My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 255 The New Old Grandpa, the Rotting Angel
He continued watching in silence, and then realized that this was indeed the Iron Curtain he knew.

After all, the slogan "Let capitalist democracy benefit the entire universe" is right there, and this is also a civilization with colonies on several planets...

Ok……

Xue's Law seems to have figured out why the coordinates of this thing are being broadcast throughout the universe.

He originally intended to attract interstellar fleets, but it seems that more than a month later, he has attracted something even more significant...

"Do you agree?" another apostle asked.

"Forget it, it's tough to crack." Xue Luding dissipated the information formed from the black mist in front of him, then silently retreated behind the group.

The other apostles didn't say much and continued their discussion. Not long after, another apostle seemed to have taken over the civilization, but Xue's Law was no longer included in the original share of the fruits.

He didn't argue, but just silently observed the rules here.

What follows is all information of dubious significance. For them, anything that can be discussed openly is of little importance. The truly useful information can only be obtained through intelligence exchange or by paying a price.

Of course, some people also wanted to talk to Xue about the "orchard". One apostle wanted to sell his orchard to him, on the condition that he first hand over 8 fruits. Only after the loan of 8 fruits was paid off would he receive the harvest.

Xue Law: "..."

So your villainous organization is also involved in a large-scale loan business, huh?

Finally, the free trading period ends.

Xue Dinglu opened his eyes. It was still late at night, and the streetlights outside were casting a soft glow.

"Super Iron Curtain..." Xue Luding murmured the name in his heart.

He then immediately went to the consciousness space, activated the modifier to place five layers of barriers around himself, and then opened a portal to the Super Iron Curtain in the most conspicuous way in an instant, and unleashed the modifier's functions without restraint.

Then, after the world consciousness reacted, it instantly exited and interrupted the teleportation, while simultaneously using a mod to confuse the surrounding spatial coordinates.

After doing all this, Xue Dinglu breathed a sigh of relief. He had only exposed the modifier's permissions in the most arrogant way to remind the world consciousness of the Super Iron Curtain, forcibly awakening the consciousness of that world.

This is at most a tripping tactic for the upcoming Black Mist Council apostles. When they arrive, they won't be able to launch a sneak attack or elbow strike on the World Consciousness. Instead, they will have to face a lucid World Consciousness that seems to be in its prime and in a state of rage.

As for the Super Iron Curtain...

This is a civilization that glorifies the survival of the fittest; you can't only glorify the survival of the fittest when you are strong.

After doing all this, Xue Law still felt unsafe, fearing that his coordinates would be traced. So he used the modifier again to release countless spatial disturbance spells before finally exiting the five-fold barrier.

"We'll see how that apostle fares in his great battle against the world's consciousness at its peak," Xue Dinglu said.

Generally speaking, apostles attack the world consciousness by sneak attack, but now that Xue Law has forcibly awakened the world consciousness, he is really curious whether the world consciousness of the Super Iron Curtain can defeat an apostle.

If they win, it proves that the world consciousness's home-based combat capabilities are at least strong. If they still fail, then Xue's Law must deploy an even stronger defense on Earth.

The Black Mist Council meets once a year on "God's Sunday." Xue's calculations show that one God's Sunday for the council is about 7 days in Earth time.

The apostle might not even set off for the next Sunday; it's estimated that we'll have to wait a while longer.

He felt that a simple world consciousness was not safe enough, so he took out the interstellar column's message board again and wrote the information on it.

Hopefully, the Starfleet will take the intelligence he left behind seriously. If they're lucky, they could ambush and kill an Apostle there.

I checked the time; it was 3 a.m.

He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Today, the four little girls came home. In the afternoon, he went online to look at some children's beds and spent a lot of time making a few for them. He also tidied up two storage rooms for them to rest in.

He still had to outwit and outmaneuver the Black Mist Council members that night, and he felt the exhaustion of the entire day creeping over him.

……

The next morning, Xue Dinglu left home after breakfast. He had to go to school, firstly to return the leave slip he had submitted last time to the department head, and secondly because he had skipped classes for more than a week again.

My aunt should be able to handle the four kids in the family. If that doesn't work, she can just put cartoons on for them, as long as they don't watch Haihu, anything will do.

As for what the old Demon Emperor said about turning those two children into strategists with extraordinary wisdom in just a few months...

Let alone a kid in his early twenties, even a proper college student who only has a few months to study and then travels over there with only his knowledge would probably struggle to even become a minor official.

Let them learn as much as they can. Xue's Law can only suggest teaching them historical lessons, how to use dragon-slaying techniques, and downloading a few simulation strategy games for them to learn from. Ultimately, how much they learn depends on themselves.

As Xue Luding was leaving, Xiaolongniang seemed to be encouraged by the other children to come to the door to say goodbye to Xue Luding.

"Goodbye, Dad..." Little Dragon Mother waved to Xue Dinglu.

At this moment, Xue Dinglu felt that raising this unlucky child wasn't so bad after all, considering the emotional value it provided.

"And my cowardice," Little Dragon Girl added.

Xue Law: "..."

Wait, something's not right. On his way to school, Xue Luding kept repeating the words Xiaolongniang had told him. He felt the sentence structure was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, and when Xiaolongniang said those words, he instantly got goosebumps.

He took out his phone and searched for this sentence structure.

Then his face instantly darkened. This is a famous line from the tale of killing one's father to attain enlightenment, and it was spoken by Little Dragon Girl...

Xue Dinglu put down his bicycle and happened to see a supermarket near the parking spot.

"Do you have Seven Wolves belts?" he asked the supermarket staff.

"Yes, sir. Over there is the belts and clothing section, and that's where you can find Seven Wolves belts," the staff member said.

Xue Daolu quietly changed his belt to a Seven Wolves brand one, preparing to give his daughter a big surprise when he got home.

……

The morning classes passed quickly.

The hype surrounding Xue's Law has likely died down considerably by now, at least you won't be stared at like a monkey by your classmates anymore.

Furthermore, because he rarely comes to school now, even his classmates are not very familiar with him. When he entered the classroom wearing a mask, many people did not recognize him.

During class, my aunt sent me a message on WeChat.

"May flowers bloom and wealth abound: I'm planning to buy some clothes for the kids, would you like to take a look at the styles?"

Xue: No need, just buy whatever you think is best.

His family isn't short of money, so he can buy whatever he wants. After all, shopping is a part of life. If he relied entirely on Xue's Law to realize his fantasies, he wouldn't have much artistic talent.

Xue Lude looked at his phone while simultaneously watching the countdown in his consciousness space.

The next passenger was about to arrive. He checked the time; the class was about to end.

Xue Law was well prepared this time. Although the old Demon Emperor had reached a consensus with Xue Law last time and their subsequent interactions were quite pleasant.

In the end, the old Demon Emperor went to another world to unify the land. He wanted to carve out a place for himself in that world full of beast-eared girls and then apply all the knowledge he had learned on Earth to that world.

One day in the future, I will return to my homeland with my true "people" and teach those warmongering barbarians a lesson.

What does it mean to be a race that is more warlike and bloodthirsty than you, while also being more cultured, more determined, and pursuing peace? This is the understanding the old Demon Emperor gave: to create a pure world filled with martial virtue.

This time, Xue's Law even began to wonder who the new passenger would be.

Every time this happens, it feels like a scratch-off lottery, and I never know if I'll win a big prize or just say thank you for your patronage next time.

I hope a true expert will come, preferably a level 6 expert, so that I can just ignore everything and lead the expert to storm the Black Mist Council, and show them how I can burn that council to ashes.

If we had someone of rank 5 or higher, Xue's Law could try to ambush an Apostle on the other side of the Super Iron Curtain and see if he could take him down in an instant with a sneak attack and intelligence.

As the countdown reached zero, a foul stench suddenly filled the air.

Xue Luding frowned; he instantly understood the source of the stench.

This is the stench caused by the rotting of a corpse. At this level, the body must be crawling with worms.

Undead? Undead again?

Or is it the kind of rotting undead, some kind of hateful butcher, or a monster that kills people with the plague?
Xue's Law quickly found the source of the decay: an angel whose body was pierced by rusty iron chains and hung from a pillar.
That was the only word that came to his mind instantly.

It was a creature similar to the stereotypical "angel," but at this moment, she was completely rotting.

Rusty iron chains pierced through her shoulder blades, her heart, and her lower abdomen. Her body was highly decomposed, with only a few barely intact areas revealing her original appearance.

She slightly raised her head, and half of her face could barely be identified as that of a young girl, but the other half was disgusting, rotting flesh.

Through her rotting, gaping chest, one could see that her body was completely empty; her internal organs and all her internal systems seemed to have long since vanished in the slow decay.

Xue Lude instantly deduced her identity based on her behavior.

A girl, a race similar to angels in stereotypes, is suffering endless torment and seems to be dying from torture.

No... you can't judge a girl based on her appearance. Maybe the males of their race are more beautiful than the females, or maybe they look like teenagers even when they get old.

In the world of beast-eared girls, boys there only begin to shed their "feminine" traits after the age of twenty, no longer resembling Xiao Nanliang.

Most importantly, the way she died...

Half of the wings had become a skeleton covered in rotting flesh, while the other half was only attached to a few disgusting, decaying feathers.

However, her strength is... Rank 0...

Strength that is no different from that of an ordinary person.

　Today's second chapter will be a little later, around 2 PM.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)