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Chapter 254 Second Entry into the Black Mist Council

That makes four problem children.

Even these problem children come from another world.

The good news is that Bai Ya and Xiao Long Niang got along very well. They used to have snowball fights together and chase after the Bread Knight.

Although Bai Ya later went a bit crazy and has now become a crazy loli who talks about purity and beating people all the time, she should still be able to play with Xiao Long Niang.

As for the other one…

"Boss, boss, my name is Siam, a cat-human. You can call me Siam Meow. I am the woman who will definitely become the number one strategist of the Heavenly Kingdom in the future!" The cat girl, who was less than 1.2 meters tall, confidently pointed to her chest with her thumb.

Xue Law: "..."

He looked at his aunt, who was washing dishes, with a pitiful expression and pleading eyes.

“Aunt, why don’t you come and take care of the children? Anyway, you’re herding one sheep or four sheep, it’s all the same…” Xue Dinglu asked tentatively.

aunt:"……"

She rubbed her hair, feeling a headache coming on, and when she saw the two little girls who clearly had demi-human features, her headache only worsened.

"Why don't you find a wife? You can leave all these headaches to her," Auntie said with a sigh.

Xue Law: "..."

Even now that I'm back in my hometown, the pressure to get married is still relentless!
……

After a flurry of activity, my aunt decided to temporarily take care of the children.

She deliberately asked Xue Dinglu for some children's books, historical stories, and various teaching materials.

Furthermore, the children's academic foundations were completely different, so she did some research.

Little Dragon Girl is at a kindergarten level; she can only speak basic sentences, and even now she can't speak fluently.

Fafnir is at a junior high school level. Apart from not being able to keep up with math, she is about the same as other junior high school students. And having memorized so many texts on moral education, she probably does quite well in humanities subjects.

The two new beast-eared girls, White Raven and Siam, are at the elementary school level. They haven't been to school, but they know some basic writing and arithmetic. They also learn the writing system of Xue's Law relatively quickly.

And so, the first class for problem children from another world began.

Fortunately, his aunt was there, so Xue Dinglu's situation became less stressful; otherwise, the current situation would have given him a splitting headache.

The thing about having four otherworldly lolis living in your house...

……

After an afternoon of classes, Auntie cooked a big pot of rice and seven or eight dishes for dinner. Four little girls sat in Xue Dinglu's living room and ate together. Even Little Dragon Girl had learned some table manners.

Fafnir became the queen of the four little girls, and it seems her animal affinity also works on the kemonomimi girls.

After dinner, the four kids rushed to the TV at the same time, and Xue Dinglu could only hear them shouting.

"Orb...look at Orb..." This is Little Dragon Girl.

"Look at Ultraman Tiga, this one is even better." This is Fafnir.

"Sea Tiger, I want to see Sea Tiger! Or the battle of other amazing powerhouses!" These were the two new beast-eared girls.

Xue Law: "..."

These two children have been completely corrupted by the old Demon Emperor and have now become a crazy little girl who only knows bliss and beatings.

Thankfully, Sea Tiger wasn't made into an anime, otherwise it would have been a disaster.

With a headache, Xue Dinglu returned to his bedroom on the second floor and closed his eyes.

However, he suddenly realized that it might be the day of the Black Mist Council again, so he immediately got up and opened the mod.

The Faceless One's mask is damaged, but it doesn't matter. Now the mod can directly call up similar functions in the background. This time, Xue's Law is not pulled into the villain group without any preparation like before.

This time, his main task was to find out who had enslaved the dragon, preferably to establish some connection with them, and to obtain some information.

The only information available is that the apostle is a woman, but the dragons are unaware of her specific identity, other details, and so on.

It was only when they realized that those were ancient monsters that had been active for at least 6500 million years and had survived to this day, and whose strength was probably at the near-6th rank...

Near-6th rank... To be honest, 5th rank and above already involve world authority or fragments of the supreme king, and he could never imagine what a world above 6th rank would be like.

Just like when the great sage taught him, he could never imagine what it would be like to be above level 5.

He took a deep breath. Although the struggle for world authority or the application of King's Fragments only involves the fifth rank and above, the highest strength of a normal creature is only near the fifth rank.

To reach level 5 or higher, the only options he knows at this stage are to absorb the corresponding fragments of the Venerable King or to obtain a portion of the Venerable King's power, such as the Evil Eye that once possessed the ability to materialize illusions.

Secondly, there is the authority over the world, such as Zeus in Greece and the dragons. All the tyrannical dragon gods were only quasi-5th rank, but after they arrived at the Dragon Tomb, they relied on the stolen part of the world consciousness to directly become true 5th rank.

At that time, Xue Dinglu was able to unleash the power of the fifth rank only with the support of the world's consciousness.

The Tyrannosaurus God's original power was to completely control the world's consciousness, then drain it dry to cultivate hundreds or even thousands of Tier 5 beings, attempting to kill the Apostle with this Tier 5 army on its home planet. This was only possible with the boundless support of the world's consciousness, even if it meant detonating itself.

Xue Luding was wide awake and immediately began to prepare. He also had an emergency communication device in his hand. He didn't know if the Starfleet was a match for the Black Mist Council.

It seems that the Star Squadron is slightly weaker than the Black Mist Council. After all, the Star Squadron's income comes from the rewards it receives from other world consciousnesses after helping them solve problems, and then signing long-term contracts with the cooperating world consciousnesses to develop together.

The Black Mist Council, however, directly planted trees on planets, forcing the consciousness of those worlds to their knees, and then harvested them one crop after another like cutting leeks.

Just like the righteous and evil cultivators in the world of cultivation, the Star Squadron is a righteous rogue cultivator who obtains cultivation resources by helping others complete commissions. Accumulating resources is slow, and there is also considerable danger when commissioning (handling world disasters); while the Black Mist Council is an evil cultivator who directly captures the commissioner and puts them into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner (divine tree) to devour them.

It now appears that the Black Mist Council has greater power and reach than the Starfleet.

Xue Lude took a deep breath. His stance was naturally similar to that of the Interstellar Corps, after all, it was an organization willing to risk their lives to help others, although they were also responsible for the recovery of the King's Fragments.

But looking at all the chaos caused by the fragments of the King, it's good that they were recovered. Such power would be a devastating blow to most civilizations.

As Xue Luding pondered this, in an instant, the gravitational pull from the endless void began to tug at his soul.

Xue Dinglu understood that the Black Mist Council was about to begin.

This time, without the Faceless One mask, he used a modifier to disguise his soul in countless ways. Then, he took out a copy of the Faceless One mask, rotated the white mask over his face, and followed the guidance in the void to the Black Mist Council.

The endless fog still shrouded everyone, as if they were in the void. He looked up but could not see the stars, nor could he determine his location from the trajectory of the star map.

But at the very least, within this universe, according to Schrödinger's law, the fundamental physical constants remain unchanged.

"This council has no fixed agenda; let us engage in free exchange and discussion. We are all people who have embarked on the same path for the sake of the original God and our King. Let us follow our hearts and remember ourselves," said the leader from the main seat.

Xue's Law scoffed at it.

They talk a good game, but in reality, they're just trying to establish interstellar colonies.

Forget it, they're not even as good as colonists. They're more like interstellar plunderers, harvesting the lives of other civilizations one after another like harvesting leeks, hanging them on the divine tree, absorbing their energy to produce fruit for their own sublimation.

They spout lofty ideals, but the most extreme form of evil is doing evil while concealing a glamorous facade.

Don't look at what they say, look at what they do.

Soon, the members began to have free discussions, and Xue Lude listened attentively to some information that they thought was insignificant, but this information might actually be very useful to Xue Lude.

"Have you heard? Recently, another civilization has announced its coordinates to the entire universe."

"I saw it, it's really interesting, broadcast it directly to the entire universe."

"Who will go? Have they reached an agreement?"

Aside from discussing recent "production" and how to explore new worlds, the group was also discussing the recent global broadcast of coordinates by a civilization.

The so-called output is the harvest of the fruits grown by life on other planets, and the so-called exploration is the search for new civilizations and planets to begin parasitizing and opening up new "orchards".

For them, the brutal mass extinction was as easy as asking if they had eaten dinner.

As for that civilization that broadcasts coordinates throughout the universe...

Xue Lude focused his intelligence gathering on this, as he didn't want another civilization to fall victim to such a tragedy and was determined to go and lend a hand.

"Hey, newbie, you probably don't have your own ranch yet, right?" someone suddenly said.

Xue Lude looked at the person he was talking to.

The black mist obscured her vision, making it impossible for Xue to see clearly, but judging from her tone and posture, she appeared to be a woman.

“Interested in turning this civilization into your own ranch? Raising those two-legged sheep and then harvesting them?” she continued.

"And the cost?" Xue simply asked.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share. We provide each person with a piece of fruit, and that pasture is your territory. That's how we do things here."

Xue took a deep breath.

According to the harvest time of the Dragon Clan, it takes about 5,000 to 10,000 years to harvest once. Even from the perspective of the villain, agreeing to this request is equivalent to working for these people for 100,000 years before it is his turn to reap the rewards.

So dark.

No, there's a second pitfall: the first past apostle must confront the world consciousness at its peak.

According to the history recorded by the Dragon Clan, even the Apostle has experienced setbacks when fighting against the World Consciousness, so it is equivalent to him having to fight against a World Consciousness at its peak.
This is really a trap; no wonder they're a villainous organization.

Xue Dinglu remained calm and said indifferently, "Do you have any basic information about that world? Let me take a look first."

He was given a piece of intelligence for free, after all, this was a negotiation before cooperation, but Xue Dinglu was stunned when he saw it.

"The local civilization calls itself—the Super Iron Curtain?"

Xue Law: "..."

(End of this chapter)