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

He also became the nominal leader of that world. In the organization called "Symphony Society" established by his students, he was second only to Mephisto, truly holding a position second only to one person and above all others in the world.

But why should I betray my own class? Shouldn't I be ruling everyone alongside Mephisto?

Faust thought this way, perhaps it was just a thought that came to him when he saw a girl with a high talent for the occult who was unwilling to become a prostitute in a nightclub controlled by the mafia.

Is this world right?

Yes, that's how dark it really is. The mystical nobles who possess ancient knowledge indulge in pleasure, while the mystical gangs who control the lower classes are ruthless and cruel.

The boys became their laborers, and the girls became prostitutes and their playthings.

The descendants of nobles are nobles, the descendants of gangsters are gangsters, and the descendants of prostitutes... are still prostitutes...

When he saw the girl again, who should have become a mystic, she had become the madam of the nightclub and was promoting her daughter, who was the top courtesan in the nightclub's red-light district.

Faust silently gazed at the girl he had initially favored. He felt as if something had been taken away from him, stolen from him—perhaps, his humanity…

Therefore, at the meeting he demanded that the authorities begin to take control of the lower classes and abolish the current distorted system.

And the answer he received was...

"That won't do, sir. That's too extreme and will cause social unrest."

Everyone reacted the same way. He looked at his student, the 12th Apostle, who remained silent and did not stand on his side, which implied that he shared the same opinion.

Really are……

Faust closed his eyes; he had no intention of continuing the argument.

It's beyond saving...

But it felt as if something else was breaking inside my heart. Perhaps it was my last thought of Mephisto, or perhaps it was the demon lurking in my heart breaking free.

right?

That's not right!

Wake up, Faust! We're going to burn this world to ashes!

The demon in his heart, the demon called "Faust," reached out his hand to him.

Chapter 379 This is too extreme

Faust silently gazed at the demon within his heart. This time, he didn't reply, but simply said, "There are other ways, like Mephisto often said, a roundabout way to save the world..."

“Even if I can’t do it now, there must be some way to improve their living conditions…” Faust rejected the devil.

The demon in his heart didn't speak, but grinned and laughed maniacally at this "ruler" who was second only to the emperor and above all others, mocking this guy who held the second seat in the Praise Society.

Thus began Faust's journey of observing the world.

He first discovered that the chaos and death at the bottom were due to the proliferation of gangs. When order is lost at the bottom, there must be an organization to fill the void, so gangs came into being.

Thousands upon thousands of gangsters constitute the lowest level of order in the world. They are all trash, drug addicts, partying, and relentlessly beating and abusing prostitutes who are even lower than themselves...

These gangs range in size from a few people to tens of thousands, resembling a dynasty.

These people have their hands in every place, even in filthy places like managing toilets.

Faust then began to wonder what the purpose of this gang's existence was.

Is it that even after the prostitutes die, they can still scrape a layer of oil off their corpses? Or is it that in the factories they run, children as young as 3 years old are made boiler operators and work more than 20 hours a day, while they watch helplessly as their children fall into the boilers and burn to death?

Therefore, for the second time, he proposed a plan to crack down on gangs, recruiting law enforcement officers and a special government to manage the secular grassroots from among the peripheral members of the Yongzan Society.

At the very least, provide basic order to the underprivileged.

"That won't do, sir, that's too extreme! There are too many gang members, we can't kill them all, there will be another batch after we kill one, it's endless."

"Yes, sir, and it needs to cover the entire grassroots level of order. If that's not possible, this plan is too extreme."

Everyone objected to his plan again, and Faust silently watched the vote, finding that he was the only one who supported the proposal.

He glanced at his student; Mephisto had abstained, or rather, he never cared about such things.

Faust wanted to say that he alone was enough to wipe out the entire world's gangs.

Given time, this near-5th rank cultivator could set up a "Heavenly Eye Technique" that spans the entire world, monitoring all those at the bottom.

Whenever murder, injury, or abuse occurs, the Heavenly Eye will immediately unleash divine punishment.

If given enough time, he could wipe out all the gangs in the world, create a peaceful and prosperous world, and just keep killing!

However, he was like a toothless tiger; whenever he wanted to make a move, everyone else would stand in his way.

Okay, then I'll continue revising the plan...

He continued his investigation into the gangs and discovered that they were all orchestrated by nobles.

There are no gangs; these gangs are merely a microcosm of the proxy wars waged by the mystical aristocracy.

On the surface, all the nobles were amicable, but in secret, they all cultivated their own henchmen, turning them into gangs, and thus began a centuries-long proxy war and territorial struggle in the shadows.

This is their game: coldly watching the gangsters devour the smaller ones and keeping them firmly under their control.

To solve the problem of prostitutes, we must deal with this gang; and to deal with this gang, we must deal with the enormous mystical nobles behind them.

At the third meeting of the Praise Society, he proposed a plan to target the mystical aristocracy, to eliminate their henchmen, to turn the mystical aristocracy into toothless tigers, and to make the noble titles unable to be directly inherited, with any nobleman's title being demoted by one rank when it was passed down to his descendants.

This time, however, the opposition was even more hysterical than before, with everyone using every means to prevent the plan from coming to fruition.

Faust's plan failed once again, and he was unwilling to give up. He secretly kidnapped the heads of noble families and used the most violent soul-searching technique to see their memories.

Faust then saw that behind every nobleman were the figures of his fellow members of the Praise Society, who, along with him, governed the world...

He laughed, he laughed heartily.

The demon in my heart laughed too, as if mocking me.

He stood before his student, the 12th Apostle, the ruler of the world, the one who could single-handedly elevate an ordinary person to near-5th rank and kill all gangsters and nobles with a single hand.

He wants to reform this world, a world that is sick, even worse than it was before the great changes.

“Teacher, you’re going a bit too far.” That was Mephisto’s only response. “The plans you’ve proposed are all too radical.”

……

When Faust returned to the mortal world for the last time, he came back to the school he once knew, but it had long since become part of the red-light district.

A nightclub that has stood for a century. When Faust saw his former school turned into a red-light district, he smiled, but for some reason, his eyes were filled with deep sorrow.

"Sir, would you like to come in and have some fun? Our shop has the most beautiful courtesan in the entire red-light district," the streetwalker eagerly recommended.

Faust's cloudy eyes looked at the madam. She was very old, but one could still see the charm she had in her youth, as well as a hint of familiarity in her features.

"Do you know Lilith?" Faust asked the madam, the name of a talented student he remembered. However, before she could become another of his students, she was kidnapped, and by the time Faust found out, her daughter had already become the most sought-after courtesan there.

The madam was somewhat taken aback and asked, "You know my mother?"

Faust fell silent for a moment, then smiled, his lips curving upwards. He was smiling at the old and frail madam, his lips forming the widest arc of his life, but his eyes held only sorrow and pain.

"My lord, would you like any special services?" The innkeeper tentatively approached Faust. "Lia is my daughter, and also the most beautiful courtesan here. We can serve you both, but I only hope that you will take Lia in as your maid because you know my mother..."

Upon seeing the response from his old friend's daughter, Faust gave a pained and bewildered smile.

He walked into the nightclub he had previously looked down upon, and met the top courtesan, as well as the madam, who was now heavily made up and preparing to accompany him...

Twisted, struggling, numb, indulgent...

The demon within him seemed to have completely torn away all his pretense; he laughed, a sinister laugh…

Since I can't change this place, I'll destroy it. Destroy this disgusting world...

Burn this place to ashes!

……

"Did I fall asleep?" Xue Dinglu got up from his seat in the library, somewhat puzzled that he had actually fallen asleep while holding a book in the library.

Furthermore, he seemed to have dreamt of many strange things. For some reason, he felt a strong aftereffect, a suffocating discomfort, as if he had just arrived in a cyberpunk world and become a marginal traveler.

The aftereffects... are incredibly strong...

"You're awake." This time it was Faust who spoke.

In his hand, the quill pen was recording the appearance of this world: the appearance of Xue Dinglu University, the appearance of the classroom, the appearance of the library, and the appearance of the playground.

And the appearance of those vibrant, youthful girls.

Short skirts, thighs, and the unrestrained bloom of youth are the core elements he captures in his paintings.

Faust seemed to really like USTC, and he wanted to record everything about USTC with his pen.

Xue Dinglu silently observed this Faust, this man he couldn't quite understand.

Sometimes he was like a gentle and refined teacher, just like the identity he claimed to be. He was very elegant, as if he were an old gentleman whose elegance was etched into his bones.

He is the kind of gentleman who looks like he belongs to the Joestar family at first glance.

However, frequent contact reveals that he seems to have a different mindset. Once this disguise is removed, he instantly transforms into a twisted and insane... madman?

Or perhaps, a demon buried deep within one's heart.

That kind of indifference and madness in his bones is something Xue's law cannot see through.

Xue Daolu didn't know what this man had experienced in his world. In his brief account, he only knew that the man was a teacher who had taught the 12th Apostle, and that after the 12th Apostle ascended to heaven, he and his entire family were also elevated to become one of the world's rulers.

However, in the end, he did not continue to be the ruler of this world. Instead, he chose to initiate the divine descent ritual and made the same decision as the 12th Apostle, preparing to bring another apostle to his planet.

However, he failed and was subsequently sealed in a dark room by the 12th Apostle, where he died not long ago.

This was his life, but Xue Lude didn't understand where his will came from, that determination to destroy the world even if it meant sacrificing everything. Xue Lude thought a lot about this will.

Perhaps everyone has their own story.

Xue's law could only think this way.

Afterwards, Faust in the wooden hut under the sacred tree returned to his elegant gentlemanly demeanor, the curve of his lips exactly the same as before, without the slightest change, seemingly a habit instilled in him by his upbringing.

It also seems to be a mask he can't take off his face.

……

Xue Dinglu was very absent-minded throughout the afternoon, which was for Ideological and Moral Cultivation and Foreign Language classes.

He barely listened to the lecture; he was either bickering with the little witch or reminiscing about the nightmare he had during his afternoon nap...