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

They managed to get through this barrier, which was of unknown thickness, by slowly wearing it down through Hassan's Void Devouring. At first, they thought it was a natural barrier in the warp.

Unexpectedly, the large sphere of light seemed to shake slightly, and the subspace barrier opened a crack in an instant.

At this moment, Evil Eye stared intently at the large ball of light.

Then the large ball of light no longer carried the Evil Eye, but remained inside the barrier, watching it leave.

"Who are you! Why are you able to set up this great barrier in the subspace! Why do you want to lock all the subspace evil gods in the end of this subspace!" In an instant, Evil Eye understood the significance of this subspace barrier.

To deal with the Great Void, He completely locked all the warp gods at the edge of this warp, a forbidden zone for all matter and the universe. If the monsters and other strange things inside were to leave, let alone enter the mortal world, even if they only affected the real universe in the shallow warp, the entire universe would become a twisted and foul cesspool...

At that time, let alone whether people can live happily under the blue sky, it is a luxury for everyone to be forced to swim in a cesspool, or even to have a small boat in the cesspool, and to be able to enter something like the Ten Thousand Souls Banner after death, instead of being captured by the evil god of the subspace and subjected to endless torture and distortion.

The reason why the universe hasn't become a cesspool is twofold: firstly, because the void devours all entities indiscriminately; and secondly, because of this subspace barrier that acts like a demon-locking tower, imprisoning everything.

This left all the evil gods inside trapped in a dilemma, unable to escape, while the Void relentlessly pursued them... If they didn't find a way to suppress the Void, they would be completely devoured. Therefore, they had no choice but to unite against the Void while also trying to find a way to escape...

Unfortunately, this giant sphere of light will absolutely not allow them any chance of getting out!

The Mimic King could sense that while he was confident he could win against other evil gods, this great sphere of light and the vast void of the universe were insurmountable obstacles for him—monsters he could not defeat in any way.

At this moment, the Evil Eye of the Mimic King was getting farther and farther away. He gradually broke away from the surging energy tide and flew towards the deep subspace region where there were no resources. The Evil Eye turned its head and looked at the subspace barrier beginning to heal, and the last light of the Great Sphere in the last gap of healing.

"Are you... the Venerable King?!" The simulated Venerable King uttered a question that made everyone in the interstellar column tremble.

The large sphere of light remained silent, and the subspace barrier continued to heal at an extremely rapid pace. The Evil Eye saw that a large number of evil gods rushed out from the gaps in the healing process.

That relentlessly devouring maw, that unwavering, immortal presence, and that viral nebula, the ever-changing jellyfish, the twisted tree roots…

All the evil gods went mad and tried to rush towards the crack.

Finally, those evil gods even overshadowed the light of the warp sphere, and at the very center of that light, a faint human figure flashed by...

however……

"Buzz!"

A voice that didn't exist suddenly rang out, the subspace barrier closed, the light completely disappeared, and in the depths of the subspace, only the Evil Eye remained, drifting alone in this area devoid of matter and energy.

All energy, monsters, and evil gods seemed to be completely locked within the barrier; outside the barrier, only silence remained…

The great sphere of light did not answer the Evil Eye's question, but He already knew the answer.

The Evil Eye began traveling at top speed towards the shallow layers of the warp. Teleportation and similar mechanisms could not be used in the warp, since the basic principles of teleportation relied on the warp.

Here, the only way is to fly by force.

Compared to entering the warp, the speed of leaving was countless times faster. When the Evil Eye finally passed through the seemingly endless dark corridor and arrived at the shallow area of ​​the warp, seeing countless broken nebulae, it felt as if it had been another world.

Passing through the shallow spatial rift and appearing in the interstellar column, the entire interstellar column erupted in cheers.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, and although the large sphere of light ultimately gave no response, they all knew what happened in the end.

The primate-like humanoid phantom within the final large sphere of light explained everything...

The faith of the Starfleet, the Lord, has always been there, forever, and may even still be watching over them. Even though He is no longer in the universe and has become an "evil god" in the warp, He is still protecting everything in His own way.

Everyone in the interstellar squadron was cheering, not only for finding unparalleled intelligence and information, but also for finding the true god they had believed in all their lives. Only Xue Luding left the place.

Looking through the protective shield into the M87 Nebula, it's like a dream. The light from the sky seems to form a luminous river, flowing endlessly and never stopping.

“Senior Hassan has completely merged with the void… Perhaps the last piece of information they discovered can really save more people…” Xue Dinglu murmured.

"Here." Suddenly, a cigarette was handed to Xue Dinglu, his slender fingers showing no signs of long-term smoking.

After all, he's a near-Tier 5 person, so he won't be affected by this kind of thing.

"You're out too?" Xue Dinglu asked casually. This time, he didn't refuse, but instead took the cigarette in his hand and lit it.

"Yes, I like a quiet atmosphere. It's too noisy inside now, not suitable for me." The nun lit a cigarette for herself and leaned against the railing, the weight of her chest pressing against it under her fitted clothes.

"Aren't you excited enough to see the Venerable King in person?" Xue Dinglu asked, turning his hand back.

He knew that the Star Squadrons were a group that worshipped the King, since the Star Squadrons' purpose was to emulate the King's past path in order to elevate themselves.

Is there really anyone who isn't excited to see the Venerable King in person?

“Not all members of the Starfleet are believers in the King… Here, we believe in freedom. I have other beliefs.” She took a deep drag of her cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and then silently looked up at the starry sky.

“The Starship Corps has a great deal of freedom of belief. After all, we come from different places, and many of us are born with our own native beliefs. If we were forced to convert those of us with our native beliefs to the King, it would contradict the Starship Corps' principles, and the Starship Corps would never have grown to such a large size,” she explained slowly.

"Here, we only encourage faith in the King. As long as you don't believe in any twisted evil gods, no one will care about you." She casually opened a portal, threw her cigarette butt in, and lit another cigarette.

"Would you like another one?" she asked.

"Never mind..." Xue Dinglu refused this time.

There's nothing particularly good about it. Xue Luding even analyzed it with his cursed blood and found that this stuff is extremely toxic compared to cigarettes on Earth. Throwing it into the sea would probably turn the ocean into a dead zone. Although for this near-level 5 nun, this toxicity might just be a fun little thing like popping candy.

"You've taken Hassan's place now, haven't you?" the nun asked.

"Hmm?" Xue Dinglu asked in confusion.

“There’s no doubt about it. Hassan once invited your teacher to join them, but you refused. We were all betting on whether you would become the leader of the masquerade ball. It looks like I won the bet. I’ll be able to live a more comfortable life next year.” The nun with dark circles under her eyes finally smiled.

Xue's Law: "..."

Sister, you're addicted to smoking, drinking, fighting, gambling... you're practically a walking encyclopedia. Seriously, if you really believed in the King, wouldn't that backstab that elderly person who's already carrying such a heavy burden...?

"Alright, they should be done celebrating now, and I need to get back to work." The nun waved her hand and said to Xue Dinglu one last time. She seemed to be busy working overtime. For her, work was like going to a funeral.

Xue's emotions, which had just begun to build, were abruptly interrupted. The death of Hassan, the truth about the warp, and a series of other shocks seemed to have dissipated much of the emotion he had been experiencing.

"It seems that imperfection is eternal..." Xue Luding murmured. He had inherited Hassan's legacy, and now he could fight the Apostles at the back without having to use the Void Monster. He no longer needed any schemes or tricks.

He is now a genuine Apostle.

It seems that he has grown by relying on the legacies of others, from the old undead's legacy at the beginning, to the great sage's legacy, then to Zeus's legacy, and finally to the brave uncle's legacy...

He has been eating his way up, and now he has inherited the legacy of his predecessor, Hassan.

My only request is that you look after those fellow sufferers at those masquerade balls who, like me, are tormented by emptiness...

Since he had accepted the inheritance, he would definitely fulfill the entrustment. However, Xue Dinglu had not thought of how to take care of it.

"Perhaps I should let them consider the future, or perhaps I really should establish that magic academy..." Xue Luding murmured, thinking back to how many patients seemed very interested in the magic academy he proposed.

I just hope they're not interested in how to deceive their own students...

Now, all he needs to do is digest everything left behind by Hassan step by step. Not only will his strength increase by leaps and bounds, but he will also be able to temporarily get rid of the influence of the Void. Before the Twisted Grail is filled, the Void will no longer be an obstacle on his path forward.

Perhaps we can use this time to establish the college that old Green has always wanted to build...

Perhaps, this place can become a retirement home for those patients...

However, it is essential to distinguish this group of people and prevent them from harming the students.

After killing all the apostles, someone will need to clean up the mess.

Xue Luding thought this way and found the three new initiatives he would take after becoming the boss of the masquerade ball.

The first step is to sell insurance at the masquerade ball!

It's basically selling shares in a magic high school. Don't ask where the school is now, it's up to you whether you buy it or not!

We support all magical spells, magical artifacts, and technologies as equity investments. The academy is currently in dire need of resources, so come quickly for a chance to become a shareholder!

Chapter 437 The Mist Council Opens, Water Meter Repairman!

The light bands of the M87 nebula twinkled overhead, and the cheering interstellar column prepared for a grand party and holiday to announce their magnificent exploration.

The information contained within will undoubtedly influence countless theories and will likely give rise to countless extraordinary paths.

During the banquet, some people played the piano, some cheered, and some sang.

Xue Lu smiled slightly. He had no intention of attending the banquet. After having a drink with a member he seemed to have met once before, he quietly left this place that did not belong to him.

Similarly, he also gained a lot of information, and he had countless thoughts about both the warp gods and the apostles.

And, regarding the establishment of that academy...

……

"Hey bro, wanna be a shareholder? Want to be a big shot? Here's a phenomenal project, are you in?" A man wearing only gold underwear and a smiling mask said to his buddy.

"What project? I've been scammed so many times, don't even think about getting a single penny out of me," the other person replied.

"You know the new boss? He's that sucker we used to fool. He's now taken over the position of the old boss and become the new boss. And this new boss wants to open a magic academy and is asking us for investment."

"Is that the sucker we almost swindled into depression? Dude, take my advice, don't invest in this project. That sucker will probably lose everything."

“Every year we get a brand new little white rabbit to play with…” said the naked man with the smiling mask.

"Here, how much do you want? How many shares can you buy?" The guy next to me pulled out a handful of all sorts of precious materials in an instant.

"We only accept tangible contributions such as spells and magical artifacts as equity." The masked naked man instantly stuffed the materials into his golden underwear, showing no intention of returning them.

"Then what are we waiting for? Come on, take me there! And take my money!"

……

Such scenes played out throughout the masquerade ball.

Xue Dinglu, a new official, was known for his decisive actions upon taking office, and he aimed to establish new rules.

First: No acting like the boss.

Second: It must not cause irreversible damage to other normal people.

Third: Violators will be sealed and thrown into a dark room, where they will never be able to have fun again.

Fourth: Magic High School is seeking shareholders and sponsors. Those interested, please contact us privately.

Even though the notice was simply posted at the main entrance, a large crowd quickly arrived, immediately shouting: "You dog of a manager, are we here to deliver money? When will the school be finished?"

"Hurry up, has the foundation been laid yet? Have you chosen a location for the academy's main campus? I think I'm qualified to be the chief designer."

"Get lost! With your skills, all you can do is design a school like a circus. Leave it to me, I can fool a freshman eight times in one night!"

"Can I pretend to be an innocent schoolgirl to fool young men?"

"Shave off that thick chest hair of yours before you say that!"

Suddenly, the group of people who were originally hungover became extremely excited. Perhaps for them, living for the moment is happiness, being able to deceive people is also happiness, and if something new appears, they can easily find happiness here.

Or rather, they have a very low threshold for happiness; they can even associate the falling of a leaf with something joyful.