The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

In particular, when he could no longer call him "teacher" at school and had to change his address to "brother," the pathetic lion grew bigger and bigger, gradually filling his entire right eye, and hissed at him like a protective kitten that had come to his territory.

I don't know why, but Fafnir had this feeling.

"It's okay, let's have dinner together." Xue Dinglu said. He basically always wore a mask at school. Although it had been more than a month since his last video, he was still popular. Taking off his mask at this time would still attract a lot of attention.

At the same time, because of the devastation caused by the first virus in history in previous years, many people have become accustomed to wearing masks. A mask like Xue's Law is not out of place anywhere; at most, you can take it off when eating.

Unbeknownst to Xue, as he and Fafnir headed to the cafeteria, resentful eyes were fixed on them from the distant laboratory and the literary society's activity room.

……

"Brother, who is she?" Su Su was still breathing out air. Although she was a bit naive, she was essentially a larger version of the Little Dragon Girl, a complete goofball.

But whether it was some strange sixth sense or not, she seemed to have radar for all other women. When she saw Fafnir, she knew that this child could not be kept and would surely cause great disaster in the future.

“My little niece, what’s wrong?” Xue Dinglu directly revealed Fafner’s identity, “The daughter of an old friend, she’s my little niece, or you can think of her as my adopted daughter, and she’s living in my house now.”

"Huh?" Su Su felt her face twitch and hurriedly asked, "Then where did your friend go? How could he just casually raise his daughter in a man's house?"

“He’s dead.” Xue Dinglu said calmly.

Even as he spoke it aloud, Xue Dinglu still felt a faint sense of loss and sadness.

My emotions have recovered somewhat, not much, but enough.

Su Su immediately fell silent. She opened her mouth, still trying to be defiant, and continued, "What about her other family members? What about her mother?"

“He’s dead too,” Xue Dinglu said calmly. “I killed him.”

Su Su fell completely silent. For some reason, after Xue Luding finished speaking, the little witch was no longer in her previous panting state. Instead, she curled up in the quilt like a caterpillar.

"Snapped!"

She slapped herself hard.

Xue Law: "..."

No, no, it can't be that bad...

The group of people on their side were all without families. Although it was hellish, Xue Dinglu had long since adapted to this situation.

Even who the parents are, what they look like...

Xue Luding had forgotten that if he didn't sweep the tombs every year and see the strange yet familiar names on the tombstones, he would have forgotten even his parents' names long ago.

When you forget something long enough, you don't actually feel sad, because his furthest childhood memory is that forest fire, and he can't remember anything from when he was younger.

Then there's no need to think about it.

"Oh, right, I also have two daughters," Xue Dinglu said directly.

"Ha!" Su Su was instantly wide awake, jumping out of bed and arching her back on the bed, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws. "Who is Mother?"

"Without a mother, one is a detached entity from the world's consciousness, and the other is a divine tree, the one planted in your hometown."

"Oh..." Su Su went back to bed and suddenly felt that although it was very abstract, she should actually be considered a fragment of Margaret, right?

In truth, I have always been a vessel for Margaret?

If Margaret is the world consciousness, then wouldn't he and his future "daughter," whom he has never met, be on the same side?

If Xue Lude knew she had this idea, he would silently nod and say, "Actually, your IQs and thought processes are on the same level."

Lunch with Fafnir went smoothly. This girl, who inherited her mother's pink hair, actually had a very distinctly foreign appearance. She didn't look like a white person; on the contrary, she looked more like a white-skinned Greek.

At the same time, in order to hide her slightly pointed ears, Fafnir grew her hair long and hid them inside, only revealing the ears she inherited from her mother after returning home.

Foreigners are very common at USTC. Even in this cafeteria, there are many foreign faces. It's not that strange. At most, people will just glance at her hair curiously and then marvel, thinking that such a young child is actually a college student.

After lunch, she returned to the library. Xue Daolu even went to the corresponding library to take a look. It was a study room on the sixth floor, which was at least half full. When Xue Daolu came to this study room, it felt like he was back in his senior year of high school.

However, Fafnir wasn't always studying. Besides the biology textbooks she borrowed, there was also a strange book on her seat called "The Domineering Teacher Falls in Love with Me," but she immediately covered it up with her "History of Biology" book out of embarrassment.

"I'm going to the library to look at some books, you continue..." Xue Dinglu decided not to disturb his little niece, so he went to the bookshelf next to him and picked up some books to read.

This also serves as an opportunity to accumulate experience for arranging libraries for magic academies in the future, and to see how libraries are arranged and organized in reality.

In fact, although Xue's Magic Academy has the same fantasy style as Old Grimm's academy on the outside, Xue's core layout is still based on USTC.

Just like the dormitory, he referenced the dormitory layout of the University of Science and Technology of China, with bunk beds and desks underneath, only changing it from a four-person room to a two-person room.

The classrooms looked just like the ones Xue was familiar with at USTC, even the desks and chairs looked similar to those at USTC.

If a student from the University of Science and Technology of China were to visit his magic academy, they would probably exclaim that it was so authentic, as if they had returned to a familiar place.

Su Su had already gone back to bed. She actually really liked the dormitory. She felt that living in the dormitory and being able to attend classes from Xue's perspective every day made her feel like a college student herself, attending classes.

Doing this made her feel as if she herself had been exposed to knowledge, even though she only listened occasionally when Xue Daolu was teaching, and most of the time she was holding the Apple phone that Xue Daolu had given her and lovingly fiddling with it.

"You don't seem to rule the world, Your Excellency," suddenly said another voice residing within him.

This is the voice of Faust.

"Why should I rule the world?" Xue Daolu asked the somewhat eccentric mystic in return.

Xue's impression of Faust was neither good nor bad. He was the kind of madman who wanted to destroy the old society in the darkest of times. As for what the new society would be like, whether it would be better or worse, he didn't care, nor was he qualified to care.

All he wanted to do was completely destroy the distorted world created by the 12th Apostle.

"Because, isn't it precisely because the apostles want to rule the world that they can continuously acquire a population?" Faust voiced his doubts.

He had actually been spying all along, even knowing the conversation with the little witch. He had been silently observing the world from his own perspective, and in doing so, he was also observing this...

A vibrant school...

He was once a teacher, a teacher at the Magic Academy, and taught countless students, many of whom later became highly sought-after mystics on the continent. He also taught the 12th Apostle.

Therefore, he is particularly able to see the state of society from a school. And clearly, from Xue's perspective, the world is not under his control; rather, he seems to be just one of the masses.

A person who is no different from anyone else.

Although it's hard to say whether Xue Lude can still be considered a "person" in essence and biological form, he is still playing the role of an ordinary person, someone without privileges, just someone who is studying at this university.

Faust suddenly felt a sense of novelty. He was certain that Xue's Law was an apostle, and that the enormous divine tree couldn't be faked. However, he didn't possess the same...greed he had known about the apostles...

Even after becoming an apostle, he lived an ordinary life, leading a simple and unremarkable existence in this bustling world.

"Don't you even think about unifying the world, resolving all conflicts, and creating your ideal world?" Faust asked.

"Why would I do this?" Xue Dinglu was puzzled.

Faust was speechless. He looked at the students taking a nap in the library through Xue's gaze.

It's perfectly normal to take a nap in the library because it's air-conditioned. Even though it's autumn now, and the temperature is so high that you need a jacket, the library's air conditioning is still on.

After all, why not take advantage of the school's benefits?

This sense of languor and tranquility was something Faust could never have imagined.

He was born in an era similar to the Renaissance, an era in which the upper class was decadent and the lower class was numb and distorted.

After the 12th Apostle came to power, the upper class became completely subservient to the Apostle, while the lower class was entirely composed of gangsters, underground organizations, and all sorts of prostitutes who sold their bodies.

The world has not gotten better; it has gotten worse.

It might even look worse.

He hadn't experienced that tranquil feeling of falling asleep in the library in the afternoon for a long time, and even seeing this scene made him feel a little nostalgic.

He felt a certain nostalgia for the Renaissance era, a time when the world was far behind, yet life still held hope. People lived with purpose and purpose, not merely...

They were livestock that lived only as nourishment for that tree.

Mephisto outwardly appeared divine and noble, yet inwardly he compromised with the old aristocracy, and together with them, he exploited the lowest strata of society, turning them into a territory of gangs, prostitutes, and... corpses and chaos.

So he can't see the future because it's been taken away from him, taken away by the student he was once most proud of, and will never appear before him again. He can't see the future, he can't see the road ahead.

His eyes had been blinded by darkness.

and so……

Is this kind of world really right?

This is a question I, as one of the biggest beneficiaries of that great transformation, am asking myself.

He rose from a mystical teacher to a near-level 5, which is equivalent to a demigod-level superhuman.

He also became the nominal leader of that world. In the organization called "Symphony Society" established by his students, he was second only to Mephisto, truly holding a position second only to one person and above all others in the world.

But why should I betray my own class? Shouldn't I be ruling everyone alongside Mephisto?

Faust thought this way, perhaps it was just a thought that came to him when he saw a girl with a high talent for the occult who was unwilling to become a prostitute in a nightclub controlled by the mafia.

Is this world right?

Yes, that's how dark it really is. The mystical nobles who possess ancient knowledge indulge in pleasure, while the mystical gangs who control the lower classes are ruthless and cruel.

The boys became their laborers, and the girls became prostitutes and their playthings.

The descendants of nobles are nobles, the descendants of gangsters are gangsters, and the descendants of prostitutes... are still prostitutes...

When he saw the girl again, who should have become a mystic, she had become the madam of the nightclub and was promoting her daughter, who was the top courtesan in the nightclub's red-light district.

Faust silently gazed at the girl he had initially favored. He felt as if something had been taken away from him, stolen from him—perhaps, his humanity…

Therefore, at the meeting he demanded that the authorities begin to take control of the lower classes and abolish the current distorted system.

And the answer he received was...

"That won't do, sir. That's too extreme and will cause social unrest."

Everyone reacted in this way. He looked at his student, the 12th Apostle, who remained silent and did not stand on his side, which implied that he shared the same opinion.

Really are……

Faust closed his eyes; he had no intention of continuing the argument.

It's hopeless...

But it felt as if something else was breaking inside my heart. Perhaps it was my last thought of Mephisto, or perhaps it was the demon lurking in my heart breaking free.

right?

That's not right!

Wake up, Faust! We're going to burn this world to ashes!

The demon in his heart, the demon called "Faust," reached out his hand to him.

Chapter 379 This is too extreme

Faust silently gazed at the demon within his heart. This time, he didn't reply, but simply said, "There are other ways, like Mephisto often said, a roundabout way to save the world..."

“Even if I can’t do it now, there must be some way to improve their living conditions…” Faust rejected the devil.

The demon in his heart didn't speak, but grinned and laughed maniacally at this "ruler" who was second only to the emperor and above all others, mocking this guy who held the second seat in the Praise Society.

Thus began Faust's journey of observing the world.

He first discovered that the chaos and death at the bottom were due to the proliferation of gangs. When order is lost at the bottom, there must be an organization to fill the void, so gangs came into being.

Thousands upon thousands of gangsters constitute the lowest level of order in the world. They are all trash, drug addicts, partying, and relentlessly beating and abusing prostitutes who are even lower than themselves...

These gangs range in size from a few people to tens of thousands, resembling a dynasty.

These people have their hands in every place, even in filthy places like managing toilets.

Faust then began to wonder what the purpose of this gang's existence was.

Is it that even after the prostitutes die, they can still scrape a layer of oil off their corpses? Or is it that in the factories they run, children as young as 3 years old are made boiler operators and work more than 20 hours a day, while they watch helplessly as their children fall into the boilers and burn to death?

Therefore, for the second time, he proposed a plan to crack down on gangs, recruiting law enforcement officers and a special government to manage the secular grassroots from among the peripheral members of the Yongzan Society.

At the very least, provide basic order to the underprivileged.

"That won't do, sir, that's too extreme! There are too many gang members, we can't kill them all, there will be another batch after we kill one, it's endless."

"Yes, sir, and it needs to cover the entire grassroots level of order. If that's not possible, this plan is too extreme."

Everyone objected to his plan again, and Faust silently watched the vote, finding that he was the only one who supported the proposal.

He glanced at his student; Mephisto had abstained, or rather, he never cared about such things.

Faust wanted to say that he alone was enough to wipe out the entire world's gangs.

Given time, this near-5th rank cultivator could set up a "Heavenly Eye Technique" that spans the entire world, monitoring all those at the bottom.