My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

It’s also possible that above Tier Six, this kind of measurement unit is already completely meaningless.

Just like how this tier system is only for rough measurement anyway; in a lot of worlds they don’t even divide things into tiers at all, they only separate into God, Demigod, and Mythic...

This so‑called tier division is just Xue Dili’s own cognitive framework for classifying power across the entire Cosmos.

Xue Dili didn’t know whether, as these Apostles keep pushing their strength toward the Venerable King, the form that’s truly, incomparably close to the Venerable King would actually be Tier Six.

Xue Dili wasn’t sure; for now, that was still way too far away from him.

"Time’s about up for today, let’s stop here. Apostles in the top six, stay behind; I’ve got something to discuss with you. The rest of you can leave." the Lord of Mist said directly, declaring this round of communication over.

No. 11 was the first to leave, and No. 7 also left right away.

The Tenth Apostle glanced at Xue Dili and asked, "Wanna come to my place? You’ve probably already guessed we share the same origin. I’m also a living being from Earth."

Xue Dili fell silent.

The Tenth’s invitation might be a fellow‑countryman’s invitation... or a trap?

Xue Dili knew that Mom had set up a special prison to lock up the various weird Tier Five beings on Earth, and this Tenth Apostle was exactly the warden of those bizarre Tier Five inmates.

Could he be trusted?

Trust my ass!

The Tenth Apostle hadn’t reported back to Mom in ages; who the hell knew what the situation over there was now? If Xue Dili went, there was no telling what kind of "treatment" he might get.

As for this Tenth Apostle, Xue Dili had previously suspected she might be Athena, but later vetoed that idea. As for who it actually was, all he could really do was put a big question mark on it.

Still, odds were that the former Athena should also be together with the Tenth Apostle.

But he would go to No. 10’s place, just not now—only after he’d made fully comprehensive preparations.

After tactfully turning down No. 10, Xue Dili also exited this session of the Mist Council. In fact, his sights were set on No. 11. That one was a battle maniac—rumor had it that right after ascending, he was already able to give the Ninth Apostle a brutal beatdown.

However, since No. 11 hadn’t stirred up any apocalypse‑level events, Xue Dili had no way to locate his precise position or catch any leverage on him.

As for the Lord of Mist leaving the top six seats behind at the end, Xue Dili guessed it was probably the Lord of Mist wanting to arrange some counter‑measures, nothing more.

...

When he woke up on his own bed, Xue Dili immediately noticed that Susu in the Consciousness Space was no longer just scrolling on her phone all day like some shut‑in deadweight.

She’d started thinking about outfits; instead of that one eternally unchanged Witch’s Robe, she’d taken advantage of Xue Dili being back on Earth to go on a Taobao frenzy, buying all sorts of weird clothes to play dress‑up with.

The shipping address was all set to Xue Dili’s home. On that front, Xue Dili just let it be—so long as she was happy. This little assistant was still pretty worry‑free to use for now, even if she would randomly go nutty sometimes and randomly falsify her body measurements.

But for Xue Dili, she was already the little assistant that could give him the greatest help—Margaret’s Pure Land ability was simply too useful.

The chat group had also been really active lately.

For the past two days, Xue Dili had been thinking about how to kill the Eighth Apostle, so he hadn’t had much time to idle around in the group.

He took a look—damn, it was nothing but baby‑photo spam from all the different worlds.

Even though the "baby pics" from each world were different, he only had to glance at those people once to recognize that they were all "Doctor Xue."

The Soul Transmigration method still had big problems, but to these worlds, they’d bought who‑knew‑how‑many soul backups; if one save file failed, they just reloaded right away. That, in turn, had let them roll quite a lot of good characters.

So now they’d all started "mom‑bragging" about their kids.

For example, the one from Holy Magic Star had been spamming how their "Doctor Xue" was becoming a great medical Mage over there and had founded the entire medical branch system in their world.

And on another planet Xue Dili didn’t recognize, called "Beastman Star," that one kept spamming how Doctor Xue had become the king of a tribe and married several Princesses...

Xue Dili: "..."

Abstract as hell, but why did this guy look like he was already planning to lie flat?

When all the Doctor Xues from across the myriad worlds gather back in the end and everyone brags about how they each founded an era, you’re gonna be the one who got dragged back to a secret chamber by Beastmen and turned into a star slave, huh?

Staring at the chat log full of baby‑bragging, Xue Dili felt like he hadn’t joined a cross‑world chat group at all, but some All‑Worlds Mom Group. Everyone was talking about how to "raise an account," how to raise Doctor Xue to SR strength, and some planets had even started experimenting on how to raise an SSR‑class strength.

And Earth Mother hadn’t been idle during this period either—she’d been acting as a "dog‑headed military advisor," giving suggestions to every world that was baby‑bragging. She stuck her nose into every baby topic, giving off a strong vibe of "the actual biological mom dropping tips for you foster moms."

Xue Dili: "..."

There were even planets putting out systemic guideposts now, like "Guide: How to Quickly Raise Jail‑Xue to Mythic Level" and so on.

Very abstract—Xue Dili couldn’t figure out these planets’ thought processes at the moment. Even though this crappy idea of his was originally just to leech resources as fast as possible, the way it was developing had clearly gone way beyond what he’d expected.

Still, let them raise away... Xue Dili believed in his other self. Even though they were completely different people now, they’d once fused together, their wills completely united. He knew that even the other him would have exactly the same thoughts as he did now.

That other him, with nothing to start from, had tested tens of thousands of methods together with his little wife before finally finding the Bacteriophage that could devour the Divine Tree.

The two of them had tried tens of thousands of approaches, dumping all the grant money they’d tricked out of others into this, and never once entertained the idea of giving up.

Maybe the reason Doctor Xue agreed to marry his little assistant was because she was the only one who supported this insane, zero‑profit project of his.

Just as Xue Dili was scrolling through the chat log and thinking about all these things, a sudden private message snapped his thoughts back to reality.

Abdullah Hassan: Got time lately? If you can, pick a time—I’ll hand my legacy over to you. Three days from now, I’ll be working with the Interstellar Corps to start a livestream exploration of the deepest depths of Subspace, powered by the Mimic Venerable King’s strength.

Sage (Second Gen): I do... Senior Hassan, you can’t keep the Void under control anymore...?

Abdullah Hassan: Yeah, I can’t control it anymore. In about a year or two, I’ll be completely devoured by the Void. Might as well end it early. At least right now I can still control my own body and choose my own way to die.

Senior Hassan’s mindset seemed incredibly upbeat; when he talked about when he’d die, it was as easy and casual as talking about what to eat today.

But Xue Dili couldn’t feel light at all. He thought of that group of people who used laughter to fight against the Void, and of this senior who’d been battling the Void for who‑knew‑how‑many eons. Three days from now, he was going to迎接 his own ending.

Even though it was an ending he’d chosen for himself, Xue Dili didn’t know why, but he seemed to once again understand the backlash of Authority.

The monster of the Void was finally about to catch up with Senior Hassan... so what about himself?

Xue Dili didn’t know, but he still forced himself not to think that far ahead. He’d wait until he’d killed all the Apostles before considering it.

Sage (Second Gen): I’ll go to the Masked Ball two days from now.

Abdullah Hassan: Okay.

And that was it—nothing more.

Senior Hassan had only replied with a single "okay," then logged off. In the chat group, his icon completely grayed out.

For some reason, Xue Dili had a feeling this was the last time Senior Hassan would ever come online in the chat group; that gray avatar might never light up again.

He took a deep breath and glanced at the still lively chat group. Iron Curtain Star had just posted a guide titled "How to Raise SSR Divine Level Aptitude," which immediately got a long line of worlds clicking in.

Turned out it was paywalled, and the price was steep, so a whole bunch of worlds cursed out Super Iron Curtain in the comments—but still quietly paid up.

Blue Star: Damn, how did I forget such a good way to make money!

Xue Dili: "..."

It was 4 a.m. now. He lay on his back, staring up at the starry sky, his mind in chaos.

Senior Hassan had already been caught by the monster of the Void...

Three days from now would be his expedition to the end of Subspace—also his final swan song.