pappabearbooks Chapter 582 - 373: The Twelfth Apostle?
Chapter 582 - 373: The Twelfth Apostle?
Xue Dili’s pupils narrowed slightly as he silently looked at this man who had opened by addressing him as an Apostle.
Although the man behaved with impeccable etiquette, there was a kind of bone-deep arrogance about him; even as he looked at Xue Dili, his face was still full of smiles.
Xue Dili didn’t know whether this guy was bluffing, or if he really knew his identity.
"A teacher? I don’t think just any teacher can reach Mythic Level." Xue Dili said calmly.
The man opposite him, wearing a monocle, kept smiling and didn’t show any reaction.
So the first one to come is a hard-to-deal-with type... Xue Dili thought.
He’d long since prepared himself for the fact that the visitors wouldn’t all be easy to talk to, but this was the first time he’d seen someone who looked perfectly normal on the surface, yet made him feel a faint chill in his bones.
"So it seems you do not deny your identity, sir?" The man smiled, then very elegantly removed his top hat again, gave a formal bow, and said with a smile,
"My deepest apologies, Lord Apostle. It seems I must properly introduce myself. My name is Faust, a teacher of ’Mystical Ceremony,’ and also a..." He smiled, the corners of his mouth spreading as he opened his arms like he was about to embrace the sun, laughing as he said,
"Apostle’s Followers!"
He looked toward the sky-covering Divine Tree behind the Magic Academy and burst into wild laughter, cackling like a child, laughing with unrestrained madness.
At that moment, Xue Dili’s pupils contracted sharply. He looked at this wildly laughing visitor; his premonition was feeding him more and more warnings.
A very dangerous lunatic.
That was Xue Dili’s first impression of this man who called himself "Faust."
...
"Bro, who’s that guy staring at the Divine Tree and laughing like a maniac? How did he suddenly appear here? Isn’t this your inner space? I remember only dead people can come here, right?" The Little Witch looked at the man in the distance, who was laughing hysterically at the Divine Tree, as if she were looking at an idiot.
"He’s an idiot. A very dangerous idiot. Stay as far away from him as you can." Xue Dili said, then glanced at the man in the distance and added, "He should already be dead, and has been dead for many years—probably died in a really miserable way."
"How miserable?" The Little Witch griped. "More miserable than me?"
"Like being sealed by an enemy in some pitch-black place where you never see the Light of day, and then slowly wasting away in centuries of mental torment until your last breath is gone." Xue Dili seemed able to roughly sense part of a visitor’s memories even without relying on dreams.
However, when he tried to look at Faust’s memories, all he felt was like being shoved into a tiny dark room—no sound, no Light, nothing he could interact with.
He was locked in that little black room like that, with no idea how long he’d been there, until he completely died.
"Then yeah, he’s got it worse. No wonder he’s a bit cracked..." the Little Witch complained, retreating behind Xue Dili. "By the way, what kind of grudge did his enemies have with him to bother killing him in such an extreme way?"
"No idea. But he called himself Apostle’s Followers, so I’m guessing some Apostle was the one who did it." Xue Dili arrived at a hypothesis.
But would an Apostle really use this method on one of their own followers?
Xue Dili couldn’t get any more intel. Even when he tried to explore Faust’s memories, all he got was endless footage of being locked in a little black room with nothing in it.
"Stay away from him for now. I’ll set a restriction—won’t let him enter the Magic Academy. You should go back to your dorm and hide under the covers." Xue Dili instructed.
"Oh..." Susu replied.
After he finished his crazed outburst, the man seemed to want to take a closer look at that Divine Tree. He walked straight out of the Academy and headed toward the tree.
Xue Dili was happy to let him do that, and followed along the whole way.
Right now Xue Dili’s Consciousness Space was enormous; he hadn’t even probed its borders yet.
The center of the Consciousness Space was, of course, the Magic Academy. Behind the Magic Academy was a huge slope, and on top of that slope stood a tree nearly a kilometer in diameter.
The tree blotted out the sky and the sun; from inside the Magic Academy, when people looked up at it, they felt like the Academy was built at the foot of a towering cliff.
But that wasn’t a cliff—just the underside of the roots of a gigantic tree.
This was the Divine Tree sealed beneath Boston, carried here by a meteorite during the Cretaceous Period and buried deep under that stretch of earth.
At this moment, Faust had gradually arrived at the base of the Divine Tree. He gazed excitedly at the sky-covering tree and sighed, "What a magnificent creation. I truly never imagined anyone could cultivate a Divine Tree to such a sky-blotting scale."
"Compared to you, that Apostle who’s ruthless within yet compromises without, still preaching about ’the world’ and ’justice’..."
"Hahaha, so that’s how it is. My Technique actually succeeded—it worked! It’s just that my Technique took a hundred years to activate!"
Faust kept muttering things Xue Dili couldn’t understand, like the ravings of a lunatic, yet also like the words of a man pursuing truth who had finally, through this sixty-million-year-old Divine Tree, glimpsed the truth he’d always wanted to see.
"I’m quite interested in that Apostle you mentioned." Beside Xue Dili, a table and chairs grew out from the tree roots. Xue Dili gestured for Faust to sit, then said, "Care to tell me your story—and his?"