My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Soon, he arrived at Hassan’s office again. A little black figure who was nothing but shadows was sealed away, saying: "Here you are. Tomorrow, I will explore the deepest part of Subspace, at least to pave the way for others. This may be our last official meeting."

Xue Dili noticed the Void within him uncontrollably spilling over, so he had to seal and restrain this overflowing power; otherwise, the Void Power within him could instantly pollute anyone.

Is this the symptom of late-stage influence by the Void...

Perhaps, when Elder Hassan said he could hold on for a year, he was being optimistic. Now, he couldn’t control the overflowing Void at all, like a super bomb ready to explode at any moment.

So, he might think that rather than living ugly at the end of his life, it might be better to pave some way for those who come after.

Even though this road might only be paved with a few bricks, it’s better than doing nothing—waiting to die in some unknown Subspace, eventually becoming a Cosmic Void like a natural calamity. Instead, explore inside and hand over the intelligence to the Interstellar Corps.

"Is there anything I can help with, Elder?" Xue Dili asked.

"Nothing much, I’ve informed Xing Jia’er over there, and now, I want to hand this Masked Ball over to you entirely," Hassan said, then waved his hand, bringing out his scant legacy.

"Me... me?" Xue Dili pointed to himself. He leaned out the window, observing the people tormented by the Void, who mask their pain with laughter. They laugh day after day to keep a good mood, minimizing the impact of the Void on themselves.

Can I truly manage these people?

Do I really have the ability to make these people submit?

"After all, Xing Jia’er isn’t one of us. But you are different; you are one of us. You can better understand the feelings among us—the laughter, the pain, everything," Hassan said calmly.

His tone was more akin to that of a machine than a human, without any fluctuation or emotion.

"This is my last legacy to give to you. I won’t compel you; if you’re willing to take care of these people, that would be best. If not, I won’t have any grievances."

"After all, it’s not a good task. These people dared to mess with me, and they’ll be even more outrageous to you. You can just beat up whoever displeases you and hang them naked in the tree if you want; they won’t learn. Next time they get the chance to trick you, they’ll definitely go for it." Hassan said, standing up and joining Xue Dili at the window, gazing at those laughing people.

Xue Dili: "..."

He was already sweating bullets...

"First, have a look at what I left for you; it might help you against the Apostle."

Xue Dili was momentarily startled. He slowly closed his eyes and opened them again, no longer hesitating.

Indeed, Elder Hassan realized I was the Apostle last time; is this the resonance within the Void? Even the Mimic Venerable King couldn’t detect the detail, yet this person about to embrace Death noticed it.

He looked at the legacy: a mask, a small windmill, and an hourglass.

The first thing he reached for was the hourglass, very similar to the Flowing Light Sand on him.

[Twisted Chalice (???): Able to store Void pollution, and also absorb everything from others—whether suffering, pain, laughter, Void pollution, or their souls. It can selectively absorb and devour, and store within this hourglass.

Note: Every container has its limit. When the sand in the hourglass fills, it will overflow and have a greater impact on the user.]