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Chapter 179 Doctor Xue's Law

Xue Dinglu tossed a cell phone to old Watson, telling him to keep an eye on his news these days.

The most important reason for leaving these homeless fantasy creatures behind is to have them guard our home while Xue is away on business, so that no one can just come to Earth and cause trouble.

He had also checked accounts with the World Will. If there were any problems, he could leave a message on the panel first, and if it wasn't a big problem, he could just ask them to handle it.

He declined the Silver Princess's invitation to stay for dinner, and for some reason, the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl seemed so interested in him, a guy who was almost twenty.

At your age, you should be experiencing the hellish study routine of working from 5 am to 9 pm with only half a day off a month in junior high school, instead of spending your days like a country girl washing weeds in a pond. When will Xue Law, Old Watson, and the Knight Commander have a chat and send her to a top-tier junior high school so she can have a proper education?

After making thorough preparations, Xue arrived in the consciousness space and stood before Austin, who was still frantically researching light magic.

The mystic's expression resembled that of a high school student who had just spent the night in an internet cafe; his pupils were bloodshot, and his hair was a mess. It was clear what kind of attitude he was taking in his studies for this hard-won magic.

It's even more enthusiastic than high school teenagers about playing games.

Xue Dinglu didn't waste any more words. He directly conjured up a screen in his mind and extracted the memories he saw.

The rituals of the mystics, the arrival of ancient beings, and finally, the scene where the US military and the mystics go to war.

At that moment, the man named Austin froze for a second. In his eyes, Xue Lude saw many expressions of disbelief and incomprehension, as if a lion was hiding inside.

"So, I was just a fool who was used by someone, didn't know why he summoned the Ancient Tree of Gods, and was eventually killed?" This was Austin's self-assessment after reading it.

Xue believes he has a clear self-awareness.

Instead of rubbing salt into his wounds, she said directly, "I want to go to your world now to see if I can deal with that ancient tree, because I'm also quite interested in it."

The old mystic was stunned. He truly couldn't believe that someone he considered a "god" would care about that strange plant in their world.

However, even he could guess that the world would not be so good after his death. According to the information revealed by that senior, they were just doing the work for his other ritual.

They thought that by summoning the ancient tree of the Age of Gods, they could simultaneously gain the magic power of the Age of Gods, unaware that they were all part of a ritual orchestrated by someone else.

If Zijra can resurrect corpses and even restore an old, frail senior to his youthful appearance, then it seems that they were all part of that senior's scheme, becoming pawns in his pursuit of immortality.

Zijra's infection will surely cause an irreversible disaster for the whole world.

"I understand, Your Excellency. What do you need me to do?" The old mystic's eyes became extremely sharp, regardless of whether he was seeking revenge for his past self or had changed after learning true magic.

He began to change in the direction Xue Lude wanted, and he strictly demanded of himself a mindset similar to "only good people can learn Holy Light well," which made him think about cleaning up the mess he had left for his group.

"Are there any other mystics you know in your world?" Xue asked.

Although he didn't believe that the parallel world was still peaceful and serene, he still planned to make use of the old mystic's connections and needed them to carry out a ceremony to insure Xue's Law.

"And this one, I need you to call him over." Xue Dinglu conjured up a photograph in his mind. It was of him after he turned 21 and became a graduate student. He was more mature and calm than he was now at 18. And perhaps because he was studying medicine, his hairline was a few millimeters higher, and he was wearing thick glasses.

If Austin were to look at Xue Lude normally, he would surely recognize that the medical student Xue Lude, who had one foot in the field of mysticism, was exactly the same as the magician Xue Lude standing before him.

However, through his lenses, Xue Lude appeared to be a faceless monster.

“I understand, Your Excellency. I will try my best to find a familiar mystic to resolve this disaster, and most importantly, to find this ‘Xue’.” He also remembered the information about the medical student Xue Lude and began to speak seriously.

"That was a young man I met in an ancient ruin. He was very talented. As an ordinary person, he had already come into contact with the temple ruins of the American god 'Smoke Mirror' and extracted the ancient divine script." The old mystic seemed to continue recalling more details, suddenly adding,
"By the way, he also seems to have mastered a kind of ritual from the Greek gods, but I have never seen him use it. I suppose he must also have a lineage of mysticism, and it comes from ancient Greece."

“Ancient Greece?” Xue Luding frowned.

Could his parallel self have any connection to ancient Greece? It's impossible that the epic tale of the hero Sydileus knocking down Zeus with a stone is true, and that his parallel self also gained some benefit from it. However, he'll remember this information for now, and then find his parallel self and give him a good whack.

And most importantly, he discussed the details of a mystical setup with Austin. If nothing unexpected happened, Xue Lude should be able to handle this ancient plant, but if something went wrong, he felt that he could also achieve his goal by using the rituals of the mystics.

……

The target time is after 2026 AD, and the location is Boston University in America.

Having obtained the coordinates, the portal left by the Great Sage lit up, and Xue Dinglu stepped into it.

The concept of mysticism is very abstract, and for these people who are somewhere between ordinary people and magicians, most of the mystical rituals they usually use are extensions of the concept of "reflection".

In other words, it involves using specific rituals and arrangements to create corresponding "labels" for two things in the ritual, and then using these labels to achieve one's own purpose.

For example, in the simplest form of projection, such as the morning of September 11, 2011, a mystic could easily set up a ritual that reflected the 9/911 attacks of ten years prior, making anything that could be represented as "two" the subject of the spell, and another flying object the caster...

Under this mystical arrangement, even a small drone flying in the sky was able to successfully crash into another twin tower, twins, double standarders, and other units that correspond to "double" on the morning of September 11, 2011.

This is mysticism. Their techniques are actually very similar to divine magic. They are all activated by setting up a ritual that corresponds to an ancient "miracle" or a famous event.

In fact, the ritual called "Saint's Passion" that Xue Law initiated in the Beast World is basically the same as the principle of the reflection method of their occult rituals.

Therefore, even though mysticism is a very low-level ritual for Xue's Law, it may still unleash unimaginable power when necessary.

However, plans can't keep up with changes. The moment Xue Dinglu transmigrated into this world, a twisted change occurred in the darkness.

When Xue Dinglu opened his eyes, he felt the thick glasses on his nose that he was not used to, his head was throbbing as if his brain had not rested for months, and countless memories were surfacing from his mind.

He recalled countless things from his childhood: forest fires, the raging inferno, and the forest firefighter who rescued him from his home amidst the flames…

These were all memories from his childhood, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with them. But then, he suddenly froze.

Because he had lost his guardian, he suddenly had a distant "aunt" who took him to live in Jiangcheng when he was a child. He was no longer a child living with other relatives, but instead lived in Jiangcheng with an aunt who was rarely seen.

She often went out for no apparent reason, and this busy period could last for months or even half a year. She would come back and stay for only a few days before going out to work again. In this second memory, he grew up in this semi-free-range environment.

Meanwhile, he seemed to be an even greater genius in this world. He skipped a grade in junior high school and another in high school. At the age of 16, he successfully entered the University of Science and Technology of China (USTC). Three and a half years later, he successfully obtained a place at USTC and came to Boston University to become a graduate student in disaster medicine.

Complex memories flooded his mind. This experience, which was similar to his own yet somewhat ambiguous, gave Xue a sense of indescribable absurdity and unreality.

It seems that there are still many memories that he hasn't had time to recover. For example, he doesn't quite remember what his "aunt" looks like. Although his aunt seems to be busy all over the world and rarely comes home, they have lived together for more than ten years, so Xue Luding could not possibly forget what his aunt looks like.

Many memories from my undergraduate and graduate school years are blurry, as it seems that the brain receives more memories in a short period of time, and those knowledge-related memories are temporarily locked in due to the protection mechanism.

Xue took off his glasses and found that the person in the mirror was exactly the same as his 18-year-old self, with no difference whatsoever, even the clothes he was wearing were the same casual autumn clothes he was wearing.

The only problem is that he is currently in a medical laboratory, and the constant influx of medical and first-aid knowledge, research memories, and data is temporarily putting him in a bad state.

"Have I been hit by some kind of spell?" Xue Dinglu wondered.

He picked up a student ID and suddenly froze.

"Dr. Xue from Boston University..." He silently read his identity information, then suddenly froze.

(End of this chapter)