Chapter 589: Chapter 376: Time to Wake Up—Let’s Burn This World to Ashes! (Part 2)
At the same time, in order to hide her slightly pointed ears, Fafnir grew her hair long and kept her ears covered, revealing the pair she inherited from her mother only after returning home.
Foreigners at Ke University were quite common, even in the cafeteria where there were many foreign faces. It wasn’t particularly unusual; at most, they curiously glanced at her hair, marveling at the thought that such a young-looking child was actually a university student?
After lunch, she returned to the library. Xue Dili even followed to see the library, which was a self-study room on the sixth floor, at least half of the seats were filled. Xue Dili felt like he was back in his third year of high school.
However, Fafnir wasn’t always studying. Alongside the borrowed biology textbooks on her desk was a peculiar book titled "The Arrogant Teacher Falls in Love with Me", which she immediately covered with "A History of Biology" in embarrassment.
"I’ll go to the library to read, you continue..." Xue Dili decided it was best not to disturb his little niece, so he wandered to the nearby shelves to find a book to read.
At the same time, he was accumulating experience for setting up the library for the Magic Academy in the future, observing how real libraries arrange and organize their collections.
Though Xue Dili’s Magic Academy outwardly looked like Old Green’s fantasy-themed campus, he patterned the internal arrangements after Ke University.
For instance, the dormitories resembled those of Ke University: a bed above a desk setup, though changed from four-person rooms to two-person rooms.
Classrooms, too, had the familiar appearance of Ke University classrooms, and even the desks and chairs looked comparable to those.
If a Ke University student were to tour his Magic Academy, they’d probably find it authentic and feel a sense of nostalgia for familiar surroundings.
Susu was already back in her bed. She actually loved the dorm; living there made her feel like a university student, attending classes through Xue Dili’s perspective, as if she too was receiving an education.
Doing so made her feel as though she was soaking up knowledge, although even when Xue Dili was in class, she only listened occasionally. Most of the time, she was obsessively clutching the Apple phone Xue Dili had given her.
"You don’t seem to be ruling the world, Apostle." Suddenly, a voice residing within him spoke.
It was Faust’s voice.
"Why would I want to rule the world?" Xue Dili countered the somewhat manic Mystic Scholar.
Xue Dili didn’t have a particularly good or bad impression of Faust. He was the type who, in the darkest of times, sought to bury the old world, not considering or having the right to consider whether the new world would be better or worse.
All he wanted was the complete destruction of the twisted world created by the Twelfth Apostle.
"Because an Apostle needs to rule the world to gain a constant influx of people, right?" Faust voiced his doubts.
He was always snooping, and was aware of the conversations with the Little Witch, always silently watching this world through his own perspective.
This vibrant school...
He was also a teacher, a professor at the Magic Academy, having taught countless students, many of whom became sought-after Mystic Scholars, and even taught the Twelfth Apostle.
Therefore, from a school, he could typically discern the look of society, but clearly, in Xue Dili’s eyes, the world was not in his control, making him seem just like another facet of the populace.
Indistinguishable from any other.
Despite, on a fundamental level of biology and form, it was questionable if Xue Dili could even still be considered "human," he continued playing the role of his ordinary self, a student at a university without any special privilege.
Faust suddenly found it very novel; he confirmed that Xue Dili was an Apostle, the grand Divine Tree was no illusion, but he lacked the greed typical of the Apostles he had known.
Even as an Apostle, he led an average life in this bustling world.
"You don’t even consider uniting the whole world, resolving all conflicts, creating a world of your own ideals?" Faust asked.
"Why would I do that?" Xue Dili was genuinely puzzled.
Faust couldn’t find the words, looking through Xue Dili’s eyes at the students napping in the library.
Napping in the library was quite normal, given the air conditioning, even though autumn had arrived and outerwear was needed, the library’s air conditioning was still running.
After all, one might as well take advantage of the school’s resources.
And this laziness and sense of peace was something Faust could never imagine.
He grew up in a renaissance-like era, where the upper classes were intoxicated with pleasure, and the lower classes were numb and twisted.
After the Twelfth Apostle rose to power, the upper class became the enslaved minions of Apostles, while the lower class was composed entirely of gangs, underground organizations, and various prostitutes selling themselves.
The world didn’t become better; it got worse.
And seemingly, it would continue to deteriorate.
The feeling of tranquility from having an afternoon nap in the library was something he hadn’t encountered for ages, and seeing this scene even evoked a sense of nostalgia.
He felt a sense of longing for that renaissance era, despite its backwardness, life had hopes and purpose. They lived in this world full of hopes and goals, not merely as...
Just livestock living as the Divine Tree’s nourishment.
Mephisto sought to outwardly indulge the gods while compromising with the old nobles, using their influence to oppress the lowest classes, turning the lower levels into a domain of gangs, prostitutes, and... corpses and chaos.
Hence, he saw no future, for it was taken from him, by the student he was once most proud of, and it would never appear before him again; he couldn’t see the future, couldn’t see a path forward.
He had already turned his back to the darkness, obscuring his eyes.
So...
Is such a world truly right?
This is the question posed by the biggest beneficiary of that revolutionary time.
From a Mystic Scholar teacher, he rose to Quasi-Tier Five, a demigod-level Extraordinary being.
He became the nominal leader of that world, second only to Mephisto, within the organization founded by his own student, the "Praise Society," truly a person of unrivaled status worldwide.
But why betray his own class? Was he not supposed to rule alongside Mephisto?
Faust thought, perhaps it was just because a Mystic Scholar girl, whom he admired for her talent, was unwilling to become a prostitute in a nightclub controlled by gangs.
Is this world right?
Indeed, it’s merely this dark by nature; Mystic Nobles basking in ancient knowledge indulge in their pleasures while the mysterious organized crime brutally controls the lower classes.
Boys turned into laborers and girls into prostitutes and playthings.
Nobles’ offspring become nobles, gangsters’ children become gangsters, prostitutes’ descendants remain prostitutes...
When he saw that girl, whom he fancied could become a Mystic Scholar, turned into a brothel madam promoting her daughter, the star of the Flower Street nightclub...
Faust silently gazed at the girl he once had high hopes for; he felt something was taken away, perhaps it was humanity...
Thus, in the meetings, he proposed beginning to control the lower classes and abolish the current twisted system.
But the response he received was...
"That’s not possible, sir, that’s too extreme, it would cause social upheaval."
Everyone reacted the same, and looking at his student, the Twelfth Apostle, he said nothing, not siding with him, which tacitly meant he shared the same thoughts.
Truly...
Faust closed his eyes, not intending to argue further.
It was hopeless...
But it seemed something shattered in his heart, perhaps his last fantasy about Mephisto, or maybe the demon lurking within his heart finally breaking free.
Wake up, Faust, let’s burn this world to ashes!
The demon in his heart extended its hand to him.
