My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

"My brother, where do you think you’re running? Or perhaps, how do you wish to die..." The cold voice of the Mimic Venerable King echoed, and the Seventh Apostle’s eye, as immense as the stars, trembled in that moment.

The Seventh Apostle was terrified, filled with dread, hiding in this Subspace rift all this time just to avoid conflict with the Apostles and the Interstellar Corps. Even the Subspace world He created and the humans on it were moved little by little over the millennia.

Every time, only hundreds or thousands were relocated, spread across various civilizations and worlds, just so as not to arouse the suspicion of the other Apostles or the Interstellar Corps, developing slowly in this way.

But why, why did such caution lead to the arrival of the Interstellar Corps!

Curse those bastards!

He stared daggers at those four veterans, wishing he could just kill them, but he couldn’t, because they were the completers of the ritual, beings protected by his authority.

Even as an Apostle, he couldn’t defy his own authority.

He immediately unleashed a terrifying spiritual tsunami, directly attacking the Mimic Venerable King and the Four Beasts of Human Evil.

This attack he didn’t expect to have much impact, merely causing chaos so he could make a feigned escape.

But the Mimic Venerable King wasn’t feeling too well, because here it was merely a Fragment.

No, that’s not right; this wasn’t the Mimic Venerable King, but merely a pretender!

The Seventh Apostle instantly calmed down from his fear, his intelligence regained the upper hand, and he realized something was wrong. The being in front of him wasn’t the main body of the Mimic Venerable King but just a Fragment, akin to an avatar.

And the power of this Fragment wasn’t even as strong as his own!

At that moment, the joy of surviving the calamity, along with an indescribable ecstasy, flooded him. The Seventh Apostle suddenly thought of many things.

What if he successfully devoured this Fragment of the Mimic Venerable King?

Once this thought appeared in his mind, he couldn’t resist. No other Apostle would dare entertain such an idea. For centuries they’d avoided eating the Fragment of the Mimic Venerable King, as it marked them with a permanent sign of the Mimic Venerable King, risking the original body of the Mimic Venerable King opening a Teleportation Gate anytime to trap them.

But he was different; essentially, he was also one of the Venerable King’s Fragments, capable of perfectly merging with other Venerable King Fragments!

He immediately summoned his authority, constructing space blockade in his Subspace. It happened in an instant; he only needed to block the space for less than a minute.

As long as he could devour this Fragment, he could completely abandon this Subspace if need be and start anew. But henceforth, consuming this Fragment of the Mimic Venerable King would make him stronger, easing his control over the authority of fear!

No longer fearing, his mind was now filled with greed.

This wasn’t out of foolishness, but because the Seventh Apostle had no choice at this moment.

It’s like a prisoner’s dilemma – if the Seventh Apostle fled now, he might encounter the interception of the Mimic Venerable King Fragment and the Four Beasts of Human Evil. He could not only be continuously countered by fear but also might have to use the power of fear to fight.

At that point, he’d not only lose his hard-earned Subspace but also be subjected to fear’s backlash, making his life a living hell, possibly consuming him instead of the other way around, empowering him.

However, if he bets everything on fighting the Mimic Venerable King Fragment, he has a significant chance of devouring it. Even if he loses his Paradise and fear backlash, at least he’d gain this Fragment.

Then moving forward, rebuilding a new Paradise or continuing to consume fear authority would be smoother sailing.

It’s like a capitalist facing a 100% chance of losing most assets but retaining a small portion, while another choice has a 50% chance of losing everything or a 50% chance of not only not losing but profiting massively – a capitalist would undoubtedly choose the latter.

All in!

All in is a kind of wisdom!

Rather than certain loss, it’s better to bet on the possibility of a huge profit.

In that instant, the Seventh Apostle unleashed his final energy, desperately invoking the authority of fear, disregarding fear’s backlash for another chance to slay this avatar. Everything would be worth it!

The fusion of authority and spiritual power instantly boiled this Subspace, and the veterans on the Death Ferry felt the entire black sea erupting with furious tsunamis, the Death Ferry as helpless as a lone boat in a storm.

They couldn’t understand why their final mission was complete, yet they hadn’t returned home but instead saw the unparalleled fury of the Evil God of Fear.

"Why? Evil God, why is this happening!" they roared at the giant eye in the sky.

But now, the Evil Eye cared nothing for such matters.

Fear turned into a spiritual assault, trying to use authority to directly crush the Mimic Venerable King’s avatar.

"Buzz!" The Mimic Venerable King’s avatar shattered.

The Seventh Apostle instantly wore a delighted expression, utterly surprised that this avatar was so fragile, fragile enough that, despite being his all-out attack, it shattered it in one blow.

Even Susu was taken aback, exclaiming, "How can this be!"

"It’s not over yet." At this moment, Xue Dili appeared before the Seventh Apostle, "I never thought I would lead with this kind of power..."

And from the shattered energy of the Mimic Venerable King, laughter seemed to resonate: "In my calculations, the Seventh Apostle had a 92% chance to act out of desperation, and an 8% chance to flee outright. So, once he chose desperation, he had already lost completely!"

"What!" The Seventh Apostle, clad in a white robe bristling with thorns, as he saw the shattered Mimic Venerable King and the Four Beasts of Human Evil, felt the fear of his consciousness being replaced rising in his heart.

It wasn’t his summoning ritual but another one, close to the Venerable King. The Mimic Venerable King’s avatar wasn’t the master of this ritual but this white-robed individual was...

"Thirteenth Apostle, Ah Guang!" He exclaimed in horror, revealing Xue Dili’s identity, "So it was you, the one hunting Apostles, it was you!"

"You’ve finally discovered," Xue Dili chuckled, pointing to the sky with one hand. In the next moment, a giant finger imbued with light descended from above, and the Seventh Apostle watched in terror as the finger fell from the sky.

It was the finger of the Mimic Venerable King’s main body!

"Damn it, no matter how many schemes you play, you’re still weak; that’s your biggest flaw!" The Seventh Apostle also went all out, completely covering himself with the power of fear, intending to unleash a similar, fear-laden spiritual tsunami at Xue Dili.

"Xue Dili, quickly use Genesis! Let our consciousness become one!" The voice of the Mimic Venerable King echoed.

"I intended to do just that; we are prepared to merge!" Xue Dili’s voice, entangled in thorns, rang out.

"What?!" The Seventh Apostle was momentarily stunned, "What kind of merging? An Apostle merging with the Mimic Venerable King’s avatar? What?"

The light of the Mimic Venerable King Fragment entered Xue Dili’s body, and not just that, other Beasts of Human Evil also turned into light, fusing into Xue Dili’s body. The thorns in his hand pierced through the hole in his palm, and behind him, it was as if a five-layered sonic wave appeared,

"Seventh Apostle, even at death’s door, you remain ignorant. Our merging is to completely strip away your authority and ritual, the ultimate ritual!"

"It is—Beast!"

"Blotting out the sky, the end descends, the Seventh Beast of Human Evil, the Beast of the End!"

A creature clad entirely in blood armor emerged in the Subspace at that moment; the entire world seemed to tremble.

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