Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1230 String of Beads
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With a splash, the woman floating in the pool suddenly opened her eyes and sat up directly from the black, red, and blue water.

As she stood up, the thick, almost paste-like "pool" around her stirred slightly, then rippled out in concentric circles that spread into the distance.

Immediately afterwards, countless strange sounds surged forth from the depths of the pool: the flapping of wings striking the air, the clattering of scales as demons fought each other, and the roars and howls of various beasts...

The once tranquil pool quickly became chaotic. Shadows of black, red, and blue stirred all around, and the turbid water churned into eddies filled with blood foam. They seemed to be living creatures, fleeing away from the woman, only to be captured and bound tightly to her side by some powerful force.

What happened? Why is everything back to normal?
She brushed her water-soaked hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful face. Frederica sat upright in the pool formed by the convergence of roots, gazing at the water that churned because of her awakening. Her delicate brows furrowed unconsciously.

I am currently the one closest to completing my ultimate mission among all the Root survivors, so even when I am actively dissipating my self-awareness and wholeheartedly absorbing the Root, my perception will never be wrong.

In the instant he was startled awake, something must have disrupted the current "order," and in a very short moment, it moved ahead of him, reaching a position closer to the ultimate mission than he had.

But after being startled awake, the person who suddenly appeared seemed to have never existed, vanishing without a trace from his perception, leaving no trace whatsoever... There's definitely something wrong here!
After closing her eyes and recalling her feelings, and confirming that it was not an illusion or hysteria, but something that had really happened, Frederica raised her hand and pulled her wet hair to her chest, covering the wound in her heart that was still bleeding. Then she got up and walked out of the pool formed by the roots.

As soon as her fair feet touched the ground, the three-colored pools of water behind her immediately dispersed, condensed, and solidified... In an instant, they shrank into three tiny beads, which, connected by invisible threads, appeared together on Frederica's slender wrist.

Gods, the celestial realm, the earth, the ocean, the sky, the spirit, the will, and dreams; life and death, good and evil; beasts and the moon.

Frederica raised her beaded arm to her eyes, carefully observing the fourteen beads that were half-lit and half-shadowed. She would occasionally reach out and lightly touch them with her fingers, feeling the profound rhythm that seemed to pierce through countless dimensions.

But no matter how Frederica checked, the final result remained the same: the beads that had belonged to her were stuck together as if glued on, firmly occupying the position near the end of the knot.

Among the remaining beads scattered after "self", the black and white beads representing good and evil approach each other and devour each other, intertwined with each other, inseparable as before, showing no signs of any unusual activity.

The life bead, riddled with cracks, was simultaneously devouring the aura emanating from all the other beads like a wild beast, while also remaining silent as if still half asleep, its rhythm barely perceptible, showing no signs of anything unusual.

It's neither the Pure White Mother nor Leon and Number 3? Then... could it be the Astral Ruler and the Graveyard Ruler?
After examining the gray bead overflowing with deathly aura and the bead emitting starlight and a high-pitched donkey braying, Frederica's brow furrowed even more deeply.

My intuition must be right. Something must have happened just now, but all the existing planes and the remnants of the origin are normal, and there are no abnormal fluctuations. So what exactly woke me up?

Standing naked in the darkness, Frederica pondered for a while without finding an answer. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and tapped the scattered beads lightly. One of the beads immediately lit up and emitted a questioning sound.

"Number 1? Shouldn't you be absorbing the Root right now? Why did you suddenly stop and contact me?"

"Of course something happened."

Staring at the bead on her wrist that emitted a soft, faint glow, Frederica, whose figure was hidden in the darkness, didn't mention that she had been awakened. Instead, she asked gently:
"You've already been to the Pure White Land, right? Did you meet that imposter Number 3? What did you think of him?"

“Imitation Number 3…” Upon hearing Frederica’s question, the voice inside the bead paused slightly, then replied in a somewhat strange tone:

“That’s a really outrageous guy, even more outrageous than what you told me… Number 1, there’s something I feel I need to confirm with you.”

After giving a vague comment, the softly glowing bead asked curiously:
"Is that God of Cookery really just an imposter?"

"Huh? Why do you ask?"

"Because compared to him, this imposter, I feel like I, the genuine descendant of the original people, am the fake one."

After letting out a strange sigh, the softly glowing bead said helplessly:

“We are all descendants of the Root. It’s fine if I can’t compare to you, after all, you were the one with the greatest hope among us and received the most preferential treatment. Losing to you is not shameful. But how can someone who was born from our Root go further than us in the Root?”

"how?"

Frederica raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

"Is Lyon in the Pure White Land, directly confronting the Pure White Virgin Mary in the battle of origins?"

"It's even more outrageous than that..."

The softly glowing bead sighed:

"He, bearing the essence of the pure white Mother, forcibly corrupted a large number of angels into demons, and then, in turn, polluted the essence of the pure white Mother, causing the remnants of the Lord of the Abyss to revive."

The Lord of Evil Abyss performed worse than the Pure White Mother in front of him. Despite possessing an extremely vast amount of primordial essence, he didn't even have a chance to put up a fight before being directly... well... you can guess the details.

In short, when that God of Food finished devouring the Lord of the Abyss and pried the Pure White Saintess out of his teeth, I was genuinely shocked. And judging from how trembling the Pure White Saintess was, even if she miraculously survived, she'd probably shudder at the mere mention of the God of Food.

I see... But it makes sense, after all, it would be strange if someone who could devour the Dream Master in a dream lost to the Pure White Mother.

"It doesn't matter, the matter of the Pure White Virgin Mary is not important."

Looking down at the two black and white beads on her wrist, which exuded immense power yet seemed to have lost their "spirit," timidly resting at the end, Frederica's eyes flickered for a moment before she continued:

"I control most of the evil roots of Number 6. The remaining remnants can't cause any trouble. Right now, the main problem is Lyon, this imposter Number 3... I ask you, has he joined the Dead Donkey Alliance yet?"

(End of this chapter)