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Chapter 323 The Idiot Arrives on Earth
Once everyone except the Ninth Apostle had arrived, the Mist Council convened once more.

This time, however, the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

"Gentlemen, this meeting is held here, and also to inform you that our friend who has been with us for nearly a million years, the Ninth Apostle, Judgment-Tavi, has perished in the siege and relentless attack of the enemy. This tragedy is something no one wanted to see, but it serves as a warning to you all."

"The ruling—Tavi's position remains intact and will forever stand in Parliament, serving as a warning to everyone that we cannot lose our caution and reverence. That's all I have to say."

After the leader on the main seat finished speaking, he remained silent. Perhaps He was not familiar with the Ninth Apostle, or perhaps He simply had this attitude towards everyone.

Then, when it was time for normal communication, everyone fell silent. Originally, the topic was supposed to be to continue the Xinghai Project and discuss how to increase the planet's population through various means, but because of the death of the Ninth Apostle, no one had any such plans.

"Heh, it seems like we've got a rat infiltrated our ranks this time," the Sixth Apostle said first, his gaze fixed on the last few people, including Xue Luding.

Xue Dinglu remained expressionless, but inwardly he was filled with doubt.

Has it been exposed? When?
After all, half of the Ninth Apostle's body was recycled by Xue Lude, and his ashes were turned into golden fertilizer and fed into the roots of the Insect-Eating Tree. The remaining wasted energy was allowed to drift into the consciousness space.

But Xue Dinglu wouldn't just jump out of boredom, and in fact, his identity in the council was fake; he was actually the mystic Brinton in disguise.

Even if exposed, Xue's Law has only lost the skin of the mystic Brinton, but the location of the home planet may be revealed.

He had already begun to consider how to escape if he were exposed, how to sell Brinton's suit, and how to ensure that the coordinates of the solar system were not revealed.

The universe is so vast that the probability of encountering a corresponding planet is even smaller than the probability of finding a corresponding grain of sand in the ocean. As long as the coordinates are not exposed, the other side will never be able to find you, no matter how hard they try.

If the coordinates are accidentally exposed, Xue's Law can only consider finding an interstellar column to shift the orbit of the solar system to a more remote part of the Milky Way.

Even a slight deviation can lead to a significant difference from the original coordinates in just a few dozen days.

That's all it will do to drive astronomers and geologists on Earth crazy; it's not a big deal.

Just as Xue Lude had already mentally prepared for the worst and devised several escape plans, Number Eleven next to him said with dissatisfaction, "Heh, an apostle with a subspace was actually attacked and killed? I can't understand why there would be such a stupid guy, and your first reaction is this?"

His tone was extremely arrogant, and he seemed to completely disregard the Sixth Apostle.

"But who has almost been killed by Number Nine on their own home planet?" The Sixth Apostle retorted without backing down.

Xue Law: “?”

He looked around and, sure enough, the Sixth Apostle's gaze had been on Number Eleven, not on him. It was just that he was too close to Number Eleven and his gaze was caught in the eye.
Are they enemies?

With just a few sentences, Xue's Law can deduce a great deal of information.

Number Nine and Number Six should know each other or be close business partners, while Number Eleven seems to have a grudge against Number Nine. So after Number Nine died, Number Six immediately suspected Number Eleven.

At the same time, it seems that Number Eleven's home planet was invaded by Number Nine, which means that Number Nine at least knew the location of Number Eleven's home planet. This seems to make Number Six even more convinced that he was the one who leaked information about Number Nine, thus causing His death.

Watching the two locked in a fierce confrontation, Xue Luding, the traitor who was truly preparing for his final supper, remained perfectly hidden, quietly observing the drama from behind the scenes.

Fight! Fight! Exciting!

If the environment hadn't been unsuitable, Xue's Law would have been ready to applaud.

However, he remained vigilant, keeping a close eye on both sides until Number Four stepped forward and said, "Alright, let's stop. Don't make these unnecessary and unfounded speculations anymore."

Number Six also remained silent. He did indeed suspect there was a mole, and the first person he suspected was naturally Number Eleven, who had a grudge against Number Nine.

However, this was just suspicion. After all, in the entire council, perhaps only Number Eleven, besides himself, knew the most about Number Nine and was the most likely to take action.

Despite his reluctance, he did not continue the topic.

After all, it was just a guess.

The meeting proceeded uneventfully, mainly focusing on how Number Nine died. Although she was the weakest member of the council besides Xue Dinglu, she was still a count-level expert, and if she wanted to escape, the enemy would have no chance of stopping her.

He was clearly forced to be worn down and killed because his escape route was completely cut off.

In the end, no substantial information was obtained. Number Six still suspected that Number Eleven had killed Number Nine, while the others were basically trying to get information from each other to see if the other had any more information.

The meeting passed in this atmosphere of mutual suspicion. Although the apostles at the front seemed indifferent, those at the back seemed to be beginning to distrust each other.

When the meeting ended, Xue Luding looked at the slightly brightening sky and rubbed his temples.

Information is scarce, but knowing that Number Eleven and Number Nine have a conflict is enough. As for information about the other apostles, it remains unknown to Xue's Law.

But he still has plenty of time. Number Nine was the first to die, but he certainly wasn't the last.

However, this incident also served as a reminder to him that he must conceal himself when he makes a move in the future, and at the same time, he must not make enemies with any of the apostles, otherwise, he will be the first to be suspected after he makes his move.

After thinking for a while, Xue Dinglu also realized that although they all belonged to the Mist Council, it seemed that there were small groups among the Apostles, and the internal situation was actually quite disorganized. Moreover, they would still attack their own people.

They might even have fought each other over ranches.

He rubbed his forehead and suddenly paused, wondering when he had been thinking about using underhanded tactics all this time?

It seems that ever since Greece, he has become accustomed to scheming and plotting, but his schemes are still not ruthless enough or skillful enough, just like this time when he almost lost his own suit.

Let's go and learn from Odysseus when the time comes.

After thinking about these things, Xue looked out the window. The sky was gradually getting whiter, and the dampness of the early morning brought a touch of coolness.

He looked at the schedule and saw that not only was today full of classes, but tomorrow's classes would also be rescheduled to make up for the classes missed during the 7-day holiday.

Xue Law: "..."

After outwitting and outmaneuvering the apostles, do we still have to outwit and outmaneuver our teacher?
Or should we run away?

……

During breakfast, looking at the drowsy Little Dragon Girl, White Crow, and Siamese, as well as Fafnir who was reciting modern history points while eating, Xue Dinglu began to relax from thinking about the apostles.

"By the way, where is the child?" Aunt asked Xue Dinglu while wiping the drool from the corner of Xiaolongniang's mouth.

The aunt was naturally asking about Xue's youngest daughter, the insect-eating tree, whom she had also met.

Xue Luding then remembered the unfortunate child. She hadn't spoken for so long in the consciousness space that Xue Luding had almost forgotten about her. It seemed that the child had stopped speaking after he turned the Ninth Apostle's corpse into Jin Ke La.

Fearing something might have gone wrong, he immediately checked his consciousness space and found that Little Tree Mother seemed to be asleep. This was what made Xue Lude feel uneasy. Can trees sleep? She shouldn't have that ability, right?
Soon, Xue's Law discovered the change in the Seed of the World: the seed split open, and it seemed that a seedling was blooming on the Seed of the World.

Even with the naked eye, the saplings are gradually growing stronger.

Only then did he remember what his mother had said: the Ninth Apostle's body would help Little Tree Mother grow and take human form.

After all, the Divine Tree itself blossoms and bears fruit by absorbing spiritual energy, and the apostle's half-body is one of the most spiritually potent treasures.

Back inside, Xue Dinglu explained, "She should be transforming into human form. She should come out in a few days."

"Yay, my little sister is coming! I'm not the youngest anymore!" Little Dragon Girl put her hands on her hips, looking like she was going to be the older sister, seemingly never quite satisfied with being the youngest member of the family.

Although she was actually half a head taller than Fafnir, that was because Fafnir was too short. Xue Luding pinched the little guy's face hard, suspecting that even if Little Tree Mother appeared at home, this silly child would still be completely fooled by his sister.

Forget it, let them be.

As he was getting ready to go to school and leave home, Fafnir suddenly said, "Teacher, I have an exam tomorrow, it will last for two days."

"Hmm?" Xue Dinglu looked at the child, then thought about his own school tomorrow, and said, "Then I'll take you to the exam venue tomorrow. Is it over in the science building? I know that place very well."

"Okay!" Fafnir left immediately, seemingly energized to study again.

Thinking about what kind of expression she would have if she knew that the class times for part-time and full-time university students were completely different, Xue Dinglu suddenly had a bit of a urge to tease her.

But since things have come to this, let's go to class first.

……

While Xue was attending classes, he watched the Seed of the World sprout and grow.

A clumsy teleportation portal opened in Jiangcheng.

The moment the old ghost Barak opened the door, he saw a bustling street with cars and people, delivery drivers flashing like yellow lights as they weaved through the traffic, and all sorts of shops and signs.

And that familiar, sweet-smelling air!

"Hehe, it's done! Alora, look, I told you the coordinates were right, it's done! Everything is done! You naturally evil little devil Xue, and Daigo, I, Barak, am back! I've finally found this place!" The old man was so happy he almost jumped for joy.

When he saw the familiar vehicles and streets, Barack was moved to tears.

He finally returned here, back to the world where the dream began.

Here are Xue Xiaozi, Daigo, Ultraman Tiga, and countless other strange and wonderful things. This place seems to be his Garden of Eden. For old Barak, the Empire and that world have long since lost their connection.

If it weren't for Alora, he wouldn't even want to care about anything there. He had always wanted to find Earth's coordinates, and he missed this world, which felt like his second home, terribly.

Whether it's the inherently evil Xue Xiaozi or Daigu.

Behind the portal, the former High Priestess Alora, dressed in leather armor as an adventurer, slowly walked into this world.

Seeing such a bustling city with her own eyes, she was instantly awestruck.

Previously, she had only seen a corner of a modern city in Ultraman on her phone, but it was like looking at flowers through a fog. After seeing this bustling city with her own eyes, she was truly shocked.

However, the former pope said directly, "Grandpa, I already said that Ultraman is fake; it should just be another form of opera."

“I’m telling the truth, and I mean it. Do you think you know more than me? Let me tell you, right there in Salem, Boston, I, Xue, and that little girl named Hermin, turned into light together, just like when we fought Gatanothor. Your grandpa really did turn into light, and together with Xue, we controlled the Giant of Light and fired a laser at that giant tree thousands of meters tall! Why don’t you believe me?”

Old Barack always boasted to his granddaughter about his past achievements. He used to doubt whether the light was real, but after Boston transformed into the light, he stubbornly believed that there must be a giant of light in this world, that the light was real, and that he believed in the light.

"Sigh, Grandpa, you... fine, fine, you're right, you really did become light, didn't you..." Alora was speechless at her grandfather's antics.

She also watched the video where her grandfather praised Ultraman, and well...

It's like a fairy tale for children...

But Grandpa actually believed it to be true, and even said that he had transformed into the Giant of Light.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. Her grandfather had always been like this, so stubborn, he wouldn't listen to anything she said.

But there was nothing she could do; after all, he was her last remaining relative.

Barak, having lived in the modern world for a few days, was far more familiar with the former female pope than she was, and immediately began to introduce her.

"Alola, look, those are cars, like the ones the GUTS ground forces drive. They can move people without any magic. And those in the sky are drones. And that tall tower in the distance is the signal source that people in this world have been using all along..."

"Look, we've finally arrived! Over there is a school, a place where children go to school. In this world, any child can study normally and doesn't have to go hungry. And over there, that's a hospital, where anyone can get treatment and medicine at incredibly low prices. And there's a park, a commercial street, and residential buildings... We're back! We're finally back!"

Old Barak introduced the world to his granddaughter as if it were his own treasure. He actually only knew a little about this place, but he was so happy that even though he only knew the names of many things, he wanted to tell his loved ones about what he liked.

Perhaps, for him, this world truly is as beautiful as a white moonlight.

In his most perilous, disheartening, and painful moments, when he was betrayed by the entire empire and abandoned by the world, it was the story of that friend Daigo in this world that lifted him up.

Similarly, it was that Xue Luding kid who seemed to have truly practiced the same behavior as Daigo, which allowed him to completely get rid of the body of the dead and regain his former noble demeanor.

For him, this world was as beautiful as a dream, and he would even dream of living in this world for only a few short days.

And now, the dream has come true!
Breathing in the air of this world, he seemed to find even the technological scent in the air to be incredibly sweet.

"Come on, I'll take you to find Xue Xiaozi and Da Gu. I want to go to Da Gu's concert and get his autograph and take a picture with him!" The old man was thinking about chasing after his idols again.

He couldn't wait to take his granddaughter, but when he arrived at the intersection, he suddenly froze.

Where is Xue's house again?
Old Barak knew roughly what the area around Xue's house looked like, but now, in this suburban area, seeing this beautiful world of steel and concrete, he completely lost his sense of direction.

Where exactly does Xue Xiaozi live?
He immediately scratched his head, desperately searching his memory for information about Xue Dinglu's neighborhood.

However, he was a bit eccentric during that period, and Xue Dinglu was actually quite a homebody before that, not going out much, especially when Old Barak was constantly bothering him in his consciousness space, he went out even less.

This meant that he only knew what Xue Dinglu's house and the neighboring vegetable market looked like, and he was completely clueless about other information.

"Wait a minute, Grandpa, you don't actually know the way, do you?" Alora looked at old Barak with a look of utter disbelief.

"Um... well... actually, if you just dump me in that area, I should still be able to recognize which house belongs to Xue Xiaozi..." the old ghost awkwardly tried to cover up.

"So you're saying you don't recognize this place at all?"

"You can't say that. At least I'm quite familiar with this world. Give me some time, and I'll be able to find it..." Old Barak felt a little embarrassed. He quickly found a higher slope and began to observe the terrain of the entire Jiangcheng, trying to find a place that matched the house in his memory.

However, the city of Jiangcheng is too large, and being the provincial capital with its towering skyscrapers, it makes the search even more difficult.

After looking around, the old man scratched his head, feeling that everything seemed possible, but nothing quite seemed quite right.

"Um, let's go in and take a look first..." Old Barak scratched his head, looking quite embarrassed.

"So you still haven't found it?" Alora stared with dead fish eyes; she was completely impressed by this old man.

"Cough cough, it's not a big problem. With the size of this city, we can just search the whole city and we'll definitely find it. It won't take more than thirty days..." Old Barak hurriedly tried to salvage the situation.

"Sigh, let's go then." She could only sigh, and at the same time, she felt the rules of this world.

Magic is almost completely banned! Every bit of magic used is permanently depleted.

And so, an old man and a beautiful, mature woman dressed as a wandering knight stepped into this unfamiliar yet bustling city.

(End of this chapter)