My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Chapter 590 - 377: This Is Too Extreme

Faust silently gazed at the Demon in his heart. This time, he didn’t reply, only said, "There are other ways, just like Mephisto often says, a curved path to salvation..."

"Even though I can’t do it now, there must be some way to improve their living conditions..." Faust rejected the Demon.

The Demon in his heart didn’t reply, it merely grinned, mocking this ’Lord’ who stands alone under the heavens, above the masses, sarcastically laughing at this second-ranking member of the Praise Society.

And so, Faust began his journey of observing the world.

First, he discovered that the chaos and Death at the bottom came from the rampant Mafia; when the order at the bottom layer is missing, some organization must fill the void. Hence, the Mafia emerged.

Thousands of Mafias make up the world’s lowest-level enforcers, each one trash, drugging, partying, endlessly beating and abusing prostitutes who are even less valuable than themselves...

These Mafias are small with merely a handful of people, or large with thousands, resembling a dynasty.

These people have their hands in every place; even the filthy spots like managing toilets bear their mark.

Faust began to wonder, what is the purpose of these Mafias?

Is it that even after prostitutes die, they can still scrape off some profit from their corpses? Or in their factories, the fact that children as young as three become boiler workers, working more than 20 hours a day, only to fall into the boilers to burn to Death?

So for the second time, he proposed a plan to crack down hard on the Mafia, recruiting law enforcers and specialized government to manage the secular grassroots within the Praise Society’s peripheral members.

At the very least, provide the basics of order to the bottom layer.

"That won’t work, sir, that’s too extreme! There are too many Mafia members, we can’t kill them all. Kill one batch and another batch will come, endlessly,"

"Indeed sir, moreover, being able to cover the entire grassroots order, it’s impossible, this plan is too extreme."

Everyone once again opposed his plan, Faust silently watched the voting, with only himself supporting the proposal.

He looked at his student, who abstained, or rather, never cared about such matters.

Faust wanted to say, that he alone could clean up the world’s Mafia.

As a Quasi-Tier Five, given time, he could layout a Technique of Heaven’s Eye across the world to monitor all those at the bottom.

Whenever there’s killing, harming, or abusing, Heaven’s Eye would directly deliver divine punishment.

He believed given time, he could kill all the Mafias in the world, to create a bright and clear Heaven, a peaceful era. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

However, he was like a toothless tiger; whenever he wanted to make a move, everyone else would block him.

Fine, I’ll revise the plan...

He continued investigating those Mafias and horrifyingly discovered that all Mafias were setups by Nobles.

There’s no real Mafia; these Mafias are merely shadows of proxy wars waged by Mysterious Nobles.

All Nobles are outwardly amicable, but secretly, they cultivate their men into Mafias, kicking off centuries-long proxy wars and territory battles in darkness.

This is their game, coldly watching as the Mafias eat each other, maintaining control over them.

To resolve the prostitute issue, one must first tackle these Mafias; to deal with the Mafias, one must address the powerful Mysterious Nobles behind them.

In the third meeting of the Praise Society, he proposed a plan targeting Mysterious Nobles, eliminating their minions, turning them into toothless tigers, along with disrupting the flawless succession of their titles, demoting every inheriting Noble by one rank.

But this time, reactions were even more hysterical than before, and everyone used the greatest means to stop the plan.

The plan failed once again; Faust was unwilling to give in. He secretly kidnapped a Noble Patriarch and, through violent soul searching, saw their memories.

Faust saw behind every Noble stood the figures of his Praise Society colleagues, managing the world together...

He laughed, and laughed aloud.

The Demon in his heart laughed along, as if mocking.

He approached his student, gazing at the Twelfth Apostle, the world’s Lord, someone capable of elevating an ordinary person to a Quasi-Tier Five pinnacle or, with a flick, eliminating all Mafias and Nobles.

He wanted to reform the world; this world was sick, even more so than before the great transformation.

"Teacher, you’re a bit too extreme." Mephisto’s only response was, "Your plans are too radical."

...

For the last time, Faust returned to the present world, revisiting his familiar school, yet now it had long become a nightclub.

A nightclub standing for a century; seeing his former school transformed into Flower Street, Faust smiled, but for some reason, his eyes were filled with deep sorrow.

"Sir, would you like to come in and play? We have the most beautiful courtesans in all of Flower Street." The old bawd solicited earnestly.