My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Chapter 595 - 379: The Joint Plan Against the Twelfth Apostle

When Xue Dili woke up from the dream again, he felt the lingering impact of someone else’s memories...

He rubbed his temples, sitting dumbfounded on the bed, then looked out the window blankly like a physicist fascinated by black holes.

Am I really awake?

Just as he was about to move, those memories from someone else attacked him again — hundreds of pairs of white thighs and breasts, which then transformed into a ground of stitched body parts in the blink of an eye, becoming the materials for the Divine Descent Ceremony...

His head ached. Although Xue Dili had embraced many memories of others through dreams before, accepting this memory was incredibly difficult.

Perhaps it was because the memory was interlaced with madness amidst calmness and allure, or maybe it was pure curiosity, causing Xue Dili’s CPU in the dream realm to be unable to process it.

However, he continued to look towards Faust, who was genteelly standing at the root of the Divine Tree.

At this moment, Faust stood up, bowing like a gentleman, and calmly said, "Good morning, Apostle."

Xue Dili nodded slightly; he found it entirely impossible to equate this elegant gentleman with the Demon in the dream who arranged hundreds of young ladies’ body parts into a ritual array.

Though Xue Dili knew he had his reasons for doing so, those young ladies were ostensibly his wives, but secretly they had been conveying all kinds of intelligence to others, including how many ants were in his mansion.

Some even employed darker means, secretly transferring Faust’s assets, interests, and various resources to their own families.

To put it nicely, it was a political marriage; to put it bluntly, it was a planted spy.

If they could divert his Magic Power, they would not hesitate to have Faust’s cultivation torn apart.

But emotionally speaking, what Faust did...

At the very least, don’t make it so abstract and disgusting...

Xue Dili looked at Faust; for this madman, he had only one evaluation: a damned lunatic.

And Faust didn’t care whether he deserved to die or not. If he could destroy the world at the cost of his own life, he was willing to disembowel himself a million times over.

He was not afraid of death at all; he had nothing, having abandoned everything, thinking only of the world’s destruction.

Therefore, he was invincible. Xue Dili even felt that instead of calling himself the Self-Destructor, Faust’s approach more resembled that of a "Self-Destructor."

A Demon who only wanted to annihilate the world.

He didn’t regard human life at all, including his own; in his heart, his life, the lives of nobles, gangsters, and even harlots were all treated equally.

He was such an "invincible person."

Xue Dili couldn’t be bothered to ask him why he did such things, like turning all his "wives" into ritual materials for the Divine Descent Ceremony, and how it felt after doing such a nascent thing?

It’s meaningless. To him, his life and death weren’t worth considering at all, let alone these females sent by others who he possibly never regarded as humans.

Xue Dili could clearly realize that he didn’t get along with him, and if given the chance, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill such a person.

"Apostle, have I offended you in some way?" Faust asked, bowing gracefully.

"No, it’s just that much of what you’ve done makes me dissatisfied with you as a person," Xue Dili replied straightforwardly.

Faust’s smile froze for a moment before resuming his previous demeanor, "After you destroyed that star, you could simply kill me, or allow me to join my homeland in death."

Xue Dili fell silent, deciding to ignore him. He knew how bothersome this invincible kind of person was; they feared nothing and didn’t care about anything, now staying by Xue Dili’s side just to obliterate that entire world.

It was an act of abandoning all illusions, conceding powerlessness, leading to self-destructive behavior.

Thus, Xue Dili said he and the Twelfth Apostle, whom he deeply resented, did exactly the same thing — inviting wolves into their homes, they were traitors.

Faust’s reaction was indifferent; in order to kill an apostle, he could only become a more venomous, vile, and frantic demon than the apostles.

"By the way, my lord, here is all the known information on Mephisto I’ve compiled for you." Faust smiled as he handed the intelligence dossier to Xue Dili.

Frowning, Xue Dili scrutinized the intelligence Faust provided.

The Twelfth Apostle’s abilities largely included disguise, deception, games, Illusion Realm, and distorting reality.

This was what Faust had previously mentioned, Mephisto’s apostolic title was "The Jester."

His abilities were entirely psychological and mental, and it was under these circumstances that he fooled the Outer God, allowing him to ascend right under its nose.

In reality, Faust and Mephisto were wielders of similar abilities, and much of Mephisto’s ability development was taught by Faust, which was why Faust understood him so well.

And lastly... distorting reality...

Xue Dili pursued clarification on this ability, and after a moment of silence, Faust candidly explained, "This is my theory; I suspect that Mephisto’s core ability is this. He can turn fictitious Illusion Techniques into reality and convert false existences into real substances..."

"But even then, it’s only a hypothesis. His abilities are very eerie, and it’s easy to fall into the Illusion Techniques he creates, so you must be cautious," said Mephisto.