Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1244 The Soil Soil Master Was Here

The donkey has gone crazy again.

Looking at the Star Lord who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, Leon remained silent for a while before decisively abandoning his plan to find a breakthrough through it and cleanly cutting off the communication.

Number 1 recently destroyed three large material planes in one fell swoop, creating countless deaths. The Soil Lord, who controls the source of death, must have become much stronger and should not be underestimated.

The Lord of the Graveyard arrived much faster than expected. Not only had the Cleanup Bureau's forces not been fully assembled, but Ivangeline, an important fighting force, was not in place. Although the Third Generation Elder was stationed in the Death Realm, it was unclear how much help he could provide in the face of the Lord of the Graveyard whose strength had surged.

So, the only thing that can currently provide stable assistance, and even contend with the ruler of the graveyard for a short period of time...

"Cluck...cluck cluck?! (What...what are you going to do?!)"

Seeing Leon, who had already opened the door to the realm of the dead but then suddenly turned to look at him, the pure white holy chicken couldn't help but shudder. With a thud, a large, round egg appeared in the plastic bag hanging on its rear end.

"Cross your legs up and tuck them in a little more."

After directing the White Mother to tuck her little chicken feet in, Leon picked her up, carrying a plastic bag, and then turned to Anna, who looked completely bewildered, and instructed her:
"Take William and Melanie to Veronica, and try not to separate them until I get back."

"it is good!"

Although she didn't know what had happened, seeing Leon's serious expression, Anna quickly hugged her little nephew tightly and nodded vigorously, but then couldn't help but ask again:

"Brother, is someone watching us?"

"Not sure yet."

It's not clear yet whether they've set their sights on you, but since the Three Pillars have already made their way to your neighborhood, it's always good to be cautious.

Reaching into the plastic bag, he pulled out the egg that was radiating holy light, placed it in Anna's arms, and then, looking at his sister who looked somewhat worried, Leon reassured her:
"Don't worry, just hold the baby. As long as you don't stray too far from him, there won't be any problems... Anna, I have to go out right away. Remember, hold the baby tight and don't leave him!"

"Ok!"

After Anna cautiously nodded in agreement, Leon, having stabilized the "rear area," said no more. Instead, he rummaged through the Mirror World, took out a small bag of stardust with angel wings drawn on it, and then, carrying the pure white Madonna and the three pillar gods no bigger than a fist, headed towards the direction of Paradise Mountain.

Although the best solution at present is still negotiation, going to negotiate empty-handed is unlikely to be very effective. If we really want to get a satisfactory negotiation result, we still have to bring the essence of the root cause and the whole pure white land to negotiate!
……

finally reached……

As Lyon turned towards Heaven, preparing to add more bargaining chips to his side, the Lord of the Graveyard, who might one day sit at the negotiating table, had already arrived at the outer edge of the Death Realm, silently breaking through the barrier separating life and death and merging into the gray world.

Sure enough, the situation was pretty much as I had imagined.

Looking down at the Gates of Hell, a place where life and death mingle, and sensing the trajectories of souls that had reached death and then returned, the expression of the Lord of the Graves turned somewhat grim.

Born from the concept of "life," Number 3 is utterly incapable of understanding the meaning of "death." Not only does he fail to respect the greatness of death, but his instinct to resist it also leads him to forcibly make enormous alterations to the world's order.

Every world that receives death should have a large number of beings who hold the power of death, ranging in power from true gods to pillar gods, responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the entire world of death.

But in this modified world, I can't sense the existence of these undead creatures at all. The undead creatures that naturally arise here have probably all been killed by Number 3. The power of death they controlled should have been ruthlessly plundered and all gathered in the body of a living person.

This is absolutely not possible!
Looking into the depths of the Death Realm and sensing the portion of the Death Authority that had been separated, the expression of the Lord of the Graveyard became increasingly grim. He then took off the hood of his robe, revealing an ordinary-looking elderly male face.

Thin, weathered, and with a bitter expression... his dull skin hung loosely on his bony bones like a thin film. If it weren't for the faint emotion and light in his dim eyes, most people would have a hard time distinguishing him from a dead person.

Alas... Although this world may seem alright on the surface, after being so thoroughly destroyed by Number 3, it has probably become unstable due to the oversight of death, and may even be on the verge of collapse.

With its thin eyelids slightly closed, concealing its dim yellow pupils, the Lord of the Graveyard, high above the Realm of Death, exhaled and spoke. The withered eyelids suddenly sprang open with a clear shout, revealing eyes whose inner surfaces were completely covered in pitch black.

Let's see if there's any hope...

The grave mound, its face etched with worry, opened its eyes wide and looked down at the people below... The gates of hell, teeming with ghosts, were a melting pot of life and death, and even a large number of long-dead souls lingered nearby, stubbornly refusing to leave.

These pitiful souls even joined forces, dressed in strange, similar outfits, and set up tables at the entrance, forcibly blocking the way and making the once unobstructed Gate of Death congested and sluggish.

As this shocking and terrifying chaos unfolded, death, which should have flowed smoothly according to the rules throughout the world, was inevitably and significantly affected, becoming... even smoother?
"..."

This isn't right, is it?
After plucking out his own eyeball, which was covered by the source of death, and wiping it clean to make sure nothing was wrong, the Lord of the Graves hurriedly stuffed the eyeball back into its socket and observed the situation in the Realm of Death once again.

I wasn't mistaken. In this world of death before me, although it was mixed with a massive amount of the aura of the living, making it more chaotic than a bird's nest made of weeds, the power of death itself was not only not destroyed, but had even become more stable and fluid.

Under the "combing" of those lingering, strange souls, all sorts of dead people, like hair combed by a comb, flowed obediently into the deeper reaches of the dead realm according to some incomprehensible classification method.

Although every now and then you can see a few souls that should have died, escorted by a group of minotaur and horse demons, happily escaping death, and every now and then there are scattered dead people hurriedly leaving with the aura of dreams, everywhere there are absurd acts of desecrating death.

But this chaotic world of death is actually more stable than any other world of death I've ever seen. The return of the dead has not caused the collapse of death itself; instead, it has achieved a rather strange balance.

"..."

How is this possible?
As if he had seen a pile of illogical, utterly nonsensical code being run stably and efficiently by a programmer, the Grave Soil Lord, after a moment of astonishment, hesitated for a while before tentatively descending. In the long queue outside the Gates of Hell, he found a relatively short line and joined the end of it.

Although this world of death seems quite stable, death is not to be trifled with, and what Number 3 did is definitely wrong! There must be something I haven't discovered yet! I need to take a closer look…

"Hey! That old man in the robe!"

Just as the rulers of the graveyard began to line up, preparing to personally investigate the situation of this world of death, two strange souls, one black and one white, rushed out from behind the tables. The black-faced soul angrily shouted:

"Are you blind? Where are you going to stand? You... Ouch!"

"No swearing! We have to provide fucking civilized service!"

After slapping the black-faced soul across the head, the white-faced soul looked at the bewildered dead man before him and said kindly:
"Sir, you're in the wrong line. The lines to the right are for animals. You need to go to the other side."

"Oh……"

After glancing at the souls at the front of the line and realizing that none of them were human, the old face of the Grave Soil Lord blushed slightly, and he quickly walked over to another line.

"This isn't the right place either..."

Looking at the Grave Soil Lord standing amidst a pile of "seafood," being stared at and scrutinized by the mermaids like a monkey, the white-faced soul said with a headache:
"This is the queue for the Ten Descendants of the Great Court. You're human, so you can't queue here. By the way, aren't there signs and receptionists up ahead? Why are you... Never mind..." Sensing that this middle-aged man might be illiterate and unable to understand the signs, and also too timid to ask, the white-faced soul shook his head helplessly. He simply pulled the Soil Sovereign around the queue and handed him directly to the registrar at the registration desk.

“We’ve got an illiterate person here, and their brain… well… might be a little confused. They might not be able to fill out the form properly, so just register them.”

"???"

You're the one who's illiterate, your whole family is illiterate!

Having lived for countless years, this was the first time the Lord of the Graveyard had been treated like this. Just as he was about to explain, the female soul behind the registration desk, dressed in a black and white suit, flashed eight gleaming white teeth, pulled out a form, and smiled in a formulaic manner:
"Hello sir, could you please tell me your age, place of origin, cause of death, and whether you have any relatives so I can register you?"

"..."

Fine, illiterate it is. Anyway, I really don't recognize the characters here...

Faced with the kind heart of the pale-faced man, the illiterate old man remained silent for a moment before saying with a somewhat strained expression:

"He seemed to be sixty-five years old, I've forgotten his place of origin, and as for the cause of death..."

At this point, the Lord of the Grave looked at his emaciated body and then began to fabricate a story:

"They starved to death."

"..."

Starved to death?!

Upon hearing the words of the "Soil Master," the female registrar behind the registration desk paused slightly, then put down her pen and asked with a serious expression:
"Sir, are you sure you really starved to death, and not died of disease or some other cause?"

"Correct."

After slightly loosening his robe, revealing his withered body below, the Earth Soil Lord, eager to sneak in and take a look, made up a story:
"Look at me, how else could I have died if not from starvation?"

They really did starve to death!

After glancing at the body beneath the robes of the Grave Soil Lord, the registrar took a deep breath and quickly confirmed again:

"So, are you unable to get food on your own, or is it because you are unattended, or...?"

"They starved to death because they had no money to buy food."

"All right……"

There are actually people starving to death... That's a big deal. Once I submit this report, they'll probably be investigating and holding people accountable...

After subconsciously pursing her lips, the registrar turned the registration form upside down, pointed to the map on it, and asked with a serious expression:
"Please try to recall your place of origin. Judging from your hair and eye color, you should be from the Kingdom of East Calaiven. May I ask which county in the Kingdom of East Calaiven you reside in? These are White Mountain County, Hess County, Vine County, Axe Hand County..."

"Should be this."

After casually pointing at something on the map, I inadvertently inadvertently implicated a whole bunch of people's graveyard owners, who asked me with some curiosity:
"Why are you asking these questions? Does it mean that people from different places of origin receive different treatment after they die? Also, what exactly do you do? Why are you blocking this place with a table?"

"..."

This old man seems a bit foolish... When he was alive, was he some kind of wild man from the mountains? He didn't even know that he had to register after entering the underworld?

After giving the curious-eyed grave mound keeper a somewhat tense look, the registrar smiled politely, handed over the registration form, and pointed to another queue behind her.

"I'm sorry, this is not part of my job duties. If you are curious, you can go to the information desk to ask about it after the diversion process is over and your immigration procedures are completed. They will answer your questions there."

"Oh……"

After nodding as if he understood, the Lord of the Graveyard took the registration form and headed towards the reception area where identity documents were processed. However, after looking at the items on the registration form, he suddenly turned back.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

"I have a few questions I'd like to ask."

Placing the partially filled registration form on the table, and pointing to the blank sections below, the Soil Lord asked with a puzzled expression:
"What's with the social achievements and special contributions listed here? What does 'employment preference' mean? I'm already dead, why don't you hurry up and send me to be decomposed, or are you going to provide me with employment?"

"Sir, social merits mainly refer to the strong positive impact on the present world. As for special contributions, these are generally filled in by cleaners of the Cleanup Bureau or scholars who have conducted certain research..."

After patiently explaining the meaning of social achievements and special contributions, the registrar gave the grave mound keeper a strange look before explaining:

"As for dismembering you... I don't know where you heard this rumor. Our Underworld branch does not dismember the deceased who enter the country. Instead, we arrange for different punishments to be given through the trial court based on their merits and demerits in life."

Aside from those with exceptional contributions, the guilty will be punished in hell, while those with merit can remain temporarily in the underworld branch office, where they will be arranged for resurrection or reincarnation. Some who are willing can join the underworld branch office and become staff members like me… Sir? Are you listening?”

"Oh oh oh!"

This! This should be it!
Instinctively feeling that the so-called "reincarnation" mentioned by the registrar might be the answer he was looking for, the Lord of the Graves quickly nodded to show that he was listening, and then asked with great interest:

"I'm very interested in the Underworld branch. How can I join you?"

"Well... if you really want to join, then there is a chance."

The registrar hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then tentatively said:
"However, there's a very important prerequisite for becoming a full-time employee, which might be a bit difficult for you..."

"What conditions?"

"They can't be illiterate."

"..."

　Hmm...you know what I mean...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)