My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

It’s a pity, this great light sphere will never allow them the chance to escape!

The Mimic Venerable King can sense that, even if the other Dark Gods were confident in a fifty-fifty chance, this great light sphere and the Cosmic Void to him are insurmountable, monstrous units he has no way of defeating.

At this moment, the Mimic Venerable King is getting further away, gradually distancing himself from the surging energy tide, flying towards the deep regions of the Subspace where there is no material, as the Evil Eye turned his head to see the Subspace Barrier beginning to heal, and in that final gap, the last glow of the great light sphere.

"Are you the Venerable King!" The Mimic Venerable King uttered words that made everyone in the Interstellar Corps tremble.

The great light sphere remained silent, the Subspace Barrier continued to heal rapidly, and the Evil Eye saw, at the healing gap, countless Dark Gods charging over.

There was the incessantly devouring giant mouth, the immovable immortal, and the viral nebula, transforming jellyfish, twisted roots...

All the Dark Gods crazily wanted to rush towards this gap.

Finally, those Dark Gods covered the light of the sphere in Subspace, and in the center of that light, a vague silhouette flashed by...

However...

"Buzz!"

A nonexistent sound suddenly echoed, the Subspace Barrier completely sealed, the light vanished, leaving the Evil Eye alone in this region devoid of matter and energy.

All the energy, monsters, and Dark Gods seemed thoroughly locked within the barrier, outside of it, only silence remained...

The great light sphere did not answer the question of the Evil Eye, but, he already knew the answer.

The Evil Eye began speeding towards the shallow layer of Subspace, as in Subspace, teleportation and teleportation-like mechanisms are not usable, as all basic principles rely on Subspace.

Here, one can only rely on flying manually.

Compared to entering Subspace, the speed of leaving was multiplied many times, and when the Evil Eye finally passed through the seemingly endless dark corridor, arriving in the shallow layer of Subspace, seeing countless shattered planets, he felt like a lifetime had passed.

Through the shallow spatial crack, arriving at the Interstellar Corps, at that moment, all members of the Interstellar Corps erupted with excitement.

Though nothing was explicitly said, though the great light sphere provided no response, they all understood from the final scene.

The humanoid silhouette resembling a primate within the great light sphere explained everything...

The faith of the Interstellar Corps, the Venerable King always existed, eternally present, possibly still watching over them, even if he no longer resides in the cosmos, becoming a "Dark God" of Subspace, he still protects everything in his own way.

While everyone in the Interstellar Corps was cheering, celebrating not only the invaluable intelligence and information they uncovered but also the discovery of their lifelong True God faith, only Xue Dili departed from there.

Looking through the shield at the inside of the M87 Nebula, as dreamy as a fantasy, the light from the heavens seemed to form a glowing river, endlessly flowing, never ceasing.

"Hassan senior has completely assimilated with the Void... the final intelligence they explored might truly save more people..." Xue Dili murmured.

"Here." Suddenly a cigarette was held out to Xue Dili, the slender fingers bore no marks typical of long-term smoking.

After all, being Quasi-Tier Five, such things wouldn’t affect them.

"You came out too?" Xue Dili casually asked, not refusing this time, instead taking the cigarette, igniting it.

"Indeed, I prefer a quiet atmosphere, it’s too noisy inside now, not suitable for me." The Nun also lit one for herself, leaning on the railing, the weight of her chest pressing on the railing beneath her fitted clothes.

"Aren’t you excited about seeing the Venerable King in person?" Xue Dili asked, reversing the question.

He knows the Interstellar Corps is comprised of believers in the Venerable King, as their mission is to emulate the Venerable King’s old path for self-transcendence.

Is there really anyone who isn’t thrilled about seeing the Venerable King in person?

"Not all of the Interstellar Corps are believers in the Venerable King... here we have freedom of faith, I have different beliefs." She took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke, then silently gazed at the stars,

"The belief in the Interstellar Corps is very free, after all, we come from different places, many are naturally born with native beliefs, forcing those with native beliefs to switch to the Venerable King defies the Interstellar Corps’ principles, it couldn’t have grown so large." She explained slowly,

"Here, you’re merely encouraged to believe in the Venerable King, as long as you don’t believe in some twisted Dark Gods, no one cares." She casually opened a Teleportation Gate, tossing the cigarette butt inside, lighting another one.

"Would you like another?" she asked.

"Forget it..." Xue Dili declined this time.

There’s no point in smoking, and Xue Dili even analyzed it with Cursed Blood, finding this stuff to be crazily toxic compared to Earth’s cigarettes, likely turning an ocean into a dead zone, yet harmless to this Quasi-Tier Five Nun, perhaps merely a trivial diversion.

"You’ve replaced Hassan now, haven’t you?" the Nun inquired.

"Hmm?" Xue Dili uttered a questioning sound.

"No need to wonder, Hassan once invited your mentor as a member but was declined, we’ve all been betting whether you’d become the leader of the Masked Ball, seems I won, my life next year may be more comfortable." The Nun with dark circles finally smiled.

Xue Dili: "..."

Not really, big sister, with smoking, drinking, fighting, gambling... you’ve almost mastered all vices, you really think believing in the Venerable King wouldn’t result in betraying the old man carrying burdens...

"Alright, they should have finished celebrating, I too need to get back to work." The Nun waved her hand, finally bidding farewell to Xue Dili, she seemed busy with overtime, where work seemed like visiting graves.

Xue Dili’s half-formed emotions were instantly interrupted, the death of Hassan, the truth of Subspace, and a series of shocks were somewhat mitigated.

"Seems, imperfection is eternity..." Xue Dili whispered, having received Hassan’s legacy, even without wielding monsters of the Void, he could battle the latter Apostles head-on, no longer needing schemes.

He now is genuinely Apostle Level.

The journey seemed dependent on others’ legacies from the start, from the old Undead’s legacy, to the Great Sage’s, then Zeus’s, Uncle Hero’s legacy...

He consumed them all, now consuming Hassan’s legacy.

The sole requirement, merely to care for those in the Masked Ball plagued like him by the Void...

Having consumed the legacy, he is determined to fulfill the charge, although Xue Dili ponders how to offer care.

"Perhaps I should let them consider the future, or maybe I truly should establish that Magic Academy..." Xue Dili mused.

Now, needing only to methodically digest everything left by Hassan, not only would his powers soar swiftly, but he’d temporarily escape the Void’s influence, as long as the Twisted Chalice remains unfilled, the Void is no hindrance to his path forward.

Perhaps during this time, establish that academy Old Green always wished to build...

Or possibly, turn this place into a sanctuary for those plagued souls...

But certainly keep them distinct, preventing them from troubling his students.

Xue Dili thought this, discovering his first initiatives as the new leader of the Masked Ball.

Firstly, within the Masked Ball, sell insurance!

Which means buying shares in the Magic Academy; don’t ask where the academy is, just decide if you’re investing!

Encouraging all Magic Techniques, Treasures, and technologies to join.