The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

Whenever murder, injury, or abuse occurs, the Heavenly Eye will immediately unleash divine punishment.

If given enough time, he could wipe out all the gangs in the world, create a peaceful and prosperous world, and just keep killing!

However, he was like a toothless tiger; whenever he wanted to make a move, everyone else would stand in his way.

Okay, then I'll continue revising the plan...

He continued his investigation into the gangs and discovered that they were all orchestrated by nobles.

There are no gangs; these gangs are merely a microcosm of the proxy wars waged by the mystical aristocracy.

On the surface, all the nobles were amicable, but in secret, they all cultivated their own henchmen, turning them into gangs, and thus began a centuries-long proxy war and territorial struggle in the shadows.

This is their game: coldly watching the gangsters devour the smaller ones and keeping them firmly under their control.

To solve the problem of prostitutes, we must deal with this gang; and to deal with this gang, we must deal with the enormous mystical nobles behind them.

At the third meeting of the Praise Society, he proposed a plan to target the mystical aristocracy, to eliminate their henchmen, to turn the mystical aristocracy into toothless tigers, and to make the noble titles unable to be directly inherited, with any nobleman's title being demoted by one rank when it was passed down to his descendants.

This time, however, the opposition was even more hysterical than before, with everyone using every means to prevent the plan from coming to fruition.

Faust's plan failed once again, and he was unwilling to give up. He secretly kidnapped the heads of noble families and used the most violent soul-searching technique to see their memories.

Faust then saw that behind every nobleman were the figures of his fellow members of the Praise Society, who, along with him, governed the world...

He laughed, he laughed heartily.

The demon in my heart laughed too, as if mocking me.

He stood before his student, the 12th Apostle, the ruler of the world, the one who could single-handedly elevate an ordinary person to near-5th rank and kill all gangsters and nobles with a single hand.

He wants to reform this world, a world that is sick, even worse than it was before the great changes.

“Teacher, you’re going a bit too far.” That was Mephisto’s only response. “The plans you’ve proposed are all too radical.”

……

When Faust returned to the mortal world for the last time, he came back to the school he once knew, but it had long since become part of the red-light district.

A nightclub that has stood for a century. When Faust saw his former school turned into a red-light district, he smiled, but for some reason, his eyes were filled with deep sorrow.

"Sir, would you like to come in and have some fun? Our shop has the most beautiful courtesan in the entire red-light district," the streetwalker eagerly recommended.

Faust's cloudy eyes looked at the madam. She was very old, but one could still see the charm she had in her youth, as well as a hint of familiarity in her features.

"Do you know Lilith?" Faust asked the madam, the name of a very talented student he remembered. However, before she could become another of his students, she was kidnapped. By the time Faust found out, her daughter had already become the most sought-after courtesan there.

The madam was somewhat taken aback and asked, "Do you know my mother?"

Faust fell silent for a moment, then smiled, his lips curving upwards. He was smiling at the old and frail madam, his lips forming the widest arc of his life, but his eyes held only sorrow and pain.

"My lord, would you like any special services?" The innkeeper tentatively approached Faust. "Lia is my daughter, and also the most beautiful courtesan here. We can serve you both, but I only hope that you will take Lia in as your maid because you know my mother..."

Upon seeing the response from his old friend's daughter, Faust gave a pained and bewildered smile.

He walked into the nightclub he had previously looked down upon, and met the top courtesan, as well as the madam, who was now heavily made up and preparing to accompany him...

Twisted, struggling, numb, indulgent...

The demon within him seemed to have completely torn away all his pretense; he laughed, a sinister laugh…

Since I can't change this place, I'll destroy it. Destroy this disgusting world...

Burn this place to ashes!

……

"Did I fall asleep?" Xue Dinglu got up from his seat in the library, somewhat puzzled that he had actually fallen asleep while holding a book in the library.

Furthermore, he seemed to have dreamt of many strange things. For some reason, he felt a strong aftereffect, a suffocating discomfort, as if he had just arrived in a cyberpunk world and become a fringes traveler.

The aftereffects... are incredibly strong...

"You're awake." This time it was Faust who spoke.

In his hand, the quill pen was recording the appearance of this world: the appearance of Xue Dinglu University, the appearance of the classroom, the appearance of the library, and the appearance of the playground.

And the appearance of those vibrant, youthful girls.

Short skirts, thighs, and the unrestrained bloom of youth are the core elements he captures in his paintings.

Faust seemed to really like USTC, and he wanted to record everything about USTC with his pen.

Xue Dinglu silently observed this Faust, this man he couldn't quite understand.

Sometimes he was like a gentle and refined teacher, just like the identity he claimed to be. He was very elegant, as if he were an old gentleman whose elegance was etched into his bones.

He is the kind of gentleman who looks like he belongs to the Joestar family at first glance.

However, frequent contact reveals that he seems to have a different mindset. Once this disguise is removed, he instantly transforms into a twisted and insane... madman?

Or perhaps, a demon buried deep within one's heart.

That kind of indifference and madness in his bones is something Xue's law cannot see through.

Xue Daolu didn't know what this man had experienced in his world. In his brief account, he only knew that the man was a teacher who had taught the 12th Apostle, and that after the 12th Apostle ascended to heaven, he and his entire family were also elevated to become one of the world's rulers.

However, in the end, he did not continue to be the ruler of this world. Instead, he chose to initiate the divine descent ritual and made the same decision as the 12th Apostle, preparing to bring another apostle to his planet.

However, he failed and was subsequently sealed in a dark room by the 12th Apostle, where he died not long ago.

This was his life, but Xue Lude didn't understand where his will came from, that determination to destroy the world even if it meant sacrificing everything. Xue Lude thought a lot about this will.

Perhaps everyone has their own story.

Xue's law could only think this way.

Afterwards, Faust in the wooden hut under the sacred tree returned to his elegant gentlemanly demeanor, the curve of his lips exactly the same as before, without the slightest change, seemingly a habit instilled in him by his upbringing.

It also seems to be a mask he can't take off his face.

……

Xue Dinglu was very absent-minded throughout the afternoon, which was for Ideological and Moral Cultivation and Foreign Language classes.

He barely listened to the lecture; he was either bickering with the little witch or reminiscing about the nightmare he had during his afternoon nap...

He felt like it was a nightmare, as if he had entered a world that was extremely distorted. Xue Dinglu didn't know how to describe it, but he just felt very uncomfortable.

He suddenly realized that the atmosphere on the peninsula or in Japan was actually so relaxed and sunny, despite the oppressive atmosphere.

And he could vaguely understand that the protagonist of this nightmare was Faust, the guy who called himself a teacher.

However, Xue Lude did not intend to delve into Faust's past. Once he had recorded all of the 12th Apostle's abilities and Xue Lude was ready, he would travel to that world.

However, he could only use methods similar to Mind Flayer at most. If his true form went there, he believed the Twelfth Apostle would be able to detect it directly.

At the same time, he made contact with the Starfleet. Even if the Starfleet couldn't help him with infiltration, they could at least help him a lot in the final battle.

"I'm back!" Xue Dinglu returned home.

Today, as always, the old ghost and the High Priestess came to visit our home.

Just as Su Su was about to exhale, Old Barak leaped up in front of him. After Xue Dalu dodged, Su Su immediately stood up and shamelessly tried to grab Xue Dalu's arm, saying, "Why are you losing your sense of taste again? Is it a side effect of being turned into an undead? Or is something else wrong?"

Xue Law: "..."

"No, Old Deng, let go!"

"I won't let go! If you don't give me a proper check-up, I'm not leaving your body!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Let me see!" Old Barak continued to hold onto Xue's law tightly. "Anyway, I've been inside you before."

"Get out of here!"

After a chaotic commotion, Xue Dinglu still underwent further treatment and examination by the Holy Light.

Meanwhile, the Faust within him silently observed all of this, continuing to depict the world's appearance in his book, whether it was the appearance of the school, the appearance of the street, or the appearance of the family.

Despite the mess at Xue Luding's house, the physical altercations between the two stubborn men, Old Barak and Xue Luding, which almost escalated into a full-blown brawl, led to Little Dragon Girl and Little Tree Girl starting a noisy band performance right there in the living room.

There were also sounds of food being cooked in the aunt's kitchen, and Su Su's breathy breathing as she watched the female pope place her hand on Xue Luding's heart and probe his body with holy light.

Everything seems so chaotic...

However, Faust watched this scene with a smile, a smile that seemed to belong to him, and he began to sketch the scene with his quill pen.

The scene of Xue Lude fighting with the old man, the pope taking his side, the two daughters forming a band in the background, and the frying sounds coming from the kitchen, together constituted the most heartwarming scene he saw in this world.

Faust silently sketched the scene, and after finishing, he wrote a word on it.

A word called "home".

This word had been lost in his world for hundreds of years.

Since his student rose to power, apart from the nobles, the people below him no longer had a home...

Seeing Xue Luding's impatient look, and seeing him and Old Barak directly pick up stools to engage in a swordsmanship duel, Faust smiled.

What you find tedious in your daily routine is the most beautiful scene I have ever witnessed.

……

"Hiss, you've kicked my soul to pieces..." The old undead, sporting a black eye, waited for his granddaughter Alora to heal him with holy light. "You little brat, you have no sportsmanship."

"Why are you so crazy to grab me? Do you think I'm going to run away or what?" Xue Dinglu wasn't seriously injured. Although his physical skills and swordsmanship were taught by the old necromancer, in the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that can't be broken.

Xue Lude, with his overwhelming strength and agility, delivered several punches to old Barak, leaving him questioning his existence.

Chapter 380 The Demon Within

Although it was unclear why a soul could have a physical body, Old Barak's face was swollen to the point of resembling a pig's head.

He had just gone up to pull and tug at Xue Luding when he discovered that this little brat actually dared to resist. He decided to go all the way and teach the kid a lesson right here. Old foxes are spicier than young dogs. He had taught this kid both physical skills and swordsmanship, and he could see through his flaws at a glance. He would show him the fighting skills of an old master.

Then he got brutally beaten, not because of a difference in skill. He had seen through Xue's moves countless times, and then he was beaten until his head was a pig's head.

Skills are only useful when the literal data is similar. The value of Schrödinger's Law is estimated to be more than twice that of the old undead, making it as easy for a young man to beat up an old man.

Xue's Law also experienced the charm of numerical monsters for the first time. Without any skills, he could make Old Barak sweat profusely by interspersing basic attacks with normal attacks. It was no problem for him to miss two moves, as long as the normal attacks didn't miss.

Originally, Xue Dinglu was not planning to make a move, because he was afraid that he might accidentally shatter Old Deng's soul, and then he would have to kneel down and beg him not to die.

However, this old guy lacked sportsmanship and was a bit too ruthless. When he realized he was about to lose, he got a little anxious and even tried to use dirty tricks on Xue Luding. So, Xue Luding eventually went up and threw a couple of punches, and the old guy calmed down.

"No way, how can you hit an old man like that?" Old Barak had a black eye, and even with Alora's Holy Light shining on his face, it wasn't very effective.

Since it is a soul, this is probably the appearance reflected by the soul.

"Who told you to be so unruly?" Xue Dinglu felt no remorse whatsoever. In fact, he thought those two punches were too light and that he should have been hit a few more times to show him what a real dirty trick was.

Old Barak discovered that even the Holy Light couldn't restore his eye sockets here, and he couldn't win arguments with Xue Dalu either. He could do nothing but jump up and down in anger. Every time he was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, he would shrink back when he saw Xue Dalu raise his fist.

Because Xue Dalu has no concept of respecting the elderly and caring for the young; he's the kind of guy who would actually kick an old man's leg like crazy.

So he decided to avoid seeing it altogether and went to visit his two great-granddaughters.

"Oh dear, my granddaughters are still playing musical instruments. Could you teach them to their grandfather?"

"Wow, Grandpa Panda, would you like to learn to play the drums?" Little Dragon Girl asked.

“Sure, sure, I played the drums when I was young.” Old Barak laughed. He had been a drummer in the war when he was young, the kind of person who was responsible for drumming the advance.

Xue Dinglu stopped paying attention to the three guys making a ruckus and said, "Thank you for your help."

“What’s the trouble?” Alora placed her hand directly on Xue’s chest, and all the holy light poured into it.

Xue Lu felt the feedback from the holy light, which was a high-level application of the holy light, namely the ability to create a holy light barrier and heal with holy light.

It is said that Xue's Holy Light originated from Old Barak, which resulted in his Holy Light being of the type that is all about damage and illumination, with virtually no defensive or healing capabilities.

Therefore, his Holy Light spells are mostly offensive types like the Eight-Point Light Wheel, and he has never been able to use the higher-level uses of Holy Light.

Now, while receiving treatment, I am also experiencing a higher level of holy light and gradually learning how to do so.

Meanwhile, in the consciousness space, the little witch in the dormitory was furious, but it was to no avail, because she couldn't even leave the consciousness space.

After all, she is now a purer soul, the kind that can't even materialize her soul, so she can't leave Xue Dinglu's body.

So even now, seeing Alora place her hand on Xue's heart, all he can do is sulk here, bury himself in a pillow, and try to avoid seeing it.

"I'm back." Fafnir's voice came from outside. However, just as she was about to get all worked up, she immediately calmed down when she saw that it was a familiar face. She silently went to Xue Dinglu's side, greeted him, and then went to help in the kitchen.

"Did you talk to Fafnir?" Xue asked.