"Ring ring..." The phone’s ringtone echoed in the room.
Alola took out her phone and checked the current ti. It was 6 o’clock, still before working hours.
She was initially ready to grumble a bit, but as soon as she noticed the call was from Xue Dili’s family, she beca alert.
At the sa ti, Old Barak erged from the Female Pope’s short sword, now resembling a floating soul, half in and half out of the greatsword, and asked curiously, "Whose call is it?"
"Shh!" Alola imdiately signaled the old thing to be quiet and then said, "Hello, this is Alola from Silver Country Farm."
The voice on the other end paused slightly before an aunt’s voice ca through: "Miss Alola, I want to ask, if soone starts losing emotions, then loses their sense of taste, or any of the other five senses, is there any treatnt for it?"
In an instant, both Alola and Old Barak’s pupils constricted simultaneously.
Especially Old Deng, who suddenly felt as if PTSD had struck him, crazily grabbed the phone and shouted, "What’s going on? Xue lost his sense of taste again!!"
There was silence on the other end of the line as well.
After a long pause, the voice asked, "Why did you say ’again’?"
Old Barak almost let out a shrill scream like a squeaky toy: "I clearly reversed his undead transformation, so why... is it still happening now!"
...
Xue Dili slowly rode his bicycle, heading towards the school.
He might have misunderstood the root of the Self-Destructor’s power. Previously, he always thought that it was the remnants of suffering absorbed by the Cursed Blood that gradually allowed him to gain this power.
Now it seed more like the disease had already taken root during the ti of the undead transformation, and the void only continued to expand this root.
He recalled the feelings during the undead transformation. The ti he actually beca undead wasn’t long, and it seed the feelings during the undead period were really similar to now.
"Do you need the fruit?" The words of the 10th Apostle still echoed in his mind.
If it were the Great Sage, although the old thing on the path of the Self-Destructor far surpassed him, would he choose to use the fruit?
Xue Dili estimated that the old thing wouldn’t. He might even use Cursed Blood to enter the fruit, absorbing the suffering of billions of souls inside and letting them reincarnate.
Probably, Xue Dili felt that the old man would certainly think that way. He wouldn’t hesitate like the present Xue Dili but would firmly walk his path.
He sighed, feeling that his realm was still not enough.
Xue Dili pondered silently like this and then arrived at school.
He was not soone who excessively struggled with gains and losses, and if not for the worried looks from his family, which made him very uncomfortable, he wouldn’t think about solving this issue.
As for the fruit...
This kind of thing, nourished by life, should not exist in the cosmos. Right now, most of the disasters in the cosmos are caused by these spiritual fruits.
"At least in my generation, solve the apocalypse caused by the Divine Tree." That was Xue Dili’s thought.
At least don’t let this disaster continue to affect the next generation.
Xue Dili always had this viewpoint, that one generation should only solve the problems of their generation. In his generation, at least solve the Divine Tree disaster, and as for other issues, future generations would have to carry the torch.
But now, do he have any power that can truly kill the Apostles?
Space Slash, and, Self-Destructor?
Space Slash can only be used as a tool. The power that can truly kill other Apostles...
Xue Dili rembered the shock and disdain in the eyes of the 10th Apostle upon hearing about his control over the void power. This power might not be as simple as it appears on the surface.
It’s just a pity that he couldn’t directly extract information about advancing the void power from the Mist Council.
...
"Good morning..." In the Consciousness Space, the Little Witch woke up groggily.
In the academy’s dormitory, she seed to be sealed by the bed. Even after waking up, she still clung to her phone and refused to get out of bed.
This kind of person would definitely be the type to fail all courses once they hit college.
No, she dropped out by the age of six, so she didn’t even have the qualifications to suffer the intellectual blows of college knowledge.
Then the Little Witch looked at her phone for a while, curious about the class Xue Dili was attending.
"Wow, brother, you’re still going to school? But why does your standard male university, how does it have hundreds of billions of headcount overhead?" Susu continued looking at the KDA over Xue Dili’s head, her expression suddenly stiffening.
She hadn’t noticed before, but the number over Xue Dili’s head had increased by another 280 million.
There’s nothing much to say. The additional 280 million must be the headcount of her hotown folks. Wait, has brother been guiding those who have turned into Evil Ghosts from the hotown to the Pure Land, allowing them to return to the world?
Does this all count as headcount?
Little Witch stared blankly at Xue Dili and suddenly seed to realize how the hundreds of billions of headcount over Xue Dili’s head ca about.
At this mont, she glanced at the blackboard in the classroom where the teacher was explaining.
"Students, now turn your books to page 22. Today we will learn the points about underwater ergency rescue and drowning rescue."
Xue Dili listened earnestly to the lecture.
Last ti, it was due to not knowing the crucial points of underwater rescue that indirectly led to Howard’s death, although his mother directly took the bla, thinking it was her lack of arrangent, which caused unexpected struggles in the Divine Tree and even gave Howard a new life afterward.
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