The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

“Disaster medicine,” Xue Dinglu said.

"Um... Doctor?" Su Su asked in confusion.

"Ah."

"You're amazing, bro! I've never seen a doctor with hundreds of billions of patients. You're one of them!" Su Su gave him a thumbs up.

Xue Dinglu thought for a moment and realized that the last doctor named "Maxim" probably had at least a few million patients, if not a hundred million.

Even while chatting with Su Su, Xue Dinglu listened attentively to the lesson and reviewed the follow-up emergency measures to avoid repeating the mistake he made when saving Howard.

She was clearly going to save him, but she never expected that dragging him ashore would actually kill him.

Even after class ended, the little witch was still chattering away in Xue's ear.

The girl remained dazed, staring at the classroom as if reluctant to leave, until Xue left.

"What's wrong?" Xue asked.

"It's nothing. I was just thinking that if I hadn't become a shrine maiden, would I still be a college girl lazing around on campus every day..." Su Su seemed a little sad, her face filled with memories of the past and tears welling up in her eyes.

"So this is what reading feels like..."

"You've never been to school? You never even went to kindergarten?" Xue Dinglu asked.

"No... I've been locked up at home since I can remember, and then I signed a contract and became a shrine maiden." Su Su looked at the students buying drinks in the corridor during the break between classes, the couples cuddling together, or the seniors memorizing vocabulary to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam, and her eyes revealed a pure longing.

“I used to often watch the children who came to my shrine to pray for blessings. The vast majority of them came to pray for peace and safety, but many also came to pray for success in their exams. They complained about how tiring studying was and how difficult it was for them…”

"At that time, I would hide underground and secretly envy, wow, why do some people hate reading? I want to read but I don't have the chance."

"If it weren't for the demons, I might really be living the same life as them," Su Su said, seemingly with a hint of envy.

"Come on, you can't get such a high score." Xue Dinglu directly exposed him, "With your level, you'll probably drop out before finishing junior high school, and then either work in a bubble tea shop or become a sex worker."

Su Su: "..."

She gripped her phone tightly, as if she wanted to smash it over Xue Dalu's head if he were around.

"You're only seeing things through a fog. If you actually had to study, you'd probably be dying inside," Xue Dinglu commented, immediately recognizing him as someone who had never experienced the hardships of studying and was just making empty pronouncements.

"When you're 12, just the age when you're starting to experience romantic feelings, and you're thrown into a top-tier junior high school, you'll have 14 hours of classes every day, getting up before 5 a.m. and finishing school at 10 p.m., with only half a day off each month and an extra half day off on holidays. When the first thing you feel when you wake up every day is like countless helicopters elbowing your temples, you won't envy others for studying anymore," Xue Dinglu commented.

"How about it? Envious? I've been doing this for 6 years. In those 6 years, I basically lie down to catch up on sleep whenever I have a spare moment. Except for not being as crazy as elite education schools like Peninsula and America, where I take hormones and stay up all night doing exercises, I feel like I've already suffered the most from studying." Lao Xue rolled his dead fish eyes and looked at the little witch like this.

Su Su: "..."

"Isn't studying just about messing around with classmates in class and then flirting with your crush after class...?" Su Su replied to Xue Dinglu's question that silenced him.

Xue Daolu rolled her eyes again, seemingly oblivious to which dimension's classroom she was watching.

Even in university, it's quite stressful to graduate without failing any courses. Actually, there are evening self-study sessions for freshmen at USTC, but Xue's Law didn't attend.

Just as Xue Law was still ruthlessly shattering the little witch's supposedly perfect school-going filter, the countdown on the system panel in the school playground within the consciousness space went straight to zero.

Xue Dinglu then realized that today was the day the new passengers were arriving, so he couldn't care less about elbowing the little witch's dream of going to school and hurried to see who the new and old passengers were.

Upon arriving at the center of the campus, Xue Dinglu saw a "gentleman" in classic Victorian style.

He was dressed in an elegant and proper suit, wearing a gentleman's hat, and his ornate cane tapped lightly on the ground. He seemed to perfectly fit the stereotypical image of a gentleman in Xue's Law, and there was even a feeling that I had seen this guy in some illustration in a textbook.

The man wore pure white gloves, and a monocle was firmly set in his deep-set eye socket. When he looked at Xue Dinglu, he gave a very elegant bow, the gold chain of the monocle swaying in the air, and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency the Great Apostle."

“You may call me Faust, just a teacher who longs for a peaceful life.”

Chapter 375 The Twelfth Apostle?

Xue Luding's pupils contracted slightly as he silently glanced at the man who had addressed him as an apostle from the very beginning.

Despite his impeccable manners, the man possessed an inherent arrogance, and his gaze towards Xue Dinglu was still full of smiles.

He didn't know if this person was bluffing or if they genuinely knew his identity.

"One teacher? I don't think one teacher can achieve a mythical level," Xue said.

The man opposite, wearing a monocle, continued to smile without making any comment.

The first person to arrive was a rather difficult fellow to get along with... Xue Dinglu thought to himself.

Although he had prepared himself for the fact that not everyone who came would be easy to talk to, for the first time, Xue Dinglu met a character who seemed fine on the surface, but who gave him a vague chill.

"So, you don't deny your identity?" he said with a smile, then very elegantly removed his top hat again, solemnly performed the curtsy once more, and then said with a smile,

"I'm very sorry, Apostle, it seems I need to properly introduce myself. My name is Faust, a teacher who instructs in 'occult rituals,' and also a..." He smiled, his lips parting in a wide grin, his arms outstretched as if to embrace the sun.

"The apostles' family!"

He was looking in the direction of the towering divine tree behind the magic academy. He was laughing wildly, like a child laughing madly, laughing with unbridled arrogance.

At that moment, Xue Dinglu's pupils contracted as he looked at the laughing visitor, sensing that he was receiving more and more warnings.

A very dangerous madman.

This was Xue's first impression of the man who called himself "Faust".

……

"Brother, who is that man who keeps staring at the sacred tree and laughing maniacally? How did he suddenly appear here? Speaking of which, isn't this your inner space? I remember only the dead can come here, right?" The little witch looked at the man laughing maniacally at the sacred tree in the distance with an expression as if he were an idiot.

“That’s an idiot, a very dangerous one. You should stay as far away from him as possible,” Xue Dinglu said, glancing at the man in the distance. He added, “He should be dead, and dead for many years. He probably died a very gruesome death.”

"How bad is it?" the little witch complained. "Can anyone be worse off than me?"

"It's like being sealed away by an enemy in a dark and sunless place, and then suffering mental torment for hundreds of years until your life force is exhausted and you die." Xue's law seems to be able to roughly sense part of the visitor's memories without relying on dreams.

However, when he tried to look into Faust's memories, he felt as if he had been locked in a dark room, with no sound, no light, and nothing to interact with.

He was locked in that small, dark room for an unknown period of time until he died.

“He’s in a worse state, no wonder he’s a bit crazy…” the little witch complained, while retreating behind Xue Luding. “Speaking of which, what grudge did his enemy hold against him that they would kill him in such an extreme way?”

"I don't know, but he claimed to be a member of the apostles' family, so it's probably one of the apostles who did it," Xue Dinglu came up with a conjecture.

But would an apostle really treat one of his own family members in this way?

Xue Dinglu was unable to obtain any more information. Even when he tried to explore Xue's memories, all he got were images of being imprisoned in a dark room for a long time with nothing there.

"Stay away from him for now. I'll set a restriction to prevent him from entering the magic academy. You should go back to your dorm and stay in bed," Xue Dinglu instructed.

“Oh…” Su Su replied.

After his outburst, the man seemed to want to see the sacred tree, so he left the academy and headed in the direction of the tree.

Xue Dinglu was happy for him to do so and followed him all the way.

Xue's consciousness space is currently very large; he hasn't even explored its boundaries yet.

The center of the consciousness space is naturally the magic academy, and behind the magic academy is a huge hillside, on which is a large tree with a diameter of nearly one kilometer.

The towering tree blocked out the sun, making those inside the magic academy feel as if the academy were built beneath a towering cliff.

But that wasn't a cliff; it was just the base of a giant tree.

This is a sacred tree sealed beneath Boston, buried deep underground since it was brought there by a meteorite during the Cretaceous period.

At this moment, Faust gradually arrived at the foot of the divine tree. He looked excitedly at the tree that blocked out the sky and exclaimed, "What a magnificent creation! I really can't believe that anyone could cultivate the divine tree to such a height that it blocks out the sky."

"Compared to you, that apostle who is cruel internally and compromises externally, yet claims to be acting for the world and for justice, is utterly laughable..."

"Hahaha, I see! Actually, my spell has already succeeded! It's just that it took a hundred years to take effect!"

Faust kept uttering words that Xue's law couldn't understand, like the ramblings of a madman, or like a truth-seeker who, upon seeing this 60 million-year-old sacred tree, witnessed the truth he longed to see.

“I’m very interested in the apostle you mentioned.” Beside Xue Ludao, a table and stool sprouted from tree roots. Xue Ludao gestured for Faust to sit down, then said, “Would you be interested in telling me your story?”

“It is my honor, Your Excellency.” Faust seemed to have regained his elegance. The speed at which he seamlessly switched from a madman to an elegant gentleman left even Xue Dinglu speechless.

A tree-man steward, who had grown from tree roots, poured Faust a cup of tea. Faust took a sip with great elegance and a look of rapture on his face. “Just as I said before, I am an apostle’s servant and a professor at the Academy of Mystic Arts, a nobody who longs for a peaceful life.”

“I was just a professor, not an apostle’s family. I was just living my own life, working nine to five, going back and forth between two points. I wanted to understand the rituals of the world and leave my name in the world. That was my pursuit.”

"So at that time, I met a student who changed my life," he said.

"Oh?" Xue Dinglu chimed in at the opportune moment.

"He was a genius, no, he could no longer be called a genius, but a child whose talent would make even the gods jealous. I never thought there was such a talented person in the world, so I took him as my disciple and taught him all the rituals I knew. I could already imagine the birth of a mystical genius that would shock the world."

"As I expected, he learned everything I had learned in a very short time, and was able to apply what he learned to my original rituals to develop a new one called 'Divine Descent'. At the time, I really thought he would be a student who could inherit everything from me, and at the same time, a child who could help my academic theories reach their peak."

"I still remember that child's talent; it was so good that it made me jealous." He smiled and took another sip of tea.

"So, that child became an apostle?" Xue asked rhetorically.

“Yes, he became an apostle, the 12th apostle—the Jester!” The gentlemanly man grinned, revealing his clean white teeth, until his mouth seemed to stretch all the way to his ears.

“One who sold the whole world to another apostle,” the man laughed.

Xue frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

He really didn't have much interaction with the 12th apostle.

Although this guy's seat was right across from his, Xue Dinglu had basically never interacted with him and didn't even know what he was.

The guys in the current Mist Council don't actually know much about Xue's Law.

The Fourth Apostle, a woman who hides behind the scenes and enjoys manipulating other races.

The Sixth Apostle, the Zerg Queen, is a being who follows the most primal cycle of reproduction and devouring.

The Ninth Apostle, a squid-man whose origins are unknown.

The Tenth Apostle, a woman who revealed her authority as "love".

The eleventh apostle is a hot-tempered guy who is probably a battle maniac.

This was the information Xue Dinglu had gathered about the other apostles, and now, he had learned about an apostle he had previously had virtually no contact with from another person.

Xue Lude began to recall the characteristics of the 12th Apostle, and then he was horrified to discover that the guy's characteristic was that he had no characteristics.

All that is known is that he is a male human, and nothing else. Even if Xue Law does not know the other apostles, he can guess a lot of things based on their characteristics.

However, Xue Daolu could not recall any meaningful characteristics of this apostle who had entered the Mist Council just before him.

He was like that student in the class who always had average grades—average in academics, average in appearance, average in background, and average in personality…

At that moment, Xue Dinglu frowned: "What does he mean by 'selling his world'?"

Faust took a sip of tea, looked at Xue Dinglu, and said, "He is not a true apostle, but a guy who successfully 'became a god' by packaging his own world and sending it to another apostle, thereby intercepting a fruit on the way out."

Xue Dinglu nodded as well. He also referred to what this person called becoming a god, which corresponded to his own level 5.

For most of the world, the distinctions between realms are not as fine as Xue's Law.

Unlike Xue's Law, this one was successfully divided by the Great Sage according to the previous classification, and then into the 0-5 order sequence that he is now familiar with.

In most parts of the world, the world is simply divided into ordinary people, extraordinary beings, demigods, and true gods.

Ordinary people are at level 0, extraordinary people include all categories from elite to mythical, demigods are at level 5, and true gods are at level 5.

In fact, many would further subdivide the "extraordinary" category, with the simplest being low, medium, and high, all the way up to demigod.

Some have their own names, such as in the world of behemoths, where those of rank 3 and above are called "monarchs," which is the same principle.

However, the Great Sage will automatically parse their statements and be able to directly convert the corresponding classification into the classification system that Schrödinger's Law is most familiar with.

At this point, Xue Dinglu also understood the situation in their world.

It was a world of compradors; Xue's only thought of the word "comprador" was that.

A world where people are sold out by their own "true god" and thus struggle to survive.

His own true god sold everything on the planet to another apostle, and he became the planet's comprador god, neglecting internal affairs and letting the world develop as it pleased. Externally, he seemed to always be the other apostle's follower.

This operation really baffled Xue's Law.

Through Faust's perspective on the 12th apostle, Xue's law formed some vague impressions in his mind.

He began modeling the 12th Apostle, and then, as he profiled the character, Xue's brow furrowed more and more.

……

“After completing the descent of the gods, he made a pact with an Outer God, who is the source of all the calamities,” Faust continued.

“Hmm.” Xue Dinglu continued to construct the character image of the 12th Apostle.

A smart, willing-to-sacrifice young man with a strong desire to explore the world.