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When did my aunt develop these symptoms?

Perhaps it was a long time ago, from the time she liked to sleep with the TV on, or from the time she spent most of her time resting, or perhaps it was when another version of herself was very young, that she had already fallen into this semi-hibernating state.

I spend most of the day sleeping, whether on the sofa, in the bedroom, or simply falling asleep on the dining table after dinner.

It was as if the entire body had entered a low-consumption mode, doing everything it could to prolong its lifespan and live a little longer.

How long has it been since I paid attention to my family's condition?
Perhaps it's been a long time, too long, that I've forgotten even Xue's Law. Or maybe it's because I'm gradually becoming forgetful, causing me to quickly forget things that aren't so important.

There may be more things Xue's Law needs to pay attention to, but he has forgotten them now, or perhaps he never cared about them at all, which is why these trivial matters didn't stay in his mind for long.

Xue Dao didn't know if he was affected by the void, or if he was just someone who wouldn't care about such things, or if he had really become a monster no different from the apostles.

However, I am merely an apostle who feeds on apostles.

Several hours later, Mimic King's reply finally came in the chat group.

Your Majesty: What is it? Just say it.
Although it's abstract, the pseudonym of the King of Mimicry is "King of Mimicry".

Although everyone knows that He is not the King, He stubbornly believes that He is the King in person. It is unclear whether He is trying to save face or if this is His true belief.

Sage (Second Generation): This is very important information. Can you guarantee that none of our communications have been leaked to anyone else? No one else, not even anyone in the Starfleet, can know this.

The Mimic King was originally just going through the motions amidst his busy schedule, but after seeing this sentence, he suddenly sat up seriously.

Your Majesty: Please wait.

Your Majesty: Alright, you can speak now.
Sage (Second Generation): The gathering place of the Apostles, you share information about the Mist Council, and I suspect there are Apostle pawns within the Starfleet.
Your Majesty: Wait a moment, I'll add 12 more seals.

Your Majesty: Let's begin...

……

The fruit of the Divine Tree allows one to transcend the constraints of their original race and achieve complete sublimation.

After all, the principle behind the Divine Tree Fruit is that the Divine Tree absorbs the spirituality of the Venerable King and gathers it into fruit. It is only because the broad concept of "human beings" is an individual that has evolved into the Venerable King that it carries a faint trace of the Venerable King's spirituality.

The best way to bear fruit would be to plant the divine tree on the King's remains. The fact that the apostles are now feeding the divine tree with human corpses is merely an inefficient method.

Furthermore, depending on the different convergent evolutions, the population required to produce a single fruit can range from billions to tens of billions, and even the quality of the fruit can vary.

For an ordinary apostle, this time usually ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of years.

Unless you explore entirely new planets, it's unlikely you'll reap the rewards in a short time.

The apostles who consumed the fruit underwent a complete transformation in their essence, because at this moment, the apostles who consumed the fruit were not much different from the mimicking king in terms of their status.

The creation of the Mimic King is a miraculous creation born from the Star Squadron's collection of countless fragments of the King scattered over the years and its practice of the King's ideal of protecting the universe. In essence, it can be seen as a clone of the King.

The apostles who consumed the fruit were monsters who extracted and absorbed the part of the spirit of the King from those races that were converging to evolve into Kings. They were also individuals evolving towards Kings, and the earlier the apostle was, the closer they were to the King.

This was originally a heretical method of cultivation, but it was through this heretical method that the apostles elevated themselves into the most terrifying natural disaster in the entire universe.

Xue Dinglu's opportunity to enter the Mist Council came from the divine tree seed he obtained from the fruit after killing Brinton, which allowed him to successfully enter the Mist Council as Brinton.

If one wants to extend their lifespan through the fruit, the first thing to consider is the forced pull of the Mist Council.

After sharing the information with the Mimic King, even the strongest being in the entire universe remained silent for a while before saying, "On you, I only discovered the subspace anchor point of your consciousness space. I can trace any other special subspace contact, but I have absolutely no way of tracing it back to the Mist Council..."

"There is only one possibility, and that is the Lord of the Mist you mentioned. His power can even deceive me!" said the large ball of light that resembled a spark.

They are now inside the body of the Mimic King in the Star Squadron. This is the Star Squadron's sanctuary and an area that the Mimic King can completely control. There is no risk of intelligence being leaked here.

Xue Dinglu then fell silent.

The worst-case scenario has occurred: even if he revealed everything, he still wouldn't have the power to overturn the table.

The Mist Council, and even the Mimic King, could not trace its origins.

Who exactly is this Lord of the Mist? And why does he possess such power?

Xue's Law does not believe that the Lord of the Mist is stronger than the Mimic King. If He were strong enough, the Mist Council would not need to hide in the Warp like rats hiding in the sewers.

They are able to openly colonize billions of civilizations in the universe, turning the entire universe into their human pasture, completely reaping all the power of the King, and transforming it into the power that allows them to reach the King level and transcend everything.

But they didn't. Instead, they hid themselves very well, like rats in a sewer, not daring to reveal any coordinates related to themselves.

The so-called global catastrophe was merely a result of their cowardice; they only dared to send their own clansmen, whose coordinates would not be revealed, to harvest the population, taking as much as they could.

“Next time you enter the council, I’ll personally examine what’s going on inside me. That might help me find some clues,” said the Mimic King, offering a solution that was hardly a solution at all.

Xue's Law could only nod; they didn't have a better method at the moment.

Xue Law had this doubt since the Mist Council had the technology to transmit information through subspace, while the Mimic King was still working on faster-than-light technology. It seemed that the Mimic King's technical level was much worse than that of the Apostles.

This is not a difference in strength, but merely a difference in technology and mindset. And now, with the Mimicry King unable to trace back to the Mist Council, Xue's Law feels this even more strongly.

At the very least, in terms of technology, the Mist Council is definitely stronger than the Mimic King, and even stronger than the entire Starfleet.

This is also a potential concern, but the Mimic King understands that technology is not something He can break through at will. Just like this inter-world chat group, it was developed based on the fact that the Star Squadron itself had a lot of other alternative communication technologies under research.

The Mimic King simply said that he would do his best, but there were too many things to consider, and He needed to consider not only one aspect of the problem, but the entire overall situation.

Xue Dinglu didn't say anything more. After all, he wasn't a member of the Starship Corps, but just a partner.

Even the identity of this partner was most likely left to him by the Great Sage.

Xue Lu finally said, "Senior Hassan is preparing to explore the deepest part of the subspace the day after tomorrow. Do you think it's necessary to make him wait a while? If we're lucky enough to find the subspace region where the Mist Council is located, we'll have another top-tier combatant."

"No, the day after tomorrow will be the most stable time in the entire warp in tens of thousands of years. If we miss this opportunity, neither Hassan nor I will be able to wait for the next one. The exploration of the warp is also of paramount importance to us. Our current understanding of the warp is only superficial. In this respect, it is far more important than those Apostles who are like a persistent nuisance." The Mimic King said decisively.

Xue Dinglu fell silent again. Perhaps he was really narrow-minded. For the Mimic King, the development and exploration of the subspace might be more important than the combined Apostles and Cataclysms.

He stopped being stubborn, simply said goodbye one last time, and left the interstellar column.

Perhaps, the idea of ​​mimicking the king is correct.

Xue Dinglu thought to himself.

I got home late at night, and then the sound of the television came from the living room again.

Xue looked around and saw that his aunt was asleep on the sofa in the living room. She seemed to have woken up from her coma and come to the living room to watch TV, but for some reason, she seemed to fall asleep right there.

The feedback from the cursed blood indicates that my aunt has only six months left to live...

This is a limitation on lifespan, not a physical limitation.

"Is that Ah Xue?" Aunt's voice suddenly came.

She seems to be a very light sleeper, so light that the slightest noise can wake her up, but she likes to sleep with the TV on. Even if there is no TV, she will turn on the radio or an automatically updating video, and just like that, she is half asleep and half awake, accompanied by the sound.

“Hmm…” Xue replied.

“Auntie is fine. It’s just a normal phenomenon as people get older. It’ll be alright, and it won’t happen again in the future. You don’t need to worry about me…” she said, as if afraid that Xue Dinglu would worry about her.

"Um……"

Their communication had always been like this: the aunt would say something, and Xue would respond.

"Get some rest, and don't worry about housework anymore. I'll have my daughter help out," Xue Dinglu said.

“Hmm…” Aunt Hui responded.

……

The next day, Xue Dinglu left early. He was supposed to catch up on the classes he missed during the school holiday, but he still took the day off and went to the masquerade ball.

The place was as lively as ever, filled with people indulging in revelry. Men and women alike were laughing and playing around. As soon as Xue arrived, he was immediately spotted by several groups of people who were looking to have some fun with him.

There was also a hanging man who kept saying "Smailo, Smailo" to Xue's Law.

However, these pranksters quickly became part of the fun, and were tricked by Xue Dinglu into buying a share of the magic academy. Although the magic academy only has a building now, and only Su Su lives in the dormitory, spending all her time scrolling on her phone and sleeping, she has already become a college student with lung cancer.

But this doesn't stop Xue from selling concepts; quite a few fools actually come to him hoping for stock appreciation.

If Xue Dinglu comes without experience the first time and gets tricked the second time, then his trip was truly in vain.

Soon, he arrived at Hassan's office again. A small, shadowy figure, now completely isolated, said, "You've arrived. Tomorrow I will explore the deepest part of the warp, at least to scout the way for others. This may be our last formal meeting."

Xue Dinglu discovered that the void within him was overflowing uncontrollably, so he had to use a seal to control this overflowing power, otherwise the void power within him could corrupt anyone in an instant.

Is this what happens in the later stages of being affected by nothingness...?

Perhaps Hassan's claim that he could hold on for another year was an optimistic estimate. Right now, he has no control over the overflowing void, which is like a super bomb that could explode at any moment.

So he might have thought that if he was going to live such an ugly and miserable life, he might as well pave the way for future generations in the last moments of his life.

Even if this path is only paved with a few bricks, it's better than doing nothing and waiting to die in an unknown subspace, waiting for the cosmic void to automatically become a natural disaster. It's better to explore it and then hand over this intelligence to the interstellar fleet.

"Is there anything I can help with, senior?" Xue Dinglu asked.

“It’s nothing. I’ve already spoken to Singal. Now, I want to hand over this masquerade ball entirely to you,” Hassan said, then waved his hand and took out his meager inheritance.

"Me...me?" Xue Dinglu pointed to himself. He leaned out of the window and looked out. These people tormented by nothingness used laughter to cover up their pain. They laughed day after day to keep themselves in a good mood and minimize the impact of nothingness.

Can I really manage these people?

Even, do I really have the ability to make these people submit?

“After all, Singal is not like us, but you are different. You are like us, so you can better understand the feelings among us, our joy, our pain, everything,” Hassan said calmly.

His tone was less like that of a person and more like that of a machine, devoid of any inflection or emotion.

"This is my last possession. I will give it to you without any pressure. If you are willing to help me take care of these people, that would be the best outcome. If not, I will not complain."

“After all, this isn’t an easy job. These people dare to fool even me, so they’ll only go even further with you. If you don’t like someone, just beat them up, or even strip them naked and hang them on a tree. They won’t learn their lesson anyway, and they’ll definitely seize any opportunity to trick you next time.” Hassan said, standing up and walking to the window like Xue Dinglu, looking at the laughing people.

Xue Law: "..."

His face was already covered in sweat and looked like a soybean...

"You should take a look at what I left for you first. It might be very helpful in figuring out how to deal with the apostles."

Xue Dinglu was stunned for a moment. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he no longer hesitated.

As expected, Hassan had seen through his identity as an apostle last time. Was this a resonance between the void? Even the Mimic King couldn't detect the details, yet this person who was already preparing for death saw them.

Looking at these relics, there was a mask, a small windmill, and an hourglass.

He immediately took the hourglass that was very similar to the [Sand of Flowing Light] on his body and looked at it.

【Twisted Grail (???): It can store the pollution of nothingness, and at the same time absorb everything about others, whether it is suffering, pain, laughter or pollution of nothingness, or their souls. It can selectively absorb and devour them and store them in this hourglass.

Note: Every container will eventually fill up. When the hourglass at the top is full, it will overflow and cause greater inconvenience to the user. (End of Chapter)