My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

As for the authority of fear held by the Seventh Apostle...

Perhaps this authority was too marginal, and the Mimic Venerable King directly absorbed the Seventh Apostle completely, refining the authority in an instant without even glancing at it.

Maybe it got assimilated by the concept of the Mimic Venerable King itself.

In the end, the authority of fear that had tormented the Seventh Apostle for millennia left no trace at all.

And the Seventh Apostle, who had created countless anomalies and demons, left the entire subspace and all of His legacy behind.

Yes, everything here now belongs to Xue Dinglu, after the Interstellar Corps evacuated these people, all those places like Nightmare Town, the City of Anomalies, Demon Neighborhood, Torturous Apartment, Death Cruise, and the Terror Train...

They all became Xue Dinglu’s possessions.

These subspace carriers meticulously constructed by the Seventh Apostle, Xue Dinglu can use at will.

Xue Dinglu scratched his head, as he mostly just wanted to study something like the Death Cruise. However, the Mimic Venerable King seemed overly generous, throwing everything to Xue Dinglu, claiming...

"You did the most work this time, so you can have these. The Interstellar Corps only needs to receive the remaining population. Besides, I’ve already taken the biggest benefit." The Mimic Venerable King pointed at himself.

In His view, the biggest benefit was the Seventh Apostle himself, another Evil Eye.

Now, the Mimic Venerable King has gathered a pair of Venerable King’s eyes and seems to have unlocked some strange new functions while growing considerably stronger.

Thus, Xue Dinglu received the legacy of the Seventh Apostle, the Mimic Venerable King took in the Seventh Apostle, and the Interstellar Corps received a large population—we all have a bright future.

As for these people who just survived the ordeal...

Xue Dinglu saw members of the Interstellar Corps start to send them away batch by batch through the Teleportation Gate. These people seemed numb, perhaps they had been brutally oppressed by the anomalies, becoming akin to mindless zombies.

As for those who were more subjectively motivated, they were basically killed by the Mimic Venerable King.

Xue Dinglu did not know the reason, nor did he ask. The Mimic Venerable King had His moral baseline and criteria, and perhaps even the Mimic Venerable King thought those beyond saving were truly beyond hope.

Oh, and the souls of the deceased here were all taken away by the Mimic Venerable King.

Therefore, what was left for Xue Dinglu was a subspace without any human, resembling multiple glass beads, devoid of owners.

This feels good...

Xue Dinglu thought to himself.

Before he could receive the legacy of the Seventh Apostle, Xue Dinglu instead returned to the Consciousness Space, ignoring the starry-eyed Susu, and approached the Holy Grail.

Inside the Holy Grail were stored three souls: a Half-Elf, a Lady, and a Noble Baron...

Despite only briefly encountering them, and even using them—using their bodies to accomplish his ritual, which was indeed a despicable act.

Therefore, Xue Dinglu would not just watch them die. Whether it was the Half-Elf who defied the world yet stubbornly lived on, the Lady forced to become someone’s mistress yet seeking vengeance, or the Noble Baron who didn’t hesitate to bleed for justice...

Their futures shouldn’t end in meaningless death.

Thus, Xue Dinglu asked, "Your Majesty? Lend me three lives..."

"Not merely borrowing bodies to return the souls, but granting them rebirth..."

...

The Half-Elf awoke slowly, her pupils contracted instantly, reaching out as if trying to grasp something, and gasping for breath.

"Wait, the ocean? Death Cruise, and that priest sir?" she asked, but found nothing around.

Everything seemed like a scary nightmare, yet felt incredibly real, from the pain of drowning to the warmth of that priest sir, everything was so real.

"Was it just a dream?" she murmured softly.

But the sense of loss soon surged up her heart.

If it was merely a dream, she’d return to that rotten life.

She was a Half-Elf living in the margins, rejected by humans as an Elf and squeezed by Elves as a stray dog, born to conceal her identity, living at the lowest level, like a rat in sewage.

Returning to that life, she didn’t know whether to feel grateful to be alive or to feel pain.

Perhaps, yet another day of "living."

"Your Highness the Princess, have you awoken?" a sudden voice reached her, making the Half-Elf pause in surprise.

"Princess? Me?" She pointed at herself.

Soon, she discovered she was no longer in her tattered leather armor but in a luxurious feathered robe, no longer in the sewer or any random tree hollow, but in a carefully arranged tree house.

"Wait, what’s happening..." She stepped out of the tree house in disbelief.

Instantly, she saw a city made up of countless tree houses—this was the realm of Elves, devoid of any humans.

Numerous Elves no longer looked at her with scornful eyes but respectfully saluted her.

"Princess!"

"Her Highness, the Sixth Princess."

"Would the Princess care for the latest picked flower nectar?"

Big and small Elves addressed her with respect, leaving her brain frozen, CPU struggling to keep up.

Who am I? Where am I?

In her state of disorientation, a note slowly appeared beside her.

"Half-Elf Princess, sorry I lied to you. I’m not a priest, nor a reincarnated one. I deceived you all from start to finish—for the sake of killing that Evil God, I had to resort to this, forgive me. This is a small compensation.

I resurrected you and separated the Elf and human parts in you, now you are a pure Elf, of course, you can use my ’Fake Treasure’ to transform into a pure human, live under any identity—it’s your choice.

Oh, there’s a small perk, now you have Elf lifespan, with human learning ability, that’s my compensation for you.

——A Despicable Priest"

Looking at this note, for some reason, her eyes felt moist, she remembered—it wasn’t a dream, whether attending the Death Cruise mission or being constantly protected by that priest.

"Thank you, Priest..." She kept the note at her chest, intending to preserve it forever...

"Good morning, world!" She no longer needed to live like a rat, instead calling loudly to the sky.

...

The Lady awoke, and this time, she was no longer a princess, nor that captured mistress of the enemy Duke.

Now, she was merely a village woman, living at the border of her original country, just an ordinary village woman.

At most, just a daughter of a local landowner, serving as a nun in the church.

A nun indeed...

She recalled that priest, wondering if the priest was well now?

Today was another day of praying before the statue, she had replaced the church’s statue, substituting it with the likeness of the young Priest Ding.

As she prayed, someone suddenly said, "Daughter, the Empire’s Duke has invaded, breaking our nation’s defense line, the royalty has surrendered, the Princess got captured by the Duke!"

The person outside the house trembling with voice was her current father.

But she resolutely responded, "I heard God’s command, Father! God wants me to become a Saintess and lead the nation to victory!"

She was no longer the helpless princess who got captured, but now she looked at the little note in her hand.

"I’ve cast a leadership buff on you, perhaps as compensation.

——A Despicable God"

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