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Chapter 90 The number of souls is not...fixed

Magic Kingdom.

Big library.

The heavy door slowly opened, and the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes rushed in, greedily grabbing every ounce of warmth in the library.

Ximu walked in wearing silver armor, followed by the tall Mister, and the two walked towards the center of the library one after the other.

And the thick door that opened seemed to have received invisible instructions and closed automatically, keeping everyone out of the wind and snow.

Arriving at the center of the library, Hecate was seen sitting at the tea table, putting down the magic book she was reading with a gentle and helpless expression.

"Apprentice, you really don't cherish yourself at all."

"..." Ximu smiled. He was not surprised by the blame in Hecate's words. After all, what he did was indeed a bit outrageous.

Although his life was already short, he had to endure a deeper force of death, which shortened his lifespan to less than a month.

"Teacher, I'll be fine." He explained, came to Hecate's side, pulled out a chair and sat down.

When Hecate heard this, she picked up the books on the table and gently hit her apprentice on the head. She saw Akhtar covering his head with his hands, showing a pitiful expression.

"Teacher is not a woman who pretends to be pitiful and becomes soft-hearted." She showed an angry and funny expression, but she still put down the book in her hand.

Then she looked at Mister aside and said:

"Not everything can be predicted as a teacher. If you want to know where Michael was captured, you still need some preparation."

Ximu asked doubtfully: "Do you need any preparations?"

"This depends on the relationship between you and Mist, apprentice." Hecate said very straightforwardly, explaining in the eyes of the apprentice's questioning eyes.

"If she is your undying lover and your future partner, then I can tell you the location of the God of Blood now."

Her voice was cold.

"If she's just your... friend, then she'll have to pay a price, depending on your relationship."

"..."

Ximu didn't answer. He crossed the fingers of his hands and placed his elbows on the table. He seemed to be thinking, and asked after a moment:
"Teacher, what price do you want Mist to pay?"

"Didn't my teacher say it depends on your relationship?" Hecate shook her head. She would receive corresponding rewards based on how much her apprentice valued Mist.

After all, there are many people in this world who want her to predict. If there are no restrictions, then she will be too busy at all.

"..."

Hearing this, Ximu showed a tangled look, then looked at the tall Mister aside and asked:
"Miss Mister, what do you think our relationship is?"

Mister: "..."

She didn't know how to answer. Judging from Hecate's reaction, simply saying she was a partner would be the fastest way to get the answer.

But she couldn’t just say that she was Akhtar’s partner just for that.

After all, according to the stories sung by the bards, Akhtar had his own lover, and the relationship between her and Akhtar was unfamiliar.

for a long time.

"Yes...yes...it depends on what Akhtar thinks." She gave the decision to Akhtar.

In this regard.

"It's up to you, Miss Mister, to decide." Ximu shook his head, looking very serious.

"My partner, you really need to think carefully." Hecate picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, looking at the two entangled people with a smile.

After all, she is also the Witch of Destiny. It is easy for her to tease the disobedient apprentice.

however.

"If it's a partner." Ximu showed a thoughtful expression and cast his gaze to Hecate aside. Although the teacher was wearing a magic robe, he could not hide his mature figure. His intellectual and mysterious temperament made people unconsciously fascinated. .

He said as if it was a joke:

"I would probably choose the teacher."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Hecate's movements in drinking tea were slightly stagnant. Looking at her apprentice who subconsciously turned away his head, she put down the tea cup and opened her red lips lightly as if she was about to say something.

However, when Ximu saw this, he was the first to speak:
"Teacher, Mister and I are probably friends now, but we don't rule out becoming lovers and partners in the future."

"Really?" Hecate nodded, as if her attention was diverted by Akhtar's words. She held her chin and thought for a moment.

"Then, Master, let me make an exception for you."

"When I rescue my brother, I will definitely repay you." Mist said with a serious expression, although she felt that Hecate would agree to help her prophesy simply because she did not want to discuss the matter of her partner. .

"If you can do it." Hecate didn't seem to be looking forward to it and handed over a map that had been prepared.

After Mister took it, she said:

"Only the power that is hostile to God can help you save your brother."

"..."

Mist subconsciously looked at Akhtar who was standing aside. She knew that Akhtar could get close to the Death Witch and had the favor of the Death Witch.

Ximu shook his head and said:
"The Witch of Death won't care about me, a nobody, and I'm already dead, so I probably won't be able to help you."

"No, you have helped me enough." Mist shook her head, looking guilty, "I'm sorry, I... don't know how to repay you."

For a man whose life was short-lived, she could not think of anything she could do in return for Akhtar.

"That makes no sense to me." Ximu stood up on his knees and patted Mist on the shoulder, "What you need to think about now is to save Michael."

He pointed to the door.

"As for the favor, let Michael return it to me."

"Yes." Mist nodded slightly and turned to leave the big library. She was grateful to Akhtar. If she had the opportunity in the future, she would repay him. Even if she was asked to kill with a knife, she would not hesitate.

And after she left.

"Apprentice, she is the most suitable person to be your partner." Hecate suddenly spoke, looking at her apprentice's confused expression.

"She possesses powers that rival the gods and is fiercely loyal to her partner."

"Don't teachers also have the power to be enemies of God?" Ximu said subconsciously, and then he seemed to realize that what he said was not quite right.

He quickly changed his words:

"Teacher, Mist and I are not familiar with each other."

"..." Hecate stood up, picked up the books on the table, knocked her apprentice on the head, and reprimanded:
"Apprentice, you are thinking of something treacherous."

"..."

Ximu rubbed his forehead. He didn't feel any guilt at all in response to Hecate's scolding eyes. It would be better to say that he felt pleasure.

Of course he also knows when enough is enough. "Teacher, I have accumulated some questions during this period." He pulled out his chair and sat down, starting the study mode.

As a teacher, Hecate also immediately shifted her attention when she heard this. She naturally knew that her apprentice was changing the subject.

But since the apprentice wants to learn, then as a teacher, she must try her best to satisfy him.

After all, this is the teacher's responsibility.

……

...

The next day.

early morning.

The wind and snow were blowing.

Hecate stood on the city wall, watching Akhtar riding an eight-legged horse and disappearing into the white snow, and then she looked at the blindfolded nun aside.

"You...don't you want to return to your apprentice?"

"Lord Ashes, he doesn't need my company now." The blindfolded nun lowered her head and replied softly, "He doesn't need my company until the death of the Omniscient Saint."

"Is this the revelation you received?" Hecate asked, and the blindfolded nun nodded.

She frowned, turned around and disappeared.

When she helped the blindfolded nun install her eyes, she had already discovered that... her apprentice was not infected by the Fire of Surtur in ordinary ways.

Instead, he was chosen by Ragnarok and became the initiator of Ragnarok. Like the flame giant Surtur, he was favored by Ragnarok.

This is not a good thing. Even if her disciple has no subjective thoughts of burning the world, he will be guided by fate and have the idea of ​​burning the world.

……

...

in the afternoon.

On an unknown hillside.

Ximu rested against a stone, with a bonfire beside him. The heat waves emitted warded off the cold wave.

"The Witch of Death gave me a mission." He turned his head and looked at Eden, who was wearing a gray cloak and sitting on his knees on the ground.

"She wants me to find hidden witches and demons."

"Hidden witches and demons?" Eden asked in a calm voice, "Does the Death Witch want to find companions?"

Compared to others, she knew that there were many demons and witches in this world, and they survived through various means.

However, this method of bypassing the judgment of the omniscient god usually results in weakening the strength to a certain extent and no longer poses a threat to the gods.

"That's right." Ximu said seriously, "The Witch of Death asked to find a demon in charge of memory."

"The memory demon, he poses no threat to the gods." Eden seemed to know the memory demon and explained in a calm voice, "He can only wander in people's minds in the form of memory now."

"Then can he wander in my mind?" Ximu suddenly asked, looking a little nervous.

In response, Eden shook his head:
"The memory demon can only wander in the minds of those who "recognize" it. You don't have a deep understanding of the memory demon, so he can't wander in your mind."

Ximu smiled: "Really?"

"I won't do such impolite things." A cheerful male voice suddenly came. Ximu and Eden looked along the place where the voice came from, and saw a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old, staggering away. come over.

On the back of the little girl, there is a vague figure. The specific appearance cannot be seen clearly, and it can only be barely recognized that it is a male.

"Although I really want to meet you face to face." The blurry figure laughed heartily, "But I have forgotten what I look like."

"Can a demon also forget his own appearance?" Ximu asked, while the memory demon spread his hands.

"Unfortunately, I am just a backup of memory, not a memory demon. The real memory demon has died long ago."

"Then it seems that my trip was in vain." Ximu seemed a little disappointed and a little lucky, but the memory demon smiled when he heard this.

He sat cross-legged and said:

"Since the Death Witch called you here, she must have recognized my strength. Isn't it too irresponsible to leave like that?"

Ximu asked: "Can you be an enemy of God?"

"No." The memory demon was very calm. Before Ximu showed a disgusted expression, he quickly added, "But I can reproduce the past memories."

There was mystery in his voice.

"If your previous life was very powerful, I can help you recreate it and help you grow up quickly."

"Is it okay for everyone?" Ximu asked as if he was confused, and then the memory demon became silent.

He sighed and said:

"Some people's souls have been given special protection, and I can't pry into their memories of past lives."

"Although it has limitations, it is still useful." Ximu nodded, "Using this ability, you can create powerful people in batches."

"It can't be done." Waving his hand, the memory demon explained helplessly, "There is an upper limit to awakening past life memories. It can only help recall the memories of the past two lives."

He explained it this way.

"Since you are an ordinary person in this life, then you were probably an ordinary person in your last life. You may not be as promising as you are now. If you want to expect that you will be very powerful in your previous life, it is a very low probability."

"Even if you were lucky enough to be a noble and a wealthy businessman in your previous life, it does not mean that you will become a noble or a wealthy businessman in this life."

Ximu covered his forehead and said as if to comfort himself: "If you are lucky, you can awaken a very powerful past life."

"It's probably impossible for you." The memory demon poured cold water on him again, "You belong to the type of person who has no memory of past lives."

"What does it mean that I have no memory of past lives?" Ximu asked. From a doctrinal point of view, everyone has memories of past lives.

All human souls originate from the original creation, and the number of souls is fixed.

Once there are too many lives in this world, it means that there is a shortage of souls in hell. In order to balance life and death, plague will be sent down to rebalance life and death.

However, from the official setting of the game, it is clearly stated that the number of souls is not fixed. With the natural reproduction of human beings, there is a very low probability of natural souls being born. Such naturally born souls have the highest degree of plasticity. It is a prerequisite for promotion to become a demon and witch.

If the soul is not born naturally, but has experienced reincarnation, it will lose this plasticity and the potential to become a devil and a witch.

"Then I don't know." The memory demon laughed a little evilly, "Maybe it is a newly created soul by the gods."

He waved his hand.

"After all, people often die...souls are gone, so it's understandable that the gods would create new souls in order to replenish the number of souls."

"Perhaps the soul does not need God to create it." Ximu looked at Eden who was silent aside, "But if the soul is born naturally, then where did the extra souls go?"

Eden said calmly: "I can tell you after he leaves."

Memory Demon: "..."

(End of this chapter)