Chapter 671: Chapter 402: Is It Really Over?_2
This was something she’d learned from a TV drama she watched before. As for what it was called, she’d kind of forgotten. Anyway, it seemed like even a last Emperor in it had to step on a sewing machine in prison just to feed himself.
After chatting with Xue Dili for a while, Susu suddenly said, "Bro, that Apostle, did she really die that easily?"
Xue Dili’s face also flashed with a hint of doubt for a second, and he replied, "Why do you think that?"
Because for some unknown reason, Xue Dili had the same thought. That idea was even deeply rooted—whenever he had a free moment, he’d think: "Is the Twelfth Apostle really dead?"
Susu also shook her head. Her face was full of confusion, and she said, equally baffled, "I don’t know either, it’s just this feeling, like everything before went way too smoothly, too easily, like something’s off. Even though this was the result Mr. Faust achieved by sacrificing himself, it still feels wrong..."
Susu hemmed and hawed for half the day, but that was all she could say. The whole thing was just "a feeling," "something off," and "intuition" and the like.
However, Xue Dili had the same feeling.
But in fact, he had already begun to grasp the planet’s authority, and the Twelfth Apostle who died in the Consciousness Space absolutely could not resurrect on his planet. Xue Dili had already cut off all authorities.
The Consciousness Space was precisely Subspace. This region didn’t even belong to the original Cosmos; it existed in another Cosmos that partially overlapped with this one, to say nothing of planetary authority that could only affect one’s own planet.
No matter how bizarre the Twelfth Apostle was, she was ultimately just the planet’s will. Even if she possessed the native invincibility of a planetary will, she also shared the trait of planetary wills losing all their power once they left their own turf.
Thinking of this, Xue Dili shook his head, shaking off these illusions from his mind.
And even if the Twelfth Apostle did have some hidden backup plan, he wasn’t afraid. At this point he could already be considered the planet’s temporary proxy. Even if the original Twelfth Apostle showed up, she wouldn’t be a match for Xue Dili, this rude guest.
Now, if Mephisto came rushing over, she’d be the challenger!
Xue Dili immediately ignored that faint sense that something was off, and started dealing with these nobles.
...
"My lord, reality proves that only nobles can govern the world well. Without nobles, society will explode."
"Exactly, my lord, we are all nobles. Making those lowborns serve us faithfully is their proper duty."
"My lord, if you don’t want to handle these trivial matters, you can entrust everything to us Mysterious Nobles. The thoughts of lowborns only hinder the world’s progress!"
"Oh, and my lord, tell your Xiao Organization to tone it down. Don’t let those prostitutes abandon their posts. They are the most important form of wealth..."
As time went on, more and more nobles gathered in Yujin City, and all came to meet Xue Dili.
The nobles all jabbered at once, airing their ideas. Even though Xue Dili had lost his emotions by now, he was still shocked by these shameless bastards.
These people actually dared to say such things out in the open? Were they really not worried that their nine generations of kin would be wiped out wholesale?
Xue Dili stayed silent and didn’t directly reject them. Instead, he said, "Fine. As long as all of you set your Patriarchal seats in Yujin City, I will grant you the most powerful, strongest blessing. Only valid until tomorrow. Every noble who comes to Yujin City—don’t miss a single one."
Xue Dili’s fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop as he spoke.
"Yes, my lord, no problem at all, my lord!"
These noble envoys who had come to negotiate were all smiles. It had been the same with the Old Gods before—every noble who followed them in the first wave had become a member of the Praise Society, and in the aftermath they would become the greatest nobles in the entire world.
These people figured they might finally get to feast on meat.
"However, I’ll be abolishing the current gang and courtesan system, and have all the other children converted into courtesans. That would greatly reduce the labor force." Xue Dili calmly voiced this as a test.
"That won’t do!"
"Impossible, my lord, that’s far too radical!"
"Right, my lord, courtesans are the underlying logic of how the world runs. Your idea is way too extreme!"
"This kind of method will only shake the world and make it unstable, even collapse its very structure! My lord, please reconsider!"
...
All the nobles were chattering away, each one sounding like a loyal, virtuous, and wise minister, worrying themselves sick over the world, earnestly trying to talk him down—as if in this moment they had completely stopped fearing Xue Dili’s power.
And Xue Dili quietly wrote down their family names and crests. On the purge list, these families went straight to the top.
Xue Dili looked them over and continued, "Then lower the price of bread a bit? Right now, bread at 500,000 is way too expensive."
"No, my lord! That’s far too radical!"
"Bread must be priced above 500,000. Only then can the whole world keep running."
"My lord, if bread isn’t expensive, those lowborns will just turn into lazy bums who do nothing but lie flat!"
...
More waves of admonitions and advice came crashing in, as if they were officials who only cared about the common people—good officials, honest officials, benevolent parents of the people—coaxing Xue Dili the way one would coax an Emperor.
And Xue Dili simply wrote down another batch of families in silence. On the "Nine Clans Elimination" fun list, there would definitely be a spot reserved for them.
As for how to solve the noble problem?
The Old Demon Emperor had once given Xue Dili a demonstration—though the Old Demon Emperor had learned it from the history of some Eastern Great Country on Earth—that was to drag the nobles off to the wet market for struggle sessions, stripping away all their supposed legitimacy and sanctity.
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