My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Chapter 585 - 374: Not an Apostle I Like, Just Kill Him_2

"You’re really not afraid that after I conquer your world, I’ll just go full genocide on your species?" Xue Dili probed. "You’re letting a wolf into the house—how are you any different from that student you hate the most?"

This was exactly what Xue Dili couldn’t figure out. The Twelfth Apostle had used the method of luring in an "Outer God" to make himself the ruler of the world and smoothly become the head of a comprador faction, and now that this man wanted to rebel against his own student, the plan he came up with was to drag yet another Apostle Level Outer God into this muddy water.

With that kind of operation, what difference is there between you and your student?

Xue Dili just looked at Faust coldly. He knew this gentleman understood exactly what Apostles were like. Among the entire Mist Council, if Faust had drawn any Apostle other than Xue Dili, his ending definitely wouldn’t have been much better than now.

Besides, from an outsider’s perspective, if Xue Dili acknowledged his identity as an Apostle, he would naturally become one of the most notorious villains in the whole Cosmos.

So with what attitude and purpose was this Faust inviting him?

That was the question Xue Dili most wanted answered.

But Faust didn’t start spouting a bunch of reasoning at Xue Dili, nor did he bargain over interests. He was clearly a lunatic who constantly had to suppress his own madness, yet he spoke with perfect calm: "Because a double loss is still better than a solo win..."

For a moment, even Xue Dili was taken aback by this man’s way of thinking, then he narrowed his eyes.

"That’s it?"

"That’s all, and it’s more than enough." Faust smiled. "To make a deal with you, Lord Apostle, I’ve already prepared myself for eternal damnation. To burn out like a brilliant meteor is still better than living in a world that’s proud of selling itself by the hook."

"Psycho." That was Xue Dili’s final evaluation of Faust. He was like someone with one foot already in Hell—half human, half Demon.

"Thank you for the compliment." Faust accepted Xue Dili’s "praise" with a smile. "Give me some paper and a pen. I’ll tell you most of Mephisto’s abilities, weaknesses, habits—well, you know, I’m his teacher. No one knows him better than I do."

"I even taught him all his Basic Techniques."

Xue Dili didn’t bother saying anything more to this madman. He simply controlled the Divine Tree and raised a ’Wood-Style: Three-Room-One-Hall Technique,’ then had a wooden man deliver the pen and paper he needed.

"Then thank you for your hospitality, Lord Apostle." The Mystic Scholar with the monocle said so.

And just as Xue Dili was about to leave, the World Consciousness—his "mom"—suddenly spoke to him: "Have Faust look around. Is there anything at all that was created by the Twelfth Apostle or is related to him?"

Xue Dili was a bit puzzled, but still asked the question.

Faust thought for a moment. He didn’t refuse. Instead, he quickly took out a book titled "Soya’s Book," stroked the human-skin cover, and said, "This is my Technique record. A long time ago, I lent it to him to read. I don’t know if this meets your requirements, my lord."

Xue Dili took the item, which clearly fell into the Magic-guided Book category, and handed it over to the World Consciousness. After that, "mom" didn’t respond again.

...

When he got back to the Magic Academy, the Little Witch eagerly came up to him. "So what was that dead guy doing here? What’s his goal?"

Xue Dili gave her a sideways glance. "Nothing much. Just someone inviting me over to their world to kill people."

"Uh..." Susu suddenly didn’t know how to respond. First, Xue Dili had actually stated the goal very honestly; second, she glanced up at the tens of billions floating above his head.

And she had this feeling that number was still going to keep ticking upward.

Xue Dili looked at the Little Witch and asked, "Do you want to be resurrected?"

Susu froze for a second. She was indeed in a Spirit Body state now, but basically ever since she was six, she’d been living like this. Before, she had been a free Spirit Body; now she was essentially locked inside Xue Dili’s "Divine Purification Demon Eye."

And Xue Dili’s so‑called resurrection clearly wasn’t something as simple as restoring her to exactly how she’d been before. He genuinely meant bringing her back to the appearance she’d had when she was alive.

But suddenly, she felt a bit afraid. After resurrection, would she still be allowed to just hang around here all the time without leaving?

"Do you want to go back to your hometown? There are still hundreds of thousands of people living there," Xue Dili stated his real intention. Although he couldn’t resurrect the Little Witch right this moment, it wasn’t that difficult either.

"No... don’t bother. Honestly, I think life’s pretty good right now. I wake up every day just to play on my phone, and when I’m tired I crash right away. When I’m resting I can even watch the outside world through your Divine Purification Demon Eye, bro. This kind of life is something I never even dared to imagine before..." She shook her head quickly.

As for those last hundreds of thousands of people back in her hometown...

What could she even do if she went back? She hadn’t even finished kindergarten at six—what could she do? Just go home and make the rice more expensive. With no more Evil Ghosts or Demons in her hometown, all her abilities would be completely useless. She’d be a pure, 100% social deadweight.

She even suspected that if she went back, she’d just end up eating through the hard-won grain they’d managed to grow, and everyone else would go hungry. Wouldn’t she just be going back to cause trouble?

Here was better. There was endless bread and snacks every day, her phone would show a bunch of fresh memes every time she refreshed, and when she had nothing to do she could grind mobile games while watching tokusatsu shows on the side.

Oh right, she could now play on two phones at once.

Xue Dili had no expectations whatsoever for this shut‑in girl who had fully embraced lying flat. As long as she didn’t cause trouble, she could do whatever she wanted.

After all, she was just a little illiterate girl who’d become a Witch at six. There was no point expecting too much from her. If she went back to that survivor camp, her only real "role" might be to make their rice more expensive.

The survivors over there already had it hard enough; there was no need to add to their burden.

Just as Xue Dili was about to leave the Consciousness Space, with the break between classes about to end, the Earth Consciousness suddenly sent a message.

"That Twelfth Apostle is very likely an Earth People."

Huh?

Huh!

"Nani!" Xue Dili froze on the spot, even blurting out a foreign word.

Wait, an Apostle born in some unknown star system a few hundred years ago, and "mom" was telling him this guy might be a Transmigrator from Earth?

This really did shock Xue Dili for a whole year’s worth in an instant. He immediately asked, "What happened?"

"I found notes he left behind in this book, extracted his information, and located a similar person in my database," the Earth Consciousness said directly.

"Name: Mo Fei. Male. Son of a Jinyi Guard commander of a hundred households during the Chongzhen era. Died in 1647. Soul lost... As expected. No wonder I sensed a familiar flavor and pulled him out of the void. So that’s it... That lost soul actually drifted into the void, was taken by another planet, and then successfully reincarnated?" The Earth Consciousness thought like that.

Xue Dili: "..."

So it turned out Faust didn’t show up in front of Xue Dili because his own god-descending Technique finally kicked in, but merely because he carried the Twelfth Apostle’s "scent," and "mom" sensed it and reeled him in?

He’d been confidently thinking his Technique had just taken a few hundred years to activate, letting him meet another Apostle, when in fact he only made it here because he smelled like that Mephisto guy?

Xue Dili was silent for a while and decided not to tell Faust this tragic truth.

Only then did Xue Dili really register that the Twelfth Apostle was actually a Transmigrator from Earth.

That was really... quite the "coincidence"...

Xue Dili thought so to himself, while growing curious about this Twelfth Apostle. What kind of person could not only survive transmigration, but also become the boss of a comprador faction?

Don’t tell me he joined the Tang Sect too?