The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

This is why the Mist Council goes to various civilized societies to plant trees. Uncivilized societies simply cannot produce good fruit; they may only produce some inferior fruit with little value, or they may not produce any fruit at all, and they may even be beaten up by the world consciousness.

The entire structure of this world was created to support the divine tree.

Similarly, the policies proposed by the world's nobles are based on this standard: degenerates can only receive one-third of the subsidy, while orcs receive no subsidy at all and may even be hunted down.

Xue Dinglu saw the hunting team, a half-orc holding a dead baby in its arms in the alley. It looked like a hairless baboon, somewhat similar to the "ghost demon" monster, the human ancestor in this world.

"Another orc. How come there are so many orcs in that factory?" the hunters said, looking at the dead orc.

"Who knows? But the rumor is that they used banned veterinary drugs, which is why the ratio of half-orcs to degenerates has increased. Oh well, we can't control that anyway." The hunting team member said as he burned the corpses.

They would still reluctantly collect the corpses of degenerated humans, but orcs have completely lost their value for recycling.

"It's said that she wasn't originally a half-orc, but a degenerate human mother who gave birth to 57 children. Apparently, one of her children has the potential to become a magician and is currently studying at a magic academy." After burning the corpse, the members of the hunting party talked about what they had seen and heard.

"Honestly, the lowly people below are messing around, causing the quality of children to get worse and worse, and there's also an overabundance of veterinary drugs. Which noble family is so idle that they're selling this stuff to the breeding factories below?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. We can't control this. Don't worry about it."

The two members of the hunting team left, and Xue Dinglu, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally emerged.

"A birth factory?" Just hearing the name, Xue Daolu probably already knew what this place was.

This is where people from the lower classes work, and their way of working is...

Childbirth...

The boss provides accommodation and food, and people work to support childbirth, but the boss takes the lion's share of the childbirth subsidies, and only a small portion ends up in the hands of the mothers who are working.

This small subsidy is their means of survival after they grow old and can no longer have children.

However, it seems that before these people from the lower classes can move on, the most important thing they should consider is how to avoid reverting to their ancestral, half-human, half-beast nature.

Xue Dinglu once again hid in the shadows, and he went to the birthing factory.

It was the same place he had imagined, but even worse. Everyone here was like a chicken in a coop, with their bellies swollen and their lower bodies exposed in a specific room.

Specialized personnel will deliver the babies, and the babies will be categorized into degenerate humans, ordinary humans, and the extremely rare magicians.

As for those who were born as half-orcs, they were killed on the spot.

People who have just given birth will receive large doses of veterinary drugs, including nine types of veterinary drugs and an oral medication, in order to help their bodies recover more quickly.

Perhaps the cycle can begin again just the day after giving birth.

Xue Dinglu closed his eyes. He suddenly understood the girl who sold her body for gold coins and wanted to continue studying at the magic academy.

Compared to the factories here, studying at a magic academy in the sunny noble district is such a pleasant life. They can even have their own hobbies, their own private dormitories, and dream of signing long-term contracts with the young masters of noble families, becoming their maids or nannies.

Furthermore, once you become a formal magician, you can be assigned a double dormitory room, and even start earning money without having children, thus beginning a brand new life.

"You magic apprentices, hurry up and finish your work today," said the person who seemed to be the overseer.

"Can we have fewer degenerates today? I can't stand the smell of them," complained a guy who seemed to be a male magic apprentice at the academy.

"Hurry up and get to work, there are more than 30 people waiting today."

Xue Dinglu looked over and indeed saw that they were commoner mage apprentices from the bottom level of the magic academy.

He had some suspicions at the time: if girls could sell their bodies to earn gold coins to pay for tuition, what about male magic apprentices?

Now we can see from Xue's Law the way they work.

……

He closed his eyes and silently recorded this experience in the book.

Right, everything is right.

Why would nobles establish this unreasonable magic academy in the most valuable location? Why would a noble academy allow a large number of pregnant, morally questionable commoner magicians to study there?

In fact, their tuition fees are shockingly expensive, outrageously expensive.

This is simply to squeeze out even the last drop of remaining value.

In order to earn tuition fees, the poor, ordinary magic apprentices must do everything they can to make money so that they can escape that cesspool of poverty.

So girls sold their reproductive rights to nobles, while boys sold their seeds in low-level factories.

These things can significantly improve the process of human degeneration throughout the world, reduce the rate of degenerated people, and give the sacred tree more spirituality.

Right, everything is right.

It truly is an absurd yet perfectly logical world.

If you don't have money, what kind of magic can you learn?

If you have no money, you either wallow in the cesspool or you fight tooth and nail to climb up, selling everything of your value to gain the resources and strength to do so.

Once I become a formal magician, everything will be alright. At that time, I will only be surrounded by gods, nobles, and other magicians. Who would know that I was once someone who had to swim like a butterfly in a cesspool to get ashore?

Once we get ashore, everything will be alright.

Is this the world truly ruled by the apostles?

In this light, the dragons and the Tyrannosaurus God can actually be considered human beings. The world they rule can be considered anthropomorphic. At the very least, they support the lower classes and teach them some emo and depressing stories and culture.

No wonder most dragons became depressed from this tree-planting lifestyle and had many suicidal impulses. They only gave up suicide under the influence of the dragon ancestors' promise of returning home, but all of them had an obsessive longing to return home.

……

"No, no! Let me go! Do you know my family?!" Suddenly, the girl's sharp and terrifying voice rang out from afar, and then her mouth was immediately covered.

"Hey, we've caught a weak female mage with no real ability. She's a perfect breeding ground. We can make a fortune from her," someone said.

"She didn't say she came from any particular family..."

"Hey, family, my foot! Would real noble female mages from families hang around in this low-level area? They probably just got lucky and became apprentices at the magic academy, but we caught them today, so they're the perfect magical nurtures."

"Anyway, once the face is slashed, the tongue is cut off, and the person takes dozens of veterinary drugs, naturally no one will be able to recognize them."

"Waaaaah..." The female mage struggled violently, but could only whimper.

The two thugs had absolutely no interest in the beautiful and lovely female mage; all they cared about was the pure pursuit of profit.

"The longer we wait, the more things might go wrong. Let's hand this over to the boss first; we'll get at least a few hundred gold coins." Just as they were about to leave the lounge and hand the female mage over to the boss...

Xue Dinglu suddenly emerged from the shadows as if teleporting, and the two were instantly sucked into the consciousness space, their fate unknown.

Seeing the person in the cage, who turned out to be Lan Lin'er, the daughter of the Mind Flayer, was quite an interesting encounter.

When the dirty rag was pulled out of her mouth, she immediately gagged and cried incessantly.

Today, she witnessed the most hellish world she had ever seen in her life—a birthing factory, a picture of hell. Any one of these things could pierce her nerves and shatter her worldview. How could she have ever seen such hell before?

However, just as she was about to become a part of this factory like the other mothers, Xue Daolu suddenly saved her as if an angel had descended.

Then he handed himself a strange long halberd weapon and said.

"Wake up, magician! Let's burn this place to ashes!"

Chapter 271 Isn't charm a stat used for giving speeches?

In fact, Xue Law once had the idea of ​​grabbing this child and refining him in an instant.

He didn't consider himself a good person in the traditional sense. Whether it was the Great Sage, the Old Ghost, or Odysseus, they all taught him to use despicable means and traps to achieve his goals, including but not limited to poisoning, sneak attacks, ambushes, and using the enemy's family members.

It's even possible that many innocent people were killed in the process of achieving their goal. If someone could see the number of people the other party killed, then Xue's law would probably have hundreds of millions or even billions of people on his head.

If judged by human laws, he should be hanged.

Therefore, he was very self-aware, realizing that he was actually more like a despicable schemer. Although the outcome was good, no matter how much he tried to cover it up, it was still the truth.

In the Ultraman universe, he would at most be an anti-hero, or a gray character who straddles the line between good and evil. He could never become light; at most, he could only be a cosmic demon.

Therefore, he believed that he was only suitable to cooperate with the Starfleet, rather than join it, because many of his practices and methods might not be in line with the values ​​of the Starfleet members.

But even a despicable schemer like himself can distinguish what is truly disgusting evil.

The Frost Signal Halberd was handed to Lan Lin'er, and Xue Dinglu said, "I want to see this real world with my own eyes, so are you willing to join me in burning all of this to ashes?"

The moonlight shone on Xue Dinglu, casting his long shadow on the ground, while Lan Lin'er squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the figure in the moonlight.

"I...why is this place such a hell? I don't understand, why?" she asked Xue Dinglu, stunned.

"Hell? But what you consider hell is someone else's life."

Lan Lin'er's pupils constricted, her mouth agape, unsure of what to say. She saw everything inside the factory: humans were being processed like livestock on a birthing assembly line, and male mage apprentices were being bred one after another like on an assembly line.

There is no love, no hope, no future or light here; there is only absurdity and distortion born of endless despair, like hell itself.

This made her, who was still looking forward to a beautiful love and longing for a happy future, feel as if her personality had been distorted, her values ​​had been shattered, and her thinking had been alienated. She didn't know what to do or what she should do.

"Why, it shouldn't be like this, why?" she asked, clutching her head in anguish.

Xue Dinglu simply said calmly, "I won't teach you how to do anything, but I will go to see the true face of this world, to see the slums of the capital, to see those degenerate people struggling to survive; to go to the northern border, to see the border guards fighting against monsters, the blood staining the snowfield red, a beauty that is desolate."

"And then there are the swamps in the west, the forests in the south, and the sea in the east, where people struggle to survive. How do they manage to live? This world is not just about the capital city, nor is it just about magic academies."

Xue's words reached her ears. She was not a girl who liked the lower class. She had been pampered by her family since childhood, and even in the lower realm, she was worshipped by countless gods. She had never seen what the lower class looked like.

She never even needed to fight on her own.

But this time, she descended to the mortal realm, changed her identity, and came here, only to see a world completely different from before.

Is this really how the world should be?

"The world shouldn't be like this," came Xue Dinglu's words.

Whether it was the allure that worked or the increased persuasiveness of Xue's charm judgment, these words seemed to enter her mind like a demonic whisper. She immediately understood her mission, her mission in descending to the mortal realm, and the mission that this "goddess" was to fulfill.

As if guided by some unseen force, the Frost Signal Halberd stood before her. Lan Lin'er reached out and silently grasped the treasure that exuded a chilling aura.

The next moment, the Noble Phantasm unleashed a powerful reaction, and the light converged into a skull under the moonlight.

"What do you want to do with my power?"

"I want the power to change the world! At the very least, to change this hell, even just a little bit."

The Frost Signal Halberd flashed with a cold light, and the silver skull laughed, saying, "Interesting, then use my power for now!"

"The contract is established!"

The moment the Frost Signal Halberd was held in her hand, as if a magical girl were transforming, a set of icy full-body armor with a skeletal texture appeared on her body, adding a touch of heroism to her originally delicate and cute appearance.

"This is my power. Please use it wisely. If you break the contract, you will lose your magical girl powers," said the Frost Signal Halberd.

"Then you'd better watch carefully." Under the moonlight, she walked into the factory.

He smiled because Xue Dinglu suddenly discovered that this child had a trace of the world's blessing. Although it was not much, it proved that his original guess was that the protagonist and hero chosen by the world to save Him was actually the daughter of the Mind Flayer.

wonderful!

The hero's daughter and the demon king's father, and goodbye to my cowardice.

Xue Luding's lips curled slightly, and he was wearing a white robe. Here, he would also collect the suffering of this world and bear the pain of the world for everyone.

Then, he poured all this suffering into the Frost Signal Halberd.

"Actually, I suddenly realized the true purpose of my charm-boosting buff." He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps he was used to having an old man inside him keeping him company, even though there was no one inside him now.

"The blessing that Alaye gave me to increase my charm is actually used for public speaking and persuading others." Xue Dinglu looked at this world and joked, "It's just a pity that this theocracy doesn't even have a tavern."

"That's true. Most boys are hung in trees right after they're born, so what need is there for a tavern?"

……

The following day, news of the destruction of a birthing factory became the hottest topic in the capital city in recent years.

The factory was destroyed, but all the ordinary people inside were knocked unconscious, and when they woke up, they all said they didn't remember anything.

What shocked everyone even more was that many of the original degenerated humans had returned to normal, and the physical deformities caused by the veterinary drugs had also been restored.

The people of the capital city all believed that this was a blessing from the gods.

Only the divine families who had actually come into contact with the God-King began to wonder and sent people to investigate what was going on here.

This news overshadowed the appearance of a magician in the slums who could cure all diseases, and who, in just one night, transformed most of the degenerated people in the slums back into normal humans.

However, these divine nobles were completely unaware of this, because they had never previously compiled statistics on the proportion of degenerate people in the slums.

On this day, the entire capital was extremely lively. The once desolate and stagnant theocracy seemed to have finally come alive, and everyone came to check what was going on.

In this environment, a carriage slowly drove out of the north gate of the capital.

"Yes... no, Xerides, where are we headed next?" Lan Lin'er asked from across the carriage.