stimulation, and then I was soon overwhelmed by the huge emptiness."

Delusion Demon: “…”

In fact, he was not surprised at all about what the alchemical puppet said. In the simulated world, civilization developed very quickly. After most people gave up on crossing the Ragnarok, they used the developed technology for their own enjoyment. For this purpose, they developed many ways of playing that he thought were perverted. For example, transforming oneself into a prostitute was just a common thing.

“No wonder the Goddess of Life made our bodies so weak.” The alchemical puppet raised his hand and clenched it into a fist. “After being easily satisfied, I feel more empty than ever before. Limited satisfaction may not be a bad thing.”

The Delusion Demon sighed, "You can look for something more meaningful, like defeating Ragnarok."

The alchemical puppet shook his head and said, "I am just an ordinary person. I don't have the power and impulse of a witch or a demon that can keep them from feeling empty for a long time. Now I just want to get a good sleep."

There are many incredibly talented people in this world who can preserve themselves for a long time without falling into emptiness, but they are usually demons or witches. They possess power and underlying impulses that allow them to keep demanding things that will never end.

But it is difficult for ordinary people to do such a thing. Over a long period of time, they will quickly fall into emptiness and then reach the point of voluntarily accepting death.

"Really?" The delusional demon reached out his hand, stroked the alchemical puppet's head, and gave the man in front of him a proper death.

In the simulated world, he also has a way to give people the correct death, because the simulated world is also a false world created by relying on his power, although this false world is so grand that he himself cannot control it.

But after all, it is a bit of a privilege, which is to grant people a proper death.

He had experienced this kind of thing many times, killing those who came to him in need of a proper death time and time again, giving them one last life.

"You want to die after you're satisfied. You're really fragile." The Density Demon walked out of the forest with his hands in his pockets and asked the Delusion Demon, "If you continue like this, you will bury most people in this world with your own hands."

The delusional demon smiled helplessly: "Even if I don't give him a proper death, he will kill himself. It's better to give him one last sweet dream."

The density demon scratched himself, then sighed.

He had never expected the current development. He had originally wanted to gather all wisdom to overcome the Ragnarok crisis, but he did not expect that it would lead to... the self-destruction of civilization. There was no need for Ragnarok to be imminent. The civilization of this world was about to destroy itself.

And right now.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you give me a ride?" A dwarf came out and waved at the delusional demon, "I'm tired of living."

Delusion Demon: “…”

More and more people want to die, which makes him very busy now, especially asking them if they really want to... die.

The Density Demon sat down cross-legged upon seeing this, silently watching the scene while chatting with the Delusion Demon. Many people came here to seek a correct death, and anyone who stayed in the simulated world for a long time would easily fall into a state of nothingness in life.

Many smart people have also realized this danger, so they begin to resist entering the simulated world and stop their minds from aging quickly.

……

...

The Kingdom of Iris.

kingdom.

"Father also needs to die the right way." Leticia pursed her lips and looked at the mummy on the bed. Her emerald eyes showed a little loss. She had a premonition that her father would choose the right death, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

"Sister, do you also want to die properly?" Ashleya walked in from outside, her eyes revealing expectation. After she found that joining the simulation world could easily cause the mind to fall into nothingness and lead to self-destruction, she chose not to log into the simulation world.

So my mentality is still as good as ever.

Leticia glanced at her sister calmly and did not choose to scold her. Although she often dreamed of the simulated world, her mind did not fall into nothingness and she still maintained a very firm self.

This may be because she devotes most of her time to training, and also because she has clear goals and will not easily fall into a state of nothingness.

"I will not seek a proper death until my wishes are fulfilled," she said, before leaving the room to arrange her father's funeral.

Ashlia didn't mind this. She knew clearly that the stronger the desire, the less likely it was to fall into nothingness, and she could keep herself alive for a long time.

This can be seen from the reactions of the peak human beings. Even if they continue to fall into dreams, they never have the thought of dying properly.

Ability is the embodiment of desire, and developing ability to the peak of human ability can show that they have a firm self-will. They are only one step away from becoming a devil and will not easily fall into self-death.

"Sister is getting stronger and stronger. Has she already reached the peak of human strength?" Ashleya guessed. She was very weak and could not judge to what extent Leticia's strength had grown. The only thing that was certain was that her sister had grown to the level of awakening ability, but she was not sure about the true nature of this ability.

"I don't want to die yet." She withdrew her gaze, looked at her father who had turned into a mummy lying on the bed, and murmured:

"Father, the Iris Kingdom will disappear naturally."

(End of this chapter)