Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1198 The Lost Ones and Visitors from Thunder Bluff

Yes, yes, yes, this isn't paranoia, it's just simple caution.

After rolling its enormous bull eyes speechlessly, the old bull, having gained some understanding of Leon's personality, was too lazy to argue with this human who was already suffering from terminal paranoia. It simply lifted its front hoof and stepped out of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils, heading upwards... probably towards the Pure White Land above.

In the Bureau of Cleanup's exploration of the Old Land, for the Old Land where time and space are extremely chaotic, the orientation itself does not have much significance.

The boundless astral plane is like a balloon filled with water, and each plane is like a bubble in the balloon, constantly moving with the flow of the astral plane.

The "water" outside the old earth is heavier than the "bubbles," so each plane, whether large or small, spiritual or material, will only follow the law and float upwards, fixedly floating on the water's surface.

The "water" within the Old Earth is lighter than the "bubbles" and is constantly and irregularly stirred up all year round. As a result, the planes within the Old Earth also move wildly around with the "water" without any pattern, making it almost impossible to determine their location or destination.

If one doesn't have a compass and star gate like humans, or a "veteran ox" to carry them, then rashly leaving one's own plane of existence will result in endless drifting... and even death will become a luxury.

After all, death is a very "advanced" rule, and it doesn't exist everywhere. It basically only exists in mature and stable material planes.

For those lost in the vast astral realm, unable to access any rules, a quick and painless death is nonexistent. Only when their bodies are worn down little by little in endless drifting, and their will is completely eroded by eternal loneliness, can they possibly find a peaceful end...

At least theoretically, that should be the case.

……

What the hell is that?

After relying on the ox's excellent stamina and the Golden Bull Director's location provided by the Star Compass, they arrived near the Pure White Land.

Gazing at the pristine white earth stretching endlessly into the distance in the boundless star realm, and the countless figures falling into the Pure Land with eyes full of relief, their bodies annihilated into a flower of flesh and blood, their souls seeping into the Pure Land, Leon's brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Are those people lost in the old land? Were they attracted here and fell to their deaths in this pure white paradise?"

"Moo (more or less)"

Watching the raindrops fall from the astral plane, staining the distant pristine land with streaks of blood before finally returning to pure white, the old ox smacked its lips, then turned and mooed a few times.

"Moo moo moo moo (The Pure White Land attracts the lost, helping them embrace death and then transform into angels. For these unfortunate souls who have fallen into the Astral Plane and can't even die, this is not a bad outcome.)"

Attract the lost... help them embrace death...

Gazing at the bizarre and cruel scene, which could barely be considered a "good deed," Leon frowned and asked the old ox beneath him, somewhat puzzled:

"Since it can attract lost souls falling into the old world, why not just save them instead of letting them fall to their deaths?"

"Moo moo moo (Because many lost souls have been drifting for countless years, their original memories have been almost completely erased, and it's even uncertain whether the plane they came from still exists. Some people have even completely stopped thinking.)"

Moo moo moo (presumably because they felt it was better to just let them fall than to save a soul full of pain, or an empty shell that had not only lost its memory but also had its consciousness on the verge of dissipation).

Moo moo moo (When someone is about to crash into something and die, those who still have the will to live will naturally save themselves, while those who don't even have the will to save themselves are not worth saving.) If that's the case... it doesn't seem to make any sense?

After hearing the old ox's explanation, although he still felt that the scene in the distance was strange and creepy, Leon, who couldn't think of a better way, temporarily understood the choice of the White Virgin Mary. He then took the old ox into his dream, closed his eyes, and fell towards the Pure White Land.

"Moo moo moo?"

"You little blackie... ah no, I mean I'm not doing anything, I just plan to use this method to sneak in and see what the Pure White Land is really like."

After switching out of the Master of Performance badge, mimicking the empty expression of the other "Lost Ones," he whispered to Leon, who was plummeting down the pure white earth:

“A person’s words can be faked, but their actions are hard to fake. Whether the White Mother can be trusted and whether she can be an ally of us humans can be determined by looking at the situation in the White Land under her rule.”

"Moo moo moo? (What if she's been pretending her whole life, acting the whole time? What then?)"

"If she can really pretend to be a good person for so long, then there's no difference between her and a real good person; she can be trusted just the same."

"Moo moo moo (Yeah, anyway, whether she's a good person or not, you're definitely not a good person, and you'll definitely be scheming to guard against her)"

"..."

You're talking way too much!
As he grew closer to the old ox, whose sharp tongue became increasingly biting, Leon couldn't help but click his tongue and mentally mark it wrong. Then, as he drew closer to the pure white earth, he began to struggle slowly and stiffly.

"Something's wrong! Something's amiss!"

Among the countless motionless lost souls, someone who suddenly moves will naturally become extremely conspicuous.

Upon discovering someone still salvageable, the angel, who sat atop a strange white tower, gazing upwards without blinking, immediately signaled for a small team to approach the upside-down Leon.

"Don't catch him directly with your hands!"

Hastily pulling back the subordinate who tried to catch Leon, the leading female angel spread her cloud-like wings and solemnly instructed:
"Even if these lost souls appear to be physically intact, they have actually been adrift for an unknown amount of time, and their bodies are likely severely damaged. You will die if you catch them with your bare hands; you must use your wings to spread out the gentlest holy light and support them!"

"I...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The young angel, having made a mistake, quickly spread his wings and, together with the leading female angel, caught the falling Leon. Then, with a face full of shame, he said:

“You’ve told me all this before, but it’s been so many years since I’ve seen a lost person who is still conscious. I… I’m just too excited…”

"It's okay to be excited. It's a good thing to be excited about saving lives. It proves that you have a kind heart. But our job is to save lives, so no matter how happy you are, you can't lose your composure."

After patting the young angel on the head, the female angel, who was the leader of the rescue team, carefully examined Leon's appearance and then softly asked:

"This... um... Mr. Minotaur, do you remember your name?"

(End of this chapter)