My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

"So, I think, to give these brothers and sisters a future; Xing Jia’er was originally the future I found for them, but if you join us, perhaps you are the best way forward, after all, Xing Jia’er can’t empathize with us." As he spoke, he paused and looked out the window at the brothers and sisters laughing joyously.

Xue Dili was silent.

Aren’t you trusting me a bit too much, buddy?

I don’t even trust myself, and with you acting like a minister of orphans, I really can’t handle it. I don’t have the wisdom and will of a Prime Minister.

Helping out is doable, but to lead... let’s forget about that...

Perhaps realizing Xue Dili’s thoughts, Hassan was neither annoyed nor showed any intention to force him, maybe he had lost his desire, and simply said, "I once invited the Great Sage too, he gave me the same reply as you."

The atmosphere became extremely quiet for a moment, with only the singing from outside the house reaching their ears.

"So if I pass on and you’re still alive, just take care of them for me, as a return for the favor I provided you." He said.

Xue Dili: "..."

Goodness, so this was the trap here, starting by saying I’d be the leader, but after I didn’t agree, quickly changed to just taking care a bit.

Isn’t this just trying to open a window when removing the roof didn’t work?

Likely, Hassan originally only wanted Xue Dili to take care a bit, hence why he said it like that, making it hard for him to refuse now.

After all, I received information today for free, and the Treasure, Flowing Light Sand, also belongs to the person in front of me, I indeed owe a lot of favors.

"As long as I’m alive, I’ll definitely help." Xue Dili promised.

"Then, I thank you here." The ink marks on Hassan’s face seemed much happier.

Seeing this person in an orphan minister’s stance, Xue Dili couldn’t help but ask in the end, "How do you ultimately plan to solve the Great Void within you?"

Once Hassan dies, he will instantly become a cosmic catastrophe, Xue Dili still wanted to ask what he planned.

"When I can no longer control it, I’ll head to Subspace; perhaps I’ll still venture forth, to see what lies at the end of Subspace." He smiled, revealing his plan.

"At that time, I’ll invite all friends over, and I’ll take Mimic Venerable King’s Evil Eye to explore the deepest parts of Subspace, to see what kind of scenery it is."

Xue Dili fell silent, naturally having no reason to stop it. Even if Hassan erupted within Subspace, it wouldn’t have the slightest impact on the real Cosmos.

Likewise, Xue Dili also felt emotion and admiration; ultimately, this elder thought of exploring the deepest parts of Subspace for others before he died.

Xue Dili still doesn’t understand Subspace well, only knowing that his Consciousness Space belongs to one type of Subspace, similarly, his mom often digs through trash in Subspace.

The souls delivered weekly are mostly salvaged by his mom from Subspace.

Almost every Apostle has mastered a Subspace, whether it’s the Ninth Apostle’s Subspace transfer or the Twelfth Apostle’s domain, including his Consciousness Space...

And the final plan of the Interstellar Corps and Mimic Venerable King also seemed related to Subspace.

Xue Dili’s mind was complex and difficult to comprehend; the information received today was enormous, second only to the day he joined the Mist Council.

"Alright, I won’t disturb your rest, goodbye, when I venture into Subspace one day, I’ll invite all friends to share this information." He waved his hand, and in the next moment, Xue Dili felt a change in the Flowing Light Sand in his chest.

The sands within suddenly filled up, restoring all previous consumption caused by improper use of Genesis.

The hand he just severed regrew, perfectly whole.

"Goodbye, Apostle." In the end, Hassan said.

Xue Dili’ pupils narrowed, but in an instant, he appeared at the entrance of the banquet, and the lively festivities inside were still palpable here.

Xue Dili even felt horror; why did he know I was an Apostle? Even before, through Xue Dili’s probes and interactions, he understood the absolute lack of fondness towards Apostles, yet why did he refrain from action upon learning I was one?

Looking toward the lively banquet in the distance, and the bizarre starry sky on this planet, Xue Dili felt many questions lodged in his heart.

"Don’t wear a frown, guest, life is so wonderful, why not smile more? Smileru Smileru!" The masked doorman seemed to smile and said to Xue Dili.

Xue Dili: "..."

"Smileru, Smileru, Smileru..."

He seemed to be entertaining himself, singing and dancing alone at the entrance, with laughter and jubilation murmuring from his mouth.

It seemed to mix with the laughter from afar into a whole.

Xue Dili sighed, in truth, these laughing people are merely a group of folks tormented by the Void.

Using laughter to mask pain, using happiness to fight against the Void.

Live today with wine, live day by day, life is short, seize the moment.

A group of self-assembling terminally ill friends, they do not seek vengeance on the world, nor do they aim to infect others, and they certainly don’t claim, "It’s not me, it’s the world," or speak of "feeling pain, understanding pain, enjoying pain" and the like.