My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Chapter 380 The Demon Within

Although it was unclear why a soul could have a physical body, Old Barak's face was swollen to the point of resembling a pig's head.

He had just gone up to pull and tug at Xue Luding when he discovered that this little brat actually dared to resist. He decided to go all the way and teach the kid a lesson right here. Old foxes are spicier than young dogs. He had taught this kid both physical skills and swordsmanship, and he could see through his flaws at a glance. He would show him the fighting skills of an old master.

Then he got brutally beaten, not because of a difference in skill. He had seen through Xue's moves countless times, and then he was beaten until his head was a pig's head.

Skills are only useful when the literal data is similar. The value of Schrödinger's Law is estimated to be more than twice that of the old undead, making it as easy for a young man to beat up an old man.

Xue's Law also experienced the charm of numerical monsters for the first time. Without any skills, he could make Old Barak sweat profusely by interspersing basic attacks with normal attacks. It was no problem for him to miss two moves, as long as the normal attacks didn't miss.

Originally, Xue Dinglu was not planning to make a move, because he was afraid that he might accidentally shatter Old Deng's soul, and then he would have to kneel down and beg him not to die.

However, this old guy lacked sportsmanship and was a bit too ruthless. When he realized he was about to lose, he got a little anxious and even tried to use dirty tricks on Xue Luding. So, Xue Luding eventually went up and threw a couple of punches, and the old guy calmed down.

"No way, how can you hit an old man like that?" Old Barak had a black eye, and even with Alora's Holy Light shining on his face, it wasn't very effective.

Since it is a soul, this is probably the appearance reflected by the soul.

"Who told you to be so unruly?" Xue Dinglu felt no remorse whatsoever. In fact, he thought those two punches were too light and that he should have been hit a few more times to show him what a real dirty trick was.

Old Barak discovered that even the Holy Light couldn't restore his eye sockets here, and he couldn't win arguments with Xue Dalu either. He could do nothing but jump up and down in anger. Every time he was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, he would shrink back when he saw Xue Dalu raise his fist.

Because Xue Dalu has no concept of respecting the elderly and caring for the young; he's the kind of guy who would actually kick an old man's leg like crazy.

So he decided to avoid seeing it altogether and went to visit his two great-granddaughters.

"Oh dear, my granddaughters are still playing musical instruments. Could you teach them to their grandfather?"

"Wow, Grandpa Panda, would you like to learn to play the drums?" Little Dragon Girl asked.

“Sure, sure, I played the drums when I was young.” Old Barak laughed. He had been a drummer in the war when he was young, the kind of person who was responsible for drumming the advance.

Xue Dinglu stopped paying attention to the three guys making a ruckus and said, "Thank you for your help."

“What’s the trouble?” Alora placed her hand directly on Xue’s chest, and all the holy light poured into it.

Xue Lu felt the feedback from the holy light, which was a high-level application of the holy light, namely the ability to create a holy light barrier and heal with holy light.

It is said that Xue's Holy Light originated from Old Barak, which resulted in his Holy Light being of the type that is all about damage and illumination, with virtually no defensive or healing capabilities.

Therefore, his Holy Light spells are mostly offensive types like the Eight-Point Light Wheel, and he has never been able to use the higher-level uses of Holy Light.

Now, while receiving treatment, I am also experiencing a higher level of holy light and gradually learning how to do so.

Meanwhile, in the consciousness space, the little witch in the dormitory was furious, but it was to no avail, because she couldn't even leave the consciousness space.

After all, she is now a purer soul, the kind that can't even materialize her soul, so she can't leave Xue Dinglu's body.

So even now, seeing Alora place her hand on Xue's heart, all he can do is sulk here, bury himself in a pillow, and try to avoid seeing it.

"I'm back." Fafnir's voice came from outside. However, just as she was about to get all worked up, she immediately deflated when she saw that it was a familiar face. She silently went to Xue Dinglu's side, greeted him, and then went to help in the kitchen.

"Did you talk to Fafnir?" Xue asked.

“Yes, we talked for a long time. That girl really likes you, it’s the kind of pure liking, so a little chat and some encouragement were enough,” Alora said with a smile.

"Oh," Xue replied calmly.

He seemed unsurprised and showed little reaction to what the Pope said.

"Your void hasn't expanded, which is a good thing. At the same time, there are more and more connections bypassing the void. As long as you don't continue to use that power, there won't be much of a problem once the routes around the void are long enough to build bridges over it," the Pope said, withdrawing her hand.

"Yes, thank you," Xue said with a smile.

He looked at the [Sand of Flowing Light] on his chest. For some reason, after today's high jump, the sand seemed to have increased a lot. Xue Luding was a little confused. Were many people watching him when he did the high jump?
He had only been persuaded by the little witch to jump around on the playground, and now the sand in the [Sand of Flowing Light] had increased by more than half. Now he could use Genesis for at least 5 minutes without any energy replenishment.

This high jump was equivalent to what I had collected over the previous few days.

This also means that, as the Pope said, he is no longer affected by the power. As long as the power does not continue to strengthen, the Sands of Flowing Light can gradually build a bridge in his emotions and make him return to the way he was before.

Once he learns the advanced level of Holy Light, he can use it to limit his current authority. If he can't eliminate the authority, he can at least prevent it from expanding further, essentially setting up a self-seal.

Perhaps this is what Mom and others want to see?
Xue Lude thought to himself that he didn't really care about himself at all, but he was willing to do it so that his mother and his family could feel a little better.

Soon, the food was served, and old Barak, who was playing "Miracle Again" with the two little girls, sat down at the table feeling very comfortable.

During dinner, Fafnir kept serving food to Xue Lude, while Xue Lude kept serving food to Xiaolongniang. Xiaolongniang accepted everything and ate it all.

The whole dinner table was quite lively, but inside her consciousness space, Su Su watched this scene with a burning desire. She wanted to join in, but she couldn't leave her consciousness space at all. She could only cling tightly to her shrine maiden outfit, looking outside like a helpless wife.

"Let's eat something together." Xue Dinglu handed a whole bowl of untouched food to Su Su.

The little witch paused for a moment, then said, "Didn't that girl call you?"

"Eat something, it's not good to just eat bread every day," Xue said with a smile.

Although Xue's bread-making technique can transform other organic matter into bread with all sorts of strange flavors, it is still cold. It's better to give the little girl inside the body a hot one so that she can feel a sense of participation.

It also allowed her to taste Earth's cuisine, which was probably the first time she had ever eaten Earth's food.

"Mmm...delicious..." The little witch immediately stopped caring who served her the food and just sat on the dormitory table, shoveling food into her mouth.

After a hearty meal, the old ghost and Alora prepared to leave.

"Grandpa Panda, remember to bring KFC when you have a holiday tomorrow!" Little Dragon Girl still couldn't forget about KFC.

"Grandpa will take the day off early tomorrow to come see his little granddaughter!" Old Barak said with a smile.

As they walked out the door, Xue Dinglu silently took out a ticket from his hand and said, "Old Deng, this is Daigo's autograph. I got one when I had time."

For a moment, old Barak stared blankly at the ticket in his hand, then his hands trembled as he took it. At this moment, he was completely different from his shameless old man before, and he accepted the ticket with great care.

"You've already seen Daigo? How is he now?"

"I'm very happy, but he's getting old, probably over fifty now, and his health isn't what it used to be," Xue Dinglu said.

“Yes, even Daigo is so old…” Old Barak sighed, “Does he still have concerts? I’d like to take some time to go see him when I have a long vacation…”

"I think so."

"That's good then, goodbye, Xue boy..." The old ghost left, still feeling quite melancholy as he departed, whether from hearing that Da Gu was already over fifty or from learning that his health was not what it used to be.

But in any case, he has fulfilled one of his dreams.

……

Back home, Xue Luding looked at Fafnir, who was packing her things, her aunt who was asleep on the sofa, and her two daughters who had been noisy but had quieted down after seeing their aunt asleep.

"Does Auntie often sleep like this now?" Xue Dinglu quietly asked the two children.

"Hmm...it seems so. Grandma is getting more and more sleepy. Now she's only awake during mealtimes and when she's doing laundry. She's asleep the rest of the time," Little Dragon's mother said.

"Dad, is Grandma having some kind of health problem?" Little Dragon's mother asked. "No, she's fine. Okay, you two go to sleep too." Xue Dinglu carried his aunt back to her room and covered her with a blanket.

After finishing her work, she picked up her second daughter's flowerpot and watered it herself. Compared to her eldest daughter's boisterousness, her second daughter was a quiet little girl.

She's just too quiet. She spends 20 hours a day planting herself in a flowerpot, comfortably sprawling in it.

"Dad, is that light still there?" Little Tree Mother asked.

"Light? Holy light?" Xue Luding suddenly thought, if this little girl spends 20 hours a day planting herself in a flowerpot, how can she still photosynthesize?

Or, can holy light perform photosynthesis?

Xue Daolu silently rubbed a small ball of light, then used magic to make it float above his second daughter's head. The next moment, the little tree mother seemed to be enjoying herself, and she completely slumped lazily in the flowerpot, fully absorbing the light emitted by the holy light ball.

Xue Law: "..."

It's actually photosynthesizing?
Seeing that his youngest daughter was sleeping comfortably, Xue Dinglu did not disturb her.

Only Xiaolongniang was still causing trouble. Xue Daolu looked around and saw that his two daughters were now living in the same room, and this guy was also making a fuss. So Xue Daolu said, "I'll take you to the school to play."

"Yeah."

The next instant, Little Dragon Girl arrived in the consciousness space, this subspace.

She saw the sacred tree in the distance with great curiosity, and then tears streamed down her face.

Xue Luding shrugged. It seemed that all dragons were like this, unable to move once they saw the divine tree. So Xue Luding had previously been worried that the little dragon girl might eat her own sister because she was greedy.

However, it seems that Little Dragon Girl is not interested in her own sister, but is very interested in the other divine trees.

Previously, Su Su wanted to meet the Little Dragon Girl, so Xue Luding brought his daughter to see the lonely little witch. After all, she was the only one in the entire academy. Although she could see the outside world through Xue Luding's perspective, she would still feel a bit lonely.

Humans are social animals after all, and given that Su Su had previously stated that she was essentially the same as Xiao Long Niang, Xue Dinglu brought his eldest daughter along.

"Wow, the little girl is so cute." When Su Su saw the little dragon girl, the instinctive feeling of "kindred spirits" made her very happy, and she immediately went up to touch the little dragon girl's head and horns.

Little Dragon Girl looked at the older sister with a blank expression, then turned to look at Xue Dinglu.

"Call her whatever you want, sister or aunt is fine," Xue Dinglu said casually. "You can play here, and leave when you're tired. I'm off now."

"Oh! Auntie..." Little Dragon Girl called out tentatively.

"Sigh!" Su Su really liked this cute little girl, and even felt a sense of kinship with her. She immediately pulled the little dragon girl and started making a ruckus throughout the entire magic academy. After all, there were only the two of them here now. Except for the treasure room and the library, which were not open to Xue Luding, Xue Luding had opened up all other places.

……

Late at night, Xue Dinglu seemed to have once again sunk into that dream.

The dream of Faust.

The world remains the same: the descendants of nobles are nobles, the descendants of gangsters are gangsters, and the descendants of prostitutes are still prostitutes...

Nothing changed. Over the years, all his plans were rejected, so he stopped thinking about making changes and, like other mystical aristocrats, began to give up, drifting along and living a dissolute life.

This delighted the other nobles, who then sent their daughters to Faust.

Faust did not refuse; he accepted all the noble ladies sent to him. Soon, his mansion had hundreds of concubines, which reassured all the other nobles. The 12th Apostle watched all this with a smile from beginning to end.

They possess the power to cleanse the earth's surface, and given enough time, Faust alone could set up a vast network of eyes that span the entire world, easily managing all the grassroots levels.

However, he couldn't do it. The resistance he encountered in any action was much greater than he had imagined. But as long as he didn't think about doing anything practical, hundreds of noble ladies would soon be sent to his home.

Really...

Faust laughed as he began to indulge in debauchery, taking any girl he could get his hands on and partying every night. He even managed to be the groom every night, as if he had completely fallen into depravity, waking up every day to be surrounded by white thighs and breasts.

He seemed to have completely fallen into depravity, indulging in such a world.

One piece of intelligence after another was sent out from Faust Palace, and all the other nobles and their colleagues in the Chorus were very satisfied.

This is exactly what they wanted to see; the best scenario would be for Faust to do nothing.

Therefore, they began to intensify their efforts, sending their daughters, granddaughters, nieces...

Faust accepted all comers, and an even larger mansion was built next to his mansion. He seemed to be completely immersed in the beauty of the body and the warmth of the breasts, reveling every night and having a great time... or so?

Faust awoke once again from the embrace that bound his chest and thighs, his eyes more terrifying than anyone else's.

After such a long period of indulgence, the demons in his heart have not diminished, but have instead grown stronger. And by feigning weakness during this period, he finally got what he wanted.

Divine Descent Technique

The most powerful technique to connect with another outer god through communication with the outer god!

This world is beyond saving. Only other Outer Gods can deal with Mephisto, or even the other Apostle behind Mephisto.

In fact, Faust desired a war-mongering Outer God, preferably...

Destroy the world!

Destroy everything, prostitutes, gangsters, nobles, and hymns!

Burn this world to ashes, leave nothing behind!
"My lord, you're awake?" The young lady beside him also seemed to have woken up, and without any hesitation, she pressed herself against Faust, her soft breasts pressing against his body to create beautiful curves.

The demon in my heart laughed wildly, as if mocking me, or perhaps it was a sarcastic remark.

The seductive sounds emanating from Faust's mansion had not ceased for countless days.

The other members of the Singing Society were laughing at the next meeting, even though Faust was absent, they still couldn't stop laughing.

Just as they were thinking about where to get another batch of girls to send to Faust, the whole world trembled in the next instant, and they were stunned, not knowing what had happened.

Only Mephisto looked in that direction with horror, because he sensed a familiar spell there.

That is the Divine Descent Technique!
He couldn't sit still any longer, and when he opened the portal and arrived at Faust's mansion, the entire mansion was filled with blood and severed limbs.

The noble ladies were scattered on the ground, their bodies forming the structure of this mystical ritual, their blood becoming the core of the spell.

The blood-stained Faust laughed maniacally, like a demon, like a madman. Behind him lay a pile of "noble ladies," their disbelieving, distorted faces seeming to be telling a story, as if they were pleading for something.

And Faust dances in this hellish painting, like an elegant gentleman, performing a beautiful dance, as graceful as a gentleman straight out of a textbook, his monocle reflecting blood-red advertisements, dancing gracefully under the moonlight.

"Thank you all for providing me with the material." He looked at his fellow members of the hymn society, showed no fear, and gracefully bowed before continuing his dance.

"The time for the gods to descend has come; let us destroy the world!"

These lyrics were sung during a dance performance.

(End of this chapter)