My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

As for the Interstellar Corps, they chose collaboration and mutual support, constructing a cosmic community of destiny. Each side takes what they need—I’ve obtained resources to develop the Mimic Venerable King and partnership orders from your world, while your side has solved its troubles. That’s the framework.

But essentially, it seems they are both developing the power of the Venerable King.

The fundamental difference is that the Apostles are the "spirituality" of their own Venerable King Rodo, while the Interstellar Corps is jointly constructing a "Mimic Venerable King" that controls Subspace.

And perhaps this Mimic Venerable King will become a true Venerable King after a long period of time.

After all, according to the materials I previously collected, the Mimic Venerable King still desires to open up a different Cosmos from the current one, a brand-new Subspace. Then, let everyone hide in there?

Xue Dili himself doesn’t quite understand that Mimic Venerable King either, not knowing what exactly they are up to. However, I heard they’re currently working on something like a cosmic chat group, so perhaps the Mimic Venerable King is quite busy as well.

After Captain Xing Jia’er also signed the contract, the two returned to the Interstellar Corps’ carrier ship.

This trip has been quite exhausting, and Xue Dili just wants to go home and have a good sleep, then put on brand-new clothes for a new day.

However, Captain Xing Jia’er forcibly dragged him to attend a support group affected by the Void. Besides, he was equally afraid of going home and getting nagged by his mom, so Xue Dili agreed to this request.

A support group for the Void?

While Captain Xing Jia’er was contacting them, Xue Dili asked, "What’s the situation over there?"

Captain Xing Jia’er hesitated and then reminded, "Over there... Just don’t mind their weird actions after you arrive. Anyway, they’re a bunch of peculiar people, really peculiar, even slightly crazy."

Xue Dili: "..."

Why does it feel like a gathering of the mentally ill? Is it really appropriate for me to go there?

Putting someone as normal as me into a group of lunatics won’t cause irreversible damage to my mind, will it?

If the captain knew what Xue Dili was thinking, he would definitely roll his eyes and say, "When did you get the illusion that you’re not a lunatic? Your craziness is just directed towards being a ’Savior.’"

The last time Xue Dili completed a mission, it was with Ophelia. Now her vacation isn’t over yet, and she’s still playing house in her hometown while you’ve been running through countless places.

It’s as if he doesn’t regard his own life at all.

After a long time, the captain finally said, "In any case, they’re indeed the ones who understand the Void best in the entire Cosmos, and also the ones who know best how to deal with the Void. But their thinking is extremely unique, so don’t mind it."

Then the Teleportation Gate opened, and the captain said, "Let’s go."

With an uneasy heart, Xue Dili stepped in.

He originally thought this place must be like an asylum since it’s powered by those who also suffer from the Void’s ravages. Xue Dili deeply understood what it feels like when the Void erodes oneself.

Emptiness, despair, feeling as if everything is meaningless, except for the goal one most wants to pursue; everything else seems to lose its color and meaning.

He thought it would also be like this here, a place filled with despair and emptiness.

Who knew that as soon as he stepped in, fireworks suddenly exploded in his face, showering him with confetti and streamers.

"Hahahaha, welcome new partner!" A group of masked people were either blowing trumpets, setting off fireworks, or blowing toy blow-dragons that extended several meters whenever they blew, almost reaching his face.

Xue Dili: "..."

What is this place? Is it still the Void support group?

"Newcomer is still very green, but no worries. Everyone, tone it down a bit, don’t scare off the new friend! Yay!" The host with a microphone laughed, immediately tearing off his own underwear, and began dancing in the square while holding the microphone.

"Come on, come on, take the newcomer for a play!" The group of masked people laughed, immediately carrying Xue Dili off.

Xue Dili: "???"

And then he seemed to be in a nightclub-like place, where neon lights shined, a place full of clinking glasses and drinks. On the stage, several masked people saw a newcomer arrive and immediately started breakdancing excitedly.

The music played fittingly, and the stage lights flashed, with fireworks and smoke constantly bursting.

Then...

"Rip!" A dancer on stage tore open his coat, revealing a physique as muscular as an Ancient Greece sculpture. Another was not to be outdone, put his hand on the lips of his mask, blew a kiss, and also tore open his tight clothing to reveal muscles, tying a necktie around his bare neck.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Yay!"

"Great, awesome!"

The fireworks and lights flickered, and two people on stage immediately began spinning. The lights and music made Xue Dili’s head hurt, but still, they perfectly complemented their dance moves. Everyone in the venue seemed very happy; some were already dancing on their own, some were gulping down drinks through their masks.

And someone was just about to chug a drink when his companion next to him immediately said, "Hehe, I switched your drink with 100% pure Water of Life!"

The masked man who just drank was taken aback, then just said, "Fun!"