Unlike other heroes who seek glory and fame, Odysseus embarked on the path of god-slaying for the sake of his wife and children and a warm home.

He didn't want to participate in the god-slaying battle at all, but for his wife, for his newborn eldest son, and the second son still in his wife's womb, he risked his life to battle Zeus.

Later, he learned from Achilles that his child had become a king and lived a comfortable old age. Only then did he finally feel relieved and liberated, falling into a deep slumber in Greece's Nether River.

Later, when Xue Dili called them out from their slumber, Odysseus didn't really care.

His original thought was just to play around with old friends, and when he got tired, he would return to the Nether River, lay down, and continue sleeping until the end of the world.

But now, you're telling him that this is the future of their world? And then there's some canine breed wanting to destroy the world?

Damn it, can't tolerate it!

Odysseus truly couldn't tolerate it. Not just him, but perhaps all he had to do was go back and throw a stone into the Celestial Thunder, deliver this message, and the next moment, dozens of robust individuals with arms like horse tracks probably couldn't tolerate it either.

Saving someone else's world and saving their own world give them completely different mindsets.

Who knows, they might even find their descendants in this world.

However, he quickly calmed down and exchanged some intelligence and information with Old Man Lovecraft.

After that, Old Man Lovecraft revealed his true plan: "I might stick with you in the first half, but later, I'll act alone."

"Act alone? What do you plan to do?" Odysseus was stunned for a moment.

This Evil Spirit seemed completely different from what he imagined, with too high a sense of self-awareness.

"I want to become a spy, infiltrate the enemy's stronghold, and perhaps with my identity, this is the best way to obtain information," said Old Man Lovecraft, "but don't tell that Mystic Scholar about this plan. Keeping him in the dark makes it easier to succeed."

Odysseus: "?"

Why does this plan sound so familiar to him? Damn, isn't this the method he often used in the past? Now, people from later generations have truly learned the essence of it.

"How can you gain the trust of those fallen Mystics?" Odysseus asked this question.

In fact, he had thought of this plan too, but his conspicuous Birdman Armor would be too noticeable if it appeared in the enemy stronghold, like a shining light, unable to hide at all, so he gave up.

"It's simple because I can tell them my true name is 'Gatandje'," Old Man Lovecraft smiled, and the next moment, he took off his mask, and Odysseus saw twisted sea snails and tentacles.

But he quickly put the mask back on, as if nothing happened.

Odysseus: "..."

Your mask definitely can't cover those protruding tentacles and sea snails, can it? Can you freely distort your facial features?

He might know part of this old man's abilities; he's more like a "Faceless" being, able to change the face under his mask at will, making others see whatever appearance he wants them to see.

In that case, he indeed is more suited to going undercover.

"Alright, I'll cover this side," Odysseus said.

"Hey, I found someone; this is someone I can absolutely trust. He should not have joined that group of fallen Mystics," Austin said from afar.

"Then let's get started," said Lovecraft, but this sentence seemed to have a double meaning.

Thus, this newly formed trio for saving the world began their action.

...

Meanwhile, Xue Dili reached the city center of Boston, but he didn't start acting immediately; instead, he entered the Consciousness Space and saw a four-meter-tall giant exuding a holy aura.

Xue Dili tentatively asked: "Old Undead Deng?"

"Hmph, you still recognize me! You evil little brat finally contacted me after so long," said the old Undead, though he no longer resembled an undead.

He looked more like a pure energy body creature, with those gold-and-white wings almost blinding Xue Dili.

"No way, no one would recognize you like this! Back then, you were all bone and ghost fire, that's what you should look like. You've transformed so much that recognizing you would be a miracle!" Xue Dili immediately retorted.

He never expected that when he tried to summon an "Evil Spirit," he assumed it would be something bizarre, but it turned out to be this Old Deng.

In fact, Xue Dili could feel his state, not as fake but as if tangible, like his imagination materialized into reality. That old Undead really came from their world to Earth.

It makes sense; the only connection to "Evil Spirit" he could summon was this old Undead.

Though it's quite abstract.

The old Undead just huffed arrogantly with his arms crossed.

Then, he seemingly surprised, looked at Xue Dili, paused, and asked: "You've reached Legendary Level?"

"Hmm." Xue Dili stretched out his hand, Magic Power swirling on it. He is currently at Tier Three strength, but that's just on paper. Anyone who treats him as a normal Tier Three is guaranteed to die in a very abstract manner.

Xue Dili now feels like, although he is just a Level 6 hero, he possesses a fully equipped set of Six Divine Armors. His base stats, boosted by the Six Divine Armors, are significantly higher than even a max-level hero.

"Tsk tsk tsk, incredible, incredible, in such a short time you became Legendary? It took me 35 years to reach Legendary... you practically changed my 'years' into 'days,' huh?" In this long-awaited reunion, the old Undead, aside from initially blowing his beard and glaring, could only make fun of Xue Dili's strength.

"So what is your current strength?" Xue Dili asked.

"Mythic Level!" The old Undead confidently pointed at himself and said, "And I'm not considered weak among the Mythic Levels."

Tsk, Xue Dili almost guessed it.

Previously in the Empire, since there wasn't even the concept of "Mythic Level," many top-tier Legendary individuals would call themselves Legendary instead of quasi-Mythic.

At that time, he already felt that the strength of the old Undead and the Witch Demon King was a level higher than other Legendaries.

After the old Undead died, he could still replace the former Pope and half of the holy army. The Witch Demon King could easily instant-kill freshly advanced Legendaries.

However, looking at it this way, the strength of the old Undead only increased a little, and that little increase might have been granted by the World Consciousness as he became the World Guardian after that misty world.

"So weak..." Xue Dili ridiculed.

This naturally triggered the old Undead to start blowing his beard and glaring again, with an impulse to start a fight right now.

But soon, he calmed down as before and then asked, "Are you married now?"

Xue Dili: "..."

Again?

"Married!" Xue Dili hurriedly tried to brush off this topic, genuinely not wanting to hear the old man's rambling about marriage, feeling like visiting relatives during the New Year and being given numerous phone numbers of young girls by various aunts.

Even numbers from those almost 40 years old to those just 14 were being stuffed into his hand.

"Then you should get divorced, I'll find a way to bring my granddaughter over here... You can marry my granddaughter first, and then remarry your previous wife if that works."

The old man's shocking wisdom rendered Xue Dili speechless, and at this moment, his CPU was practically smoking.

Unable to tolerate the old man's rambling, Xue Dili immediately took out his phone and opened a folder full of Ultraman.

"Let me finish my work first, only then will I consider matters of romance. Let me tell you, the enemies my world faces are ten thousand times stronger than the Witch Demon King, I don't have time... You just watch some Ultraman first..." After throwing the phone to the old Undead, Xue Dili felt as if he was trying to placate a disobedient child from a relative's family during the New Year.

"Oh... Then you go ahead, if you need anything from me, I'll definitely come to help you..." The old Undead took the phone, not caring that it was only as big as one of his fingers now, and skillfully opened the contents, browsing through "Ultraman Tiga."

Xue Dili: "..."

He felt like he had invoked someone with side effects. What he needed now was someone who could gather and steal information, but this Old Deng's intelligence-gathering ability wasn't even as good as his own. Better to let him peacefully enjoy Ultraman.

He started confirming the intelligence and planning. Although Xue Dili didn't discover much information inside the Special Service Bureau, he noticed one thing.

"Holy Order? Where did this come from?" He pondered over the details about this cult.

...

Meanwhile, on Odysseus's side.

"Austin, you're not dead? That's really a fortunate miracle." A group of three (three souls) arrived at a bar for a clandestine meeting, and none of the three were quite accustomed to the environment here.

In the dance floor, the acrid mix of tequila and sweat steamed through the air, as a woman in a red dress spun on her stiletto heels, the swirl of her skirt sending smoke rings spiraling from the edge of a booth. Her collarbone cradled shifting colors of light, and the men around the ice bucket had long since loosened their ties, letting them dangle onto the leather sofas, while one of them placed a lemon slice on their vodka-soaked Adam's apple.

Neither the old Mystic Scholar, Odysseus, nor even the author Howard was quite suited for this kind of debauched scene.

Who would have thought that the world was on the brink of apocalypse, yet people seemed ignorant of it all.

"Indeed, Howard, you didn't fall with those others." Austin met with a middle-aged guy across from them.

Although the person seemed nearly forty, in the eyes of the three men, he was still a young man. He was like the other men in the bar hunting for romance, with lipstick marks on his neck—who would have thought he was a Mystic Scholar?

Perhaps relying on this method, he escaped the persecution of the other fallen Mystic Scholars.

On the stage, the girl with a steel pipe danced a hot number, while the bartenders furiously shook champagne for the bosses, and a Neon chef, holding an ice blade, performed tricks as he sliced a live tuna into sashimi to serve to guests.

"In over a year, what exactly has happened in the mystical community?" In this environment, Austin could only dive into the main topic.

Yet upon asking, the man named "Howard" across from them directly showed a grim expression.

"Let's go to the upstairs private room, I'll discuss it in detail with you..."

The group exchanged glances; perhaps they had really found the crucial information they sought.

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