This question is sothing Xue Dili really can't answer.
It's too grand. Xue Dili has never considered such issues, and he never even thinks about "peace."
He doesn't even know the ends of the cosmos, so how could he possibly understand the high-difficulty problem of eternal peace?
After speaking, Xue Dili still relied on his usual paths. He wanted to pick up his phone to start playing the legendary "Ultraman Tiga" said to be most effective for calming old n, but he hesitated for a mont.
Because that Ultraman world is truly peaceful, and the person who achieved peace is just an old man in the background, a re setting, without any specific explanation on how it was achieved.
If this stubborn old Demon King took it seriously, he'd directly want to open a teleportation gate to talk with the old man in Neon about eternal peace, which would truly be a disgrace.
If he didn't take it seriously and ran over to talk to the director about eternal peace, Xue Dili would be even more troubled.
Ani also doesn't work well; typically, it's the villains who get obsessed with achieving eternal peace. Xue Dili fears that this old man might watch and decide to find a Qijela seed, then return to his world to plant it, hanging all those disobedient folks from his world on Qijela and achieving "eternal life."
And just like that, the world would be at peace...
Upon pondering, Xue Dili felt that this ti the old man wasn't easily soothed with this kind of special effects show, so he downloaded all the TV series at the fastest internet speed.
"Great Qin Empire"
With over two hundred episodes, it's enough to occupy the old man's ti for a few days.
"I also don't know the path to peace. After all, our world is far from eternal peace, but the path to peace is buried within history and knowledge. Any road others tell you contains inducents and biases; only the path you seek and attempt yourself is the real path..."
Xue Dili struggled to co up with this seemingly reasonable but utterly nonsensical toxic chicken soup.
He nearly overheated his CPU thinking of these words.
"Makes sense." The old Demon King nodded, agreeing with Xue Dili's toxic chicken soup.
Xue Dili: "..."
Maybe he hasn't had enough chicken soup...
"I can't provide you with the path to eternal peace, but our world has a habit of recording history, which can at least offer you a tiny bit of help finding the path to peace." This ti, Xue Dili handed over the phone.
"Great Qin Empire? Is this also a peace history of an empire?"
"No, it's the history of Great Qin's rise from poverty and weakness to prosperity before collapsing in a short ti." Xue Dili finished speaking, and the old Demon King's expression imdiately beca more serious.
"You can combine what you've learned with the books I've just given you for perhaps deeper insights." Xue Dili continued, suggesting like so cunning advisor.
Thus, the old Demon King started using the phone. He initially found this tech-side thing intriguing, but quickly imrsed himself in the drama's story.
The story of Great Qin Empire is about how the Qin Kingdom, on the brink of extinction, used Shang Yang's reforms to grow strong step by step, then harnessed six dynasties' efforts to sweep through and unify the world, all the way until Xianyang fell.
Xue Dili thinks this series should occupy much of his ti, especially since he planned to watch it in conjunction with the thick political and history textbooks he had, offering a blend of tornt and enjoynt.
He recalls in high school, when the language teacher played this drama in class during the study of "On the Fall of Qin," making the final episodes particularly morable for him.
Only, writing a thousand-word reflection after watching the drama was another form of tornt.
If watching Great Qin Empire wasn't enough for the old Demon King?
Great Han Empire, Chronicles of Three Kingdoms, Magic Jinshu Catalog, Sui and Tang History, Song History, Ming History, Modern History...
Each one is a top-tier enjoynt, every historical record holding unique expertise to ensure this old man learns a lot.
If that's still not enough, prepare Arican history, Great British History, French history, Roman History, etc.—guaranteed to leave the ignorant old man utterly bewildered.
After all this ti, Xue Dili could confidently say he's found his exclusive thod for amusing the old man.
And once he learns all this, the old man can go to Enlightennt at Longchang, guaranteeing insights into so peculiar ideas.
Even Xue Dili could show him the history of Tita Civilization, surely leaving the old man speechless, as Tita Civilization happens to be a multi-race cultural civilization.
In response to crises, they united passionately, striving with everything across millennia just to earn that minuscule hope.
So, the old man imrsed himself in the viewing of the Great Qin Empire, while Xue Dili glanced over again and discovered that the old man's phone screen was sped up to sothing like ten tis speed, and simultaneously he was multitasking, flipping through his textbook.
"A simple acceleration magic, the original double speed was too slow, so I added so." The old Demon King explained, then imdiately plunged back into the story.
Soon, the break ti ended, and the next lesson was the ideological education class. That bald professor was still on the podium, speaking endlessly about little stories and knowledge points. Xue Dili, feeling bored and spinning his pen, glanced at the old Demon King again.
Good heavens, the old Demon King seed to have transford into soone with three heads and six arms, flipping through the textbook, taking notes, listening to the lecture, all while his eyes remained glued to the phone screen playing dramas.
Xue Dili: "..."
He's simply a superhuman…
This is actually because Xue Dili had truly gotten used to the atmosphere at the Eastern University. You must know, that not to ntion in the Otherworld, even in other countries, it would be impossible to teach this kind of dragon slaying technique knowledge to ordinary citizens.
History textbooks from other countries are basically small texts about kindness, and definitely do not teach such "forbidden knowledge" to everyone, bit by bit, like they do here.
And Xue Dili has been accustod to and adapted to this "forbidden knowledge" since he was a child, but for the old Demon King, he has always been puzzled.
Why doesn't this world forbid this unstable knowledge that teaches people how to slay dragons? Have they reached a level of peace where such knowledge is irrelevant?
From the first contact with this knowledge, even though it was just the old professor's ideological education in class, the old Demon King realized that this was akin to teaching people how to overthrow the original empire.
Although he hadn't learned much, he was fortunate to have a broad perspective, and the knowledge was rely because in their world they really didn't have the habit of recording history and politics. It was all just knowledge for researching how to kill, which was of no use to him.
Then, after gaining a general understanding, he was even more amazed and puzzled, so he craved this knowledge even more.
It was as if a new era's door had been opened for him, as the old Demon King looked at the records in his hand and suddenly felt that he didn't need to replicate others' paths. With such remarkable books and wisdom, he was sure that he could explore a path suitable for their world, a path of eternal peace.
Just like the book says, others' paths are for reference only, the path truly suitable for oneself has to be created by oneself.
And so, the old man didn't make a fuss; he studied seriously, more diligently than the college students by countless tis, while Xue Dili, spinning his pen, thought of a point he found puzzling.
The Shabu Insect Race… also existed in that old Demon King's world?
Originally, he didn't know much about the Shabu Insect Race, only thinking that they were like a cosmic disaster-level existence, but he realized in the Black Mist Council that this insect race was also a clan of a certain Apostle.
Moreover, after the old Demon King dealt with the Shabu Insect Race's eggs, people over there could still get the Shabu Insect Race's blood, making Xue Dili feel certain there was so conspiracy involved.
So this ti, he directly took out the Interstellar Corps' lottery machine and started sending out signals: "After the Shabu Eggs are eliminated and cleaned, does the residual insect race's tissue liquid still have a polluting effect? What consequences might there be?"
The signal was sent, and Xue Dili figured it would probably take a few days to receive a reply.
...
In the afternoon, the Interstellar Corps replied, a speed that Xue Dili hadn't expected.
[If the pollution source is eliminated, the pollution body will gradually lose activity. Subsequently, the insect race's tissue liquid still has pollution properties, but won't turn people into insect race mbers anymore. It would just act like a deadly poison, killing people viciously. The toxicity is so intense that it can be collected and used as poison; even Apostles would suffer if hit by it. — An anonymous operator]
Xue Dili: "..."
The old Demon King personally demonstrated the effects of being hit by this deadly poison, and it was from being backstabbed by his most beloved youngest son, costing him nearly half his life.
It's estimated the youngest son was dumbfounded, not expecting his old man to be that fierce, enduring a poison they deed unsolvable and managing to flip everyone's boat.
Xue Dili thought this in his mind.
Soon, it was ti for class to end, and Xue Dili, who had classes all day long, was suffering a headache, especially because the afternoon included special courses on fire disaster ergency rescue and fire disaster handling. Coupled with his previous excessive truancies, he had to go full force catching up during classes.
But at the end of class, the teacher suddenly said, "Students, as requested from above, university courses will appropriately increase in the future, and burdens will also appropriately increase. It might be common for all-week lessons from Monday to Friday in the future. Study well, by the way, our school is piloting the college student burden increase, so perform well."
Xue Dili: "???"
Other college students: "???"
Then everyone took out their phones and checked, feeling like their sky was about to collapse.
Isn't it, during high school, they basically only rested for half a day each month, squeezing out over fifteen hours a day. Finally reaching college, able to rest a bit, only to suddenly find out high school starts reducing burden with weekends off, while college starts increasing burden?
They're being squeezed to death in this generation?
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