Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1227 Dead End and Trivial Matters

The three of us... seem like we're going to die?
After exchanging silent glances with the other two pillar gods for a while, the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada, still somewhat doubtful, squinted its eyes and said:
“Crow, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that you suddenly said something like that… Could you be a little more specific?”

"To be more specific... do you still remember the Dream Master?"

After comparing the concentration of "calamity" on the faces of the three pillar gods, the thrush replied with a twitching expression:
"From the moment you said you were going to find Number 3, the aura of calamity emanating from you was almost the same as it was before it died..."

"..." x3
Judging from the thrush's behavior... it doesn't seem like it's deliberately lying out of fear of the God of Cookery to slack off? Could it be that our trip is truly fraught with peril?

"But being plagued by calamities doesn't necessarily mean death, right?"

Feeling that the Father's orders still had higher priority, and recalling the events at the Pure White Land, the Yellow King cautiously broke the silence, saying:

"I remember when the Pure White Mother was about to ambush the God of Food, your assessment of her was that she looked like she was about to die? But she still managed to survive, didn't she?"

Yes, the Pure White Mother is alive now, but what difference is there between her and being dead? Given the God of Cookery's ruthlessness, tyranny, and unpredictable nature, he might just decide to use her as an extra dish one day. Especially since she's living in constant fear, it's better for her to be dead!

"I might not die, but I absolutely won't go!"

After glancing at the King of Yellow, whose face looked even more "deadly," the thrush shook its head without hesitation, clearly stating its refusal to participate.

I, the Crow, was able to stand out from hundreds of true gods in the mortal world. True gods died but I did not die, pillar gods perished but I did not perish, I survived more than ten major and minor calamities, and even faced the God of Food three times and was able to escape unscathed, becoming the only survivor of the King Slaughtering Society. All of this was due to my ability to turn and retreat like the wind.

Nothing beats running fast, nothing beats hiding well. As long as I can maintain a safe distance, far away from the God of Food and his family, there's a very high chance I'll survive the outbreak of the calamity. As for [Father's] orders…

Laughing, "Father? Is he more terrifying than the God of Cookery? Even if she gets angry, at most she'll kill me, but once the God of Cookery loses his temper, he can really eat me alive, bite by bite!"

Judging from the thrush's expression, he's determined not to come with us.

After glancing at the raven whose expression was unwavering, the All Things Celestial Cicada remained silent for a moment before giving a wink to the Crimson King and Asur's Slumber, who were looking hesitant. Then, all five of its eyes snapped open, and a hazy blue light locked down the entire space around the raven.

Although the Red and Yellow Pillar Gods did not know why he attacked the Thrush, as partners who had cooperated with each other for countless years, they still immediately surrounded him. The decaying, turbid yellow light flickered, and the crimson blood chains stretched open, completely subduing the Thrush before he could even make a move!
"you?!!"

"We're doing this for your own good."

Extending his hand, emblazoned with the Lighthouse's secret pattern, he lightly patted the raven's forehead, forcefully dispersing the black light overflowing with an aura of calamity. The All-Encompassing Cicada then spoke with profound eyes:
"Your ability to embark on the path of transcendence is inseparable from the Father's grace and favor. Now that the Father needs your help, he will not allow you to back down!"

Transcend your mother! Bestow blessings upon your mother! Back down from your mother!
Seeing the three pillar gods who had joined forces to subdue him and were preparing to drag him along to their deaths, the thrush, its eyes blazing with fury, couldn't help but roar:
"You think I'm bluffing? Do you even know what I'm talking about...?"

"I know you're not lying."

Interrupting the thrush's howl, the All-Encompassing Cicada calmly said:
"Going to the mortal world may mean death, but you also need to know that if you don't do some things now, you'll never have the chance to do them again."

"Crow, the God of Cookery's current momentum is very unsettling. If we let him continue like this, he will definitely become the biggest obstacle to [Father] completing his mission."

At this point, Wanwu Tianchan paused slightly, then frowned and said:

"Now, of the four opposing sources of life, death, good, and evil, the God of Food has mastered three of them; of the three worlds of earth, sea, and sky, he has also initially mastered one of them."
In addition, he has also delved into the dream source of the three roots of 'spirit'. Once he has fully absorbed all of this, he will be qualified to confront [Father] head-on. Therefore, we must find Number 3 before he fully absorbs all of this and sever his foundation in advance!

Then why the hell do you go dig it up yourself?! Why do you have to drag me along to deliver it?
"Crow, we need your help."

Understanding that the key factor in whether they could successfully take away the real Number 3 was the Thrush's [Disaster Avoidance], after subduing the Thrush to prevent its escape, the Celestial Cicada's attitude immediately softened, and she earnestly advised:
"Although you have embarked on the path of transcendence, you have not truly transcended it yet, so it is absolutely impossible for you to break free from the mark of the [Father]. Don't even think about abandoning the three of us and running away."

The only way for you to avoid the God of Cookery now is to cooperate with us in infiltrating the mortal world, help us safely find Number 3, and complete the task that [Father] gave us. Otherwise… you know what will happen.”

"You! Damn it! You're threatening me?"

"This is not a threat, it's just stating a fact."

Reaching out and patting the thrush's shoulder to tighten the restraints on him, the All-Encompassing Cicada said earnestly:
“Crow, we Four Pillars of Deity are one. If we are safe, you are naturally safe too, aren’t you?”

What a fart!
Seeing that the Three Pillars God's expression grew increasingly grim with each word the Heavenly Cicada spoke, the thrush roared in anxious anger:
"Don't do anything reckless! You have no idea what you're about to face!"
Listen to me! Let's go! You...we need to get out of here right now! Don't go looking for that Number 3 in the real world! That's a dead end! A certain death sentence!

Even a dead end is still a way out!

Despite the thrush's dissuasion, the All-Encompassing Cicada insisted:
"The God of Food only took a trip to the Old Land and devoured the three great sources without any hindrance. He even seems to have reached some kind of cooperation with the Star Realm Ruler. All of this took less than nine months according to the timeline of the Old Land!"

In these nine months, Father has only just made it past the halfway mark in digesting the source! If we don't do something soon, by the time Father has fully absorbed the source, the God of Food will probably have already unified the old land!

So give up! This time, you can go to the mortal realm if you want, or you have to go whether you want to or not!

……

Good heavens... where did this come from?
Unaware of the conflict that occurred after he left, a look of surprise appeared in Leon's eyes as he walked through the drastically changed streets of the capital and arrived at the former site of the Happiness Apartments.

As part of the old city of the capital, Happiness Apartment is located in a good area and is also a proper school district. However, the buildings are still quite old. Even the paving stones in the small garden on the street are antiques that have been around for more than a hundred years.

The main part of the house is already two or three hundred years old. Even though the muscular old man who also works as a repairman often makes repairs, the whole house still exudes an old and worn feel.

Now everything has changed drastically. Not only was the almshouse, which was still under construction when I left, completely completed, but even the entire Happiness Apartment building has undergone a large-scale renovation.

Not only was the originally dark-colored facade repainted, but the building itself was also widened to a certain extent. The small garden near the roadside was moved to the back, and the space it originally occupied was expanded to accommodate the residents.

The window of my sixth-floor apartment facing the street was pushed forward more than seven or eight meters during the renovation, which is equivalent to adding an extra bedroom... I wonder if the rent here will go up?
With strange thoughts and a heart full of anticipation, Leon walked towards his home, which he had been away from for nearly three years.

Because the small garden facing the street had been filled in, this time the muscular old man didn't emerge from behind the fence with his bare, muscular upper body exposed, as he used to. Instead, he changed into a smart security guard uniform, carrying a pair of garden shears over a meter long, and blocked Leon's way as he entered.

"Uncle John, it's been a long time."

After giving the muscular old man a firm hug and casually checking the current condition of [Happy Apartments], Leon said with considerable surprise:

"Your and Aunt Mary's 'influence' levels have increased significantly, several times higher than when I left. And this place has been completely converted into staff quarters for the Virgin Branch? Has it changed that much in the last few years?"

"..." After hearing Lyon's words, the muscular old man, whose eyes had become much more alert, grinned and revealed a fierce smile, then nodded slightly.

"That's really great!"

After carefully examining the muscular old man's condition, Leon discovered that as his taint level increased, his soul was essentially no different from that of a normal person. He wasn't unable to speak, just didn't like to. Leon was genuinely happy for him.

"With your and Aunt Mary's current soul strength, you can exist independently even without relying on the apartment, and your range of movement is much larger than before! You should even be able to leave the King temporarily without any problems, and you won't be trapped here anymore!"

Upon hearing this, the muscular old man shook his head, then raised his hand and pointed towards the poorhouse behind him. He then raised his calloused thumb and revealed another ferocious smile.

"Weren't you trapped before? You're doing fine staying here? You seem quite happy?"

nod.

"Haha, okay!"

"oops!!!"

Just as Lyon and the muscular old man were having a "one-sided" reminiscing, the white-haired old lady in the first-floor manager's office glanced over, then put down the gloves she was halfway through hitting and came out with a look of delight.

"Lyon?! You're back from your business trip?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Leon reached out and plucked a handful of feathers from the chicken wing of the Pure White Virgin Mary, tearing them off amidst her cries of pain. He then handed her the pure white feathers, chuckling as he said:

"I just got back this morning. This is a gift for you. Please don't mind the smell, these are..."

"Okay, okay!"

After taking the shaved ice from Lyon and casually tossing it into the small cloth pouch at her waist, the old woman with curly white hair spoke up, telling him to leave:

"You haven't been home for almost three years! Instead of going back to visit, why are you nagging me here? And you too!"

Reaching out and placing her hand on the burly old man's side, she pinched his muscles, which were harder than stone, and then complained:

“He hasn’t been home for so long, Anna and the others must be missing him terribly, and you’re still here nagging him about useless things? You’re such a grown man, how can you still be so immature?”

"..."

"No, no, no, I was the one who was chatting with Uncle John."

Noticing the burly old man's eyes suddenly welling up with tears of grievance after being pinched, Leon quickly offered a few words of explanation, then said somewhat apologetically:
"Then Aunt Mary, I'll go first..."

"Go ahead, go ahead! You're a good child in every way, except you're too polite!"

After waving to signal Leon to hurry home, the white-haired old lady couldn't help but smile as she watched him eagerly climb the stairs. Then she reached out and pinched the burly old man next to her.

"?"

"Old man, didn't you have a piece of sheet metal left over from when you fixed the water pipes before?"

After examining the chicken feathers she had taken out of her small cloth bag, the white-haired old lady nodded in satisfaction and then said:

"This length is just right... Take out the remaining sheet metal and cut out a few round pieces with holes in the middle for me. I'll make shuttlecocks for the kids in the building!"

Damn it! Those are my precious feathers! You actually want to use them to make shuttlecocks?!

Hearing the conversation coming from the first floor, the Pure White Virgin Mary, who was being held in Lyon's arms, couldn't help but glare with rage, wishing she could unleash a holy light that could destroy everything and burn those two villains below who dared to blaspheme her holy... hair to ashes.

Unfortunately, after being rubbed by Leon with the badge, the current Pure White Mother is just like an ordinary old hen. Her past all-powerful "cultivation" is now locked in her chicken meat. Even if she breaks her wings, she can't unleash holy light. At most, she can only unleash a double yolk egg.

Damn Food God! I, the Pure White Saint Mother, will remember this disgrace!

After closing its eyes, which were filled with grief and indignation, the pure white Saint, being carried by Leon, clenched its non-existent teeth, obediently lowered its head, and continued to maintain its previous submissive attitude.

Now is not the time to turn against the God of Cookery! I must survive! Only by surviving can I have a chance for revenge!

"elder brother!"

Just as Leon, carrying the pure white sacred chicken he was preparing to endure hardship for, hurried up to the sixth floor, as had happened countless times before, before Leon could even reach out to knock, the door that hadn't been opened for three years opened ahead of time, revealing a slender girl with eyes full of surprise.

"you are back!"

"Um……"

After replying with a slightly trembling voice, Leon took a deep breath, forcibly calming his turbulent emotions, and then asked as calmly as possible:

"Veronica and the child..."

"Your sister-in-law is waiting for you in the inner room, and Melanie and the others are there too."

As she had done countless times before, after taking Lyon's coat and the things he was carrying, Anna glanced at the dejected pure white rooster, squeezed its plump leg, and nodded in satisfaction.

"This chicken is good... Brother, you go check on your wife and nephew first. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare it and stew it for you guys tonight!"

Σ(oдo)？！！！
　Ahem...you know...Or2...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)