The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

Susu, Su?, Crow, Kaito... the names of countless predecessors, and finally, a name called "Xue's Law" that seems a little strange to this world.

It's unclear how they learned of the name, but the first worship ceremony began in such a simple setting.

The insect-eating tree slumbered, and clear freshwater lakes began to gather around it, attracting many of the creatures that had survived to settle there.

Everything seemed to be on the right track.

Perhaps this is how the world is meant to be.

……

Behind the portal was not Earth, but the base of the Fifth Squadron of the Starfleet.

Xue Dinglu came here to report on the situation on Green Star, and also to ask for some assistance from the people there.

The Starfleet probably won't ignore this situation. While it's unlikely they'll directly intervene, they could offer some supplies or send an investigator like 5332 or Xiaojiang to explore and make contact.

Similarly, he also planned to register the information about that pre-civilization site in Hell.

At the very least, the only remaining stone tablet and 59GB of images in my hands will be the final tombstone of this civilization.

One died in internal strife, and his civilization was destroyed by the "artificial god" he himself created...

The experiences and stories of this civilization may serve as a warning to other civilizations and serve as a wake-up call for later civilizations.

Upon arriving at this branch base, Xue Luding directly stated his purpose, and the guarding golem dutifully reported Xue Luding's situation.

A few minutes later, someone suddenly appeared beside him and slapped Xue Dinglu on the body. The next moment, the two of them disappeared from the spot.

"Dude, don't you get any rest after your business trip? I just heard from 5332 that you finished one world, and now you're off to another. Don't you ever get a vacation? You're so busy!" the young man complained.

"Yes, time is a bit tight," Xue replied calmly.

Young general: "..."

It should be noted that he has been on leave since the last siege by the Ninth Apostle, and less than a quarter of that leave has passed.

Before he, a respectable member of the interstellar squadron, had even finished the first half of his vacation, Xue Law had already traveled to countless other worlds.

It felt like I was playing a game of Soul Reaper, while the guy opposite me was speedrunning.

"What's going on this time?" the young general asked as he led Xue Dinglu into the base.

"I've discovered a destroyed civilization; this is their last record." Xue Dinglu handed over the documents in his hand.

A 59GB image, and a weathered stone slab.

The young officer immediately became serious and said, "I'll hand this over to the logistics department. They have a special area there for storing information about destroying civilizations. Do you have time to talk about what's going on this time?"

He poured Xue Dinglu a drink, and also poured one for himself.

Xue's Law recounted the situation in Hell in detail, including the stories of artificial gods, demons, and humans, using the information he had gathered.

After listening, the young man remained silent while drinking his beverage.

"What's wrong?" Xue asked, taking a sip of his drink.

It tastes like sugar and salt water, but it's quite delicious.

"Last time at the Super Iron Curtain, you temporarily became part of the world's consciousness. Has that affected your soul and consciousness?" the young officer asked instead.

Xue's Law doesn't give a quick answer. Does it have any impact? It seems not. I also don't know if my emotional deficiencies are related to taking over the world's consciousness during that super iron curtain incident.

"Perhaps there is." Xue himself wasn't sure.

Suddenly, a pair of hands patted his shoulders. The young man, who was even younger than Xue Dinglu but was already the father of thousands of children, solemnly said, "You must, you must not continue to delve deeper into controlling power. We have no idea how heavy this power is. If you don't want to become a monster who has lost his humanity..."

"Hmm?" Xue Dinglu looked slightly puzzled.

"Do you think that god-king who divided his daughter into several parts is disgusting?" That was all the young general asked.

"nausea."

"Then do you think the apostles' actions were wicked and disgusting?" the junior continued.

"nausea."

"So if you don't want to become like that, don't try to control power by yourself. Once you lose your humanity, you'll become just like them," the young general solemnly warned.

“I am special,” Xue Dinglu said. “I have used my authority many times, and even now, my humanity remains…”

“No, brother, you’ve become very indifferent to humanity. Compared to when we went to kill the God King together, your emotions and humanity have become much less developed,” the young general immediately said.

"I..." Xue Dinglu suddenly didn't know how to refute.

Have I really lost a lot of emotions and humanity?

He was unaware of this, and his current mindset was not yet aware of it.

“If it were when we were killing the God King together, you wouldn’t be so calm and indifferent towards this destroyed civilization. Back then, you would get angry and upset if you saw a girl selling her body, but you’re not like that at all now.”

“Actually, you are already very close to the ‘artificial god’ in the story you told, and you are about to become a guy who only has obsession and self-concept left.”

Xue remained silent. He suddenly wondered if there was something wrong with him.

But why can't I realize the problem?

Am I already very similar to these artificial gods? And what's next for these artificial gods... to become demons?

If I use the power of the devil, will I truly become one of the devils?

Xue Dinglu didn't know that he suddenly felt as if everything was meaningless, and that it didn't really matter how he was doing, as long as he could fulfill his ideals.

Yes, it doesn't really matter how I am, and you don't need to keep an eye on me. That would only add to my burden.

Before he could speak, the young man immediately said, "Brother, tell me the truth, do you currently possess any authority or power that you can use unconditionally?"

"Have."

"What authority!" the young general asked immediately, his voice rising several decibels.

“No authority—the self-destructor,” Xue’s Law stated in detail.

The young general's pupils constricted instantly. He seemed to have heard of this authority before, and it was as if he had a deep understanding of it.

“Self-destroyer… No wonder… No wonder… Empty authority, you have indeed followed the same path as the Great Sage… Damn it, this most troublesome thing.” He immediately began pacing around the table.

"What's wrong?" Xue asked.

"No one who is tainted by the Void will have a good end. The only race that has been freed from the influence of the Void in the records is the dragon race, according to information provided by Senior Olivia."

"Dragon race?"

"Yes, the dragons' 'suicidal impulse' was one of the effects of the void authority. Although it was only the mildest form, this 'suicidal impulse' reduced the dragon population to a mere few hundred at its lowest point, with all the other billions of dragons committing suicide. They relied on the strongly stimulated 'homecoming impulse' to resist the 'suicidal impulse.' By the way, that world was the one you and Senior Olivia resolved together, right?"

"Ah."

"I'll apply for a Noble Phantasm for you, wait for me, wait for me here..." The young general seemed very anxious.

Xue's Law, on the other hand, doesn't quite understand whether this power of self-destruction is really that serious.

So why was the old man able to master the power of the self-destructors to a B-level?

Judging from the young man's appearance, it was as if he had contracted some very serious disease and issued himself a critical condition notice.

"But even power is something I can control..." Xue Dinglu said to himself.

I have always been special. I can adapt to any power and pay any price. I am the most special existence. Others may lose their humanity under the power of authority, but I will never lose mine.

It felt like a long time had passed. After a long time, the young general teleported to Xue Dinglu's side, and a tiny hourglass appeared in his hand.

"Brother, this is the [Sand of Glimmer] that I and senior Olivia, who just learned about the situation, jointly applied for. You must keep it with you at all times. This is my only request. Can you do that?" The young general's tone was very heavy.

"Is it just something you carry around with you?" Xue asked.

"Ah."

"Alright then." The cursed blood on Xue Dinglu's hand instantly enveloped the little thing and put it into his body.

So, the conditions should be fully met now, right?

“Brother, let me remind you one last time that the most troublesome thing about the power of nothingness is that you will never realize your own problems or the impact of this power on you. At first, you will feel that some things are meaningless, then you will feel that you are meaningless, and finally you will feel that everything has lost its meaning. This is the most terrifying thing about nothingness—'loss of meaning'.”

“In particular, don’t go deeper into the void for the sake of power, brother. In the face of the void, no one is special,” the young general said.

“I understand. I will try to find a way to overcome the side effects of this authority…”

"At the very least, I don't want to become a dog or donkey who can casually divide his daughter into several parts."

Chapter 365 The Nut Sinkhole Cave in Mausoleum, Indonesia

"Can the power of authority really gradually corrupt people into products like 'artificial gods'?" Even after the young general had left, Xue Luding was still staring blankly at the beverage cup in front of him.

For some reason, there seemed to be a force that made me feel that agonizing over this matter was meaningless, but after overcoming this sense of meaninglessness and emptiness, Xue Dinglu suddenly felt a sense of lingering fear.

A sense of dread washed over me, as if I might become the kind of dog or donkey who could be dismembered at will.

He stared blankly at the drink in front of him, then downed it in one gulp before leaving.

How much power related to authority do I possess?

Cursed blood, demonization, and the self-destructive authority that is actively used...

Looking at the self-destructor's authority displayed on the panel, which showed that it had now reached Rank D, Xue Lude said, "I will no longer use your power, and you cannot go any further."

The self-destructor naturally didn't respond, but it seemed like a mockery, silently displayed on the panel.

As for the new Noble Phantasm that the young general lent him, it was an ingeniously structured double-layered hourglass, with a transparent crystal outer layer and special "sand" flowing in the inner layer that seemed to contain starlight.

The hourglass, now imbued with the cursed blood, is mounted on the chest, and the system panel has displayed the corresponding information after scanning it over this period.

【Glimmering Sand (EX): One of the Noble Phantasms created through the birth of the Mimic King. Its essence is 'hope'. It collects all the little things that are beautiful and hopeful, and transforms them into fine sand. These grains of sand will become your power when you need it most.】

Xue's Law, this treasure, is not yet fully understood, but it seems that its usage is roughly known. It can record all the beauty and hope that arise in Xue's life, and when he needs it most, the sand inside can be transformed into corresponding power, just like a backup hidden energy source.

Xue's Law doesn't know how effective this ability is, but it's one of the treasures that was born simultaneously with the birth of the Mimic King. It should be a very precious treasure for the Star Squadron.

The interstellar squadron took this treasure directly, seemingly intending to cure his illness.

Perhaps the Great Sage once wore this Noble Phantasm, but maybe Old Deng refused it at the time, or perhaps he wore it for a while and then returned it.

"To record all that is beautiful and hopeful?" Xue Dinglu murmured about the function of this treasure, and for some reason, he smiled.

At that moment, he paused for a moment, because the smile was not produced by deliberately controlling his facial muscles, but rather it was a natural expression that came unconsciously.

Xue Dinglu was stunned. When was the last time he smiled naturally? He had almost forgotten.