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

Despite the bustling atmosphere here, Xue's Law isn't actually here, because he tricked them by setting up a self-service investment portal.

They could only send their precious treasures into this portal; the other side of the portal was Xue's Law consciousness space.

Xue's Law still has some integrity. Although it's not a big deal, it doesn't simply trick people into buying insurance. Instead, it compiles all investment information, records it, and provides each investor with a list of registered shareholders.

Shareholders are categorized from bottom to top as bronze, silver, gold, etc.

Each rank is even divided into several stars. My friend, if you want to gain more equity and more say, you need to work hard to invest in more treasures, new spells, and precious rare minerals or natural treasures.

Those who received Xue's feedback received a booklet called "Bronze-Level Shareholder Certificate" amidst their cursing. Xue had photocopied it on Taobao for 80 cents a copy, and he still had a lot of it in stock.

However, after they finished cursing, they actually threw even more treasures into it again, as if they were afraid that their level would be too low.

While they were drinking and boasting, one of the masked men said directly, "Boss, warm up two bowls of wine and bring a side dish."

The boss gave a wicked smile from behind his half-mask and said, "This is a gathering place for shareholders. It's been booked out by the shareholders of the Magic Academy. You nobodies are not qualified to enter."

After saying that, he casually pulled out one of his "Silver-Level Shareholder Certificates".

"He's actually a silver-level shareholder!" someone immediately chimed in.

"My God, he's a Silver-level! I never expected we'd meet such a big shot at this little masquerade ball!"

"You little punk, get out of the way for the silver-level shareholder!"

He just grinned crookedly, pulled out a "Gold-Level Shareholder Certificate" from his pocket, and said, "This... can I have a drink here?"

In an instant, countless masked figures emerged from behind him, bowing respectfully and saying, "The three-year period has come to an end. We welcome the return of our golden shareholders!"

"Quack! It's actually a gold shareholder! I was blind to your greatness! I'm leaving right now, right now!" With that, the boss curled up into a ball and rolled back to the kitchen in an instant.

Xue Dinglu, who had just arrived to see what was going on at the masquerade ball, was speechless.

Not only here, but he walked over and saw several groups performing this kind of awkward drama. He wondered what had gotten into these people.

The good news is that Xue Law has received a large amount of resources and treasures in a short period of time in the past few days.

He couldn't even count them all, so he had to call on Su Su, who was always laughing and joking, to help sort the treasures that were delivered.

There are 103,000 magic spells, most of which are strange and unusual, such as the "Smile Spell" that can make people laugh, the "Drunkenness Spell" that can make people drunk, and many spells that can force others to perform very shameful actions.

Even things like "Dimensional Underwear Technique" have emerged, which allows people to transform their underwear into a technique that can store several cubic meters of space, but the price is that only underwear can be used to create this kind of portable subspace-level technique.

Although it is very abstract, there are also many very normal techniques. Xue Dinglu and Su Su have been in a happy dilemma these past few days, as they need to integrate all these techniques one by one and eventually store them in the academy's library.

They plan to temporarily categorize these into support, curse, combat, ritual, and control types.

It's not just spells; there are thousands of strange and wonderful magical artifacts. Although Xue Lude can no longer use them now, putting them in the treasury represents the future foundation of the academy.

And many more strange minerals, plants, and the bodies of strange creatures. Xue's Law can only store these things for now, and will classify them slowly after he recruits qualified cattle and horses.

These past few days, Xue Dinglu and Su Su have been the busiest, spending all their time organizing these treasures.

He himself never expected that just printing brochures online, plus selling empty promises that were essentially just concepts, could actually bring him so many treasures.

I'm a complete capitalist with a terrible conscience.

As for the school?

It's under construction...

How could my brother Xue possibly lie to you?

As for the school's location, Xue's Law had already decided to use his own consciousness space as the address.

In reality, my own consciousness space is merely a subspace given to me by my mother. It may be floating somewhere in the shallow subspace. Perhaps when the King and Hassan were exploring, my subspace was hidden in some broken area.

Therefore, he doesn't completely treat this place as his own backyard. However, within this small subspace, he possesses permissions similar to a planetary consciousness. He can even begin to establish a similar personal subspace, though it will take some time.

Xue Dinglu thought that perhaps after killing all the apostles, he would stop and stay here to build up his school.

Perhaps, like the initial interstellar column, though small, Xue's Law wants to cultivate more people who can fight for a better future.

Yes, ideological education must be a core subject, and it must be a required subject...

In the end, he became the very thing he used to hate the most, and now he's not even sure if he can pass his political theory course this semester...

However, Xue Dinglu now feels that even if he and Su Su worked themselves to death, they probably wouldn't be able to establish this school. He needs more help.

Perhaps, this also gave them more reasons to kill the apostles.

……

It's that time of year again, the new Lord's Day, which is also the subspace energy tide that occurs every seven days.

After gaining a deeper understanding of subspace, Xue's Law gradually realized that every seven days might be the time when the Venerable King is repairing the subspace barrier, or it might be that every seven days is the time when the subspace barrier is at its weakest, which is why the energy tide overflows.

This also influenced the Mist Council to hold a training session and meeting every seven days.

"It's almost time. I should probably start heading into the Mist Council," Xue Dinglu said, glancing at the time on his phone.

He is not currently on Earth, nor in his own consciousness space; he is in the body of the Mimic King.

This is the core of the Mimic King, and it is also where He sent Xue Law to try to enter the Mist Council, in order to see if He could pinpoint the location of the Mist Council.

Xue Law felt that this Mimic King was really busy lately. In addition to the usual management of the interstellar corps, he also had to maintain his inner universe, ensuring that the souls of the deceased interstellar corps members could finally return to their final resting place. At the same time, he was also developing the subspace and trying to expand his inner universe...

Maintaining the cross-world chat group, continuing to explore the warp, and accompanying him to find incriminating evidence against the Mist Council.

This is only what Xue Law knows. He also knows that the Interstellar Corps has always had scientists submitting proposals to the Mimic King, and the Mimic King has to use his own computing power to run through these proposals to see if they are feasible.

I heard that recently another madman wanted to start some kind of divine tree cultivation project, wanting to cultivate a divine tree that could devour other natural disasters in the universe. This plan was rejected by the Mimic King because it was too outrageous. His comment was, "Please be a little more conservative. I don't want to create any more living fathers."

When Xue Lude thought about the work that the Mimic King was about to do, he felt that this guy was really an ultimate beast. His computing power seemed to be inexhaustible, and he could do thousands or tens of thousands of things at the same time, and he handled them in an orderly manner.

Perhaps for Him, doing thousands of things at the same time is as easy as listening to music while driving.

“I have already completed the soul capture process, and a small part of me will completely merge with your soul. This will ensure that you can sense the Mist Council no matter what,” said the Mimic King.

"Will we be discovered?" Xue Daolu blurted out the question without thinking, and he immediately realized how unreliable the question was.

Then, a seemingly human-like expression of disgust appeared on the large sphere of light that was the Mimic King, as if to say, "If even I can't handle this, then no one in the entire universe can."

Xue Dinglu could only stand aside and laugh awkwardly.

But for some reason, he had a bad feeling. But as the Mimic King said, if even He couldn't do it, then no one in the entire universe could.

Despite the fact that there are now many more monsters and demons in the warp, the Mimic King is still the strongest being in the real universe, possessing the power to force any apostle to their knees.

Xue Luding thought he was overthinking things, or perhaps he had been a rat in the gutter for too long, playing too many tricks and schemes, and had even forgotten the power of open strategies and the general trend. Now, with himself and the Mimic King, the two of them could work together to wipe out the entire Mist Council.

Don't ask about your battle record, just ask if you can work together to break through the Mist Council.

Xue Dinglu gradually relaxed and began to feel the call of the Mist Council.

"They're here," Xue Dinglu said.

The feeling of being pulled by the Mist Council returned, but Xue Luding had no intention of resisting this guidance. He instantly relaxed and began to slowly move in the direction of the guidance.

At this moment, the Mimic King instantly became alert, and even the small part that had merged into Xue Law's soul sensed more information.

"This is the Mist Council's communication method... Damn it, even I can't decipher it. I can only sense a tiny bit of its location by relying on the connection between the fragment fused into this kid's soul and his main body..."

"No wonder we couldn't find the Apostles' headquarters even after so long. It turns out their communication methods and technological level even surpassed mine, which has been stuck in its old ways all along..."

"Wait, how come it has already left the shallow subspace and is heading towards the deep subspace..."

"The Mist Council is actually hidden in the deep subspace..."

In an instant, the Mimic King felt an indescribable sense of threat spreading throughout his body.

Even the Starfleet only explored the shallow layers of the warp. Even he himself was able to explore deeper layers of the warp only with the help of Hassan.

However, those apostles had already explored the depths of the warp and had even been hiding there all along.

I don't know when it started, but the interstellar squadron I lead has fallen behind the Apostles in technology in every way...

Chapter 438 The True Personal Old Deng - Mimic King

Regardless of the state of existential doubt that the Mimic King is currently in.

He always believed that the Starfleet under his leadership and the existing observable cosmic order were the most successful, and this was also his goal. He had always wanted to surpass the true King, so that when others mentioned the King, they thought of Him, not the old Bitden who was now a god of evil in the warp.

Therefore, He has been desperately trying to make the universe better. This is not only the goal that the Starfleet wants to achieve, but also His goal.

He even wanted to eliminate any fertile ground for evil and chaos in the universe, and to bring order and peace to the entire universe.

Therefore, after the Starfleet provided him with power and awakened him, he began to think about how to surpass the former King.

It might sound a bit distasteful, but the Mimic King is actually quite glad that the universe is in chaos right now. It's only in chaos that he can achieve even greater feats than the former King. Although he knows this mindset is wrong, he can't help but feel fortunate.

Universal catastrophe, the arrival of apostles, the devouring of the divine tree, rampant insect swarms, the resurrection of the dead...

This made Him feel that His abilities had finally found a purpose, and that in this chaotic era He was sure He could accomplish even greater feats than before.

So He developed it with all His might, spreading the Starfleet across star systems and nurturing all the children who still had passion, making them planetary surveyors for the Starfleet.

During this time, He developed and expanded the interstellar fleet, and in order to maintain the peace of the universe, He also lost countless children He had watched grow up.

But it doesn't matter. He has an extremely high level of exploration of the Warp. Before any dead child is transformed into the purest spiritual particles in the Warp, He will try his best to bring them back to His inner universe.

That place is the sanctuary of the Starfleet, and the final resting place He gave to all His children.

Therefore, after several eras of development, He felt that the Starship Legion had now taken on the basic form of His ideal. In His ideal, everyone in the Starship Legion was a child of extremely high moral character, who would dedicate their lives to the peace of the universe.

At that time, he will be able to become a vast network covering the entire observable universe, connecting everyone, and then establish a special cosmic security force so that everyone will no longer have to worry about survival. In this way, his achievements should surpass those of the Venerable King, right?

This is His goal, and although He is far from achieving it yet, He is constantly striving towards it.

He also believed that his technology and abilities were the strongest in the entire universe. Although some special civilizations might have a higher level of technology in certain aspects, he only needed to know the direction to analyze it clearly in an instant.

Even He doesn't know the limits of His computing power.

But now, in the same application and development of subspace, he seems to have been completely defeated, defeated by the apostles whom he had always looked down upon.

If it weren't for the assistance of his old friend Hassan, who enabled him to learn about the end of the warp, he would have been utterly defeated in the exploration of the warp.

The Mimic King then made up his mind that after this, he must not let the Apostles surpass him in subspace technology; otherwise, the Starfleet would surely perish because of its arrogance.

……

Unbeknownst to Xue, the simulated King fragment, now completely integrated with his soul, was thinking all this.

He entered the Mist Council once again, temporarily forgetting the Mimic King, and wholeheartedly embracing the identity of an apostle, becoming the 13th apostle, A-Guang.

"Number 13, what power do you currently wield?" Suddenly, a voice rang in his ear.