Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1247 Untitled...

Three deaths for one life...

Faced with the invitation from the Lord of the Graveyard to "cross-shareholding," Lyon couldn't help but open his mouth, his expression slightly strained.

As the third and fourth of the fourteen roots, the roots of the present world and the grave soil are basically equal. Considering that the present world is still in a broken state, even a three-for-three exchange would be a gain for them, let alone a three-for-one exchange. The grave soil ruler's proposal is quite sincere, but...

What if I'm not a descendant of the original inhabitants?
Under the confident gaze of the sovereign of the graveyard, Leon, who couldn't even produce a single "one," remained silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

"I'm afraid this won't work."

"?"

You can't even do a three-for-one trade? Aren't you going a bit too far?
Having received a rejection, the Grave Soil Lord, who hadn't dared to argue due to his stereotype of the God of Food and had immediately offered substantial concessions, couldn't help but frown. Then… he began to negotiate in a more amicable manner:
"Your Excellency, God of Cookery, what is it that you are dissatisfied with? Why don't you tell me and we can discuss it further?"

I'm not going to back down. I, the Lord of the Graveyard, have never been afraid of anyone. But this cooperation is of great significance to me. Although the God of Food is behaving normally now, he is fierce and ruthless when he gets into a fight. In order to achieve the cooperation, it's best not to provoke him.

"I'm not dissatisfied, I just feel it was a little too fast."

After observing the Grave Soil Ruler, whose attitude was quite mild and whose story differed completely from that of the amusing donkey, Leon blinked thoughtfully and then tentatively asked:
"Your Excellency, the Lord of the Grave Soil, mutual understanding is the foundation of cooperation. My understanding of the Grave Soil is very limited, and although you have been in the Underworld Branch for more than five months, you have probably only seen part of the situation and may not really understand the whole picture of the Underworld Branch."

So while I'm very interested in the cooperation you proposed, I still hope we can have more time to adjust. In my opinion, we can put the matter of exchanging roots on hold for now. Let's wait until you move the grave soil over, allowing both sides some time to get to know each other and adjust before discussing it further… What do you think?”

I think... I think you're not quite the same as the rumors suggest.

Looking at Leon, who appeared very sincere and was quite polite, the Lord of the Graves remained silent for a while before recalling his past experiences "negotiating" with his fellow citizens.

Needless to say, Number 1 is a crazy woman whose mind is full of completing the ultimate mission. Although she seems normal, she is not someone you can communicate with at all.

As for that stupid donkey number 2... in order to form an alliance with it to fight against number 1, I had to accompany it around doing all sorts of nonsense, accepting the ridiculously stupid name of the Dead Donkey Alliance, and even losing the bet and having to be its temporary mount, getting quite a bit of a beating from it.

As for the two lunatics, Number 5 and Number 7, one coveted his own grave soil, and the other wanted to devour his own spirit. They would shout and kill each other whenever they met. Number 6 seemed easy to talk to, but he was secretly trying to steal the source of death. None of them were good people.

As for the others, they were even more frustrating. When she went to them with the sincerity of cooperation, No. 8 immediately asked her to kneel down and lick her toes. No. 10 would only say one word on average every two years. She waited for more than six years just for a reply like "I'm joining"...

Damn it! Compared to this bunch of brain-dead freaks, the God of Cookery is so much more pleasing to the eye!
"Okay! I'll do as you say!"

Ultimately, people are all about comparison. Unexpectedly, among the descendants of the seemingly idiots, there was actually a normal person like Number 3. The Soil Lord, whose goodwill towards Leon had greatly increased, hesitated for a moment before readily agreeing to Leon's proposal.

"I'll keep the position of the head of the underworld branch for you. I'll go find... cough cough... find Number 2 to help me move the grave soil to this world as soon as possible. If Number 2 is willing to put in the effort, it should only take about a month."

"Then it's settled."

Seeing that the Soil Soil Master did not insist on "cross-shareholding," Lyon breathed a slight sigh of relief and smiled as he extended his right hand to him.

"I will not leave the Realm of the Dead for the next month, but will stay here to await good news from you and Lord Xuanxing."

"it is good!"

For the first time, when communicating with the descendants of the Root, he was not driven to despair. The Lord of the Graveyard was in a good mood. He nodded and said no more. He simply dispersed into a wisp of black mist and disappeared silently into the Realm of Death.

Although Lyon had not completely let down his guard and was worried that the Lord of the Graveyard who had offered to cooperate might have ulterior motives, he was in a very good mood because he had avoided a direct confrontation with the Lord of the Graveyard in the Realm of the Dead, thus avoiding a devastating war.

Including the current Soil Sovereign and Number 12, who promised to bring into the Dead Donkey Alliance, all the remaining Root People who haven't been killed by Number 1 have now "gathered".

Although the Dead Donkey Alliance is currently relatively loose, it is still unknown how much of a role it can play when facing Number 1. However, if we only consider the root level, the Dead Donkey Alliance already has more roots in its hands than Number 1.

Even though the contest between the Roots is not about size, and the side with more Roots will definitely win, the Dead Donkey Alliance has a temporary version of the Pure White Mother's Essence of Roots, and has the complete six Roots: Astral, Death, Good, Earth, Spirit, and Will.

Having also mastered the four incomplete sources of dreams, ocean, evil, and life, and pieced together a complete set of sources, he now truly has the right to declare that Number 1 is nothing to fear.

What's even more exciting is that after years of frantic expansion, the Cleaners have spread throughout the present world and its surrounding sub-dimensions. With the addition of the Pure White Mother's essence, the time for the present world to be reunited is just around the corner.

After opening the badge panel and glancing at the resolution of over 95% below "Materialism," a strong sense of anticipation appeared in Leon's eyes.

Once the present world is mended, not only will the damaged source of life be strengthened and regain power on par with levels 1, 2, and 4, but this new present world will also have additional "additions," including fragments that have merged into the Abyss Realm and the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils, as well as complete grave soil and pure white soil.

Add to that the Dream Realm, which is gradually becoming the new "Dream Valley," and when the new mortal world is restored, it will expand like never before, merging the essence and origin of six giant material planes, and become the largest of all material planes. At that time... hmm?

Looking at the black-robed old man who had re-formed before him, Leon was slightly taken aback, then asked with some confusion:

"Your Excellency, Lord of the Gravesites? What is this...?"

"That stupid donkey is gone!"

Before Lyon could finish speaking, the dark-faced sovereign of the graveyard spoke up, his expression tense as he relayed the message:
"And it's not just that! There are also No. 11, No. 12, as well as the Hanging Star Gorge, the Ascended Extreme Realm, and the Ancestral Land of Myriad Spirits... The three of them and the three planes they controlled have all disappeared!"

"?!!!"

……

Good heavens... Number 11 actually managed to do it!
Sitting atop a fragment of a star only ten meters in diameter, watching the stars transform into countless streaks of light trailing comet tails, cascading down like rivers flowing into the sea, falling from reality into the realm of the spirit, the donkey's eyes, dominated by the suspended star, were instantly filled with a deep and heartfelt intoxication.

Dreams, spirit, will... the roots of the three realms of spirit have merged into one. In addition, while I was watching the excitement in the mortal world, I stole some of the astral roots from the Hanging Star Gorge. Number 11's plan has almost completely succeeded.

Within the unified spiritual realm, distance is virtually meaningless; wherever the spirit can reach, the body can follow. The Astral Roots allow her spirit to expand infinitely, enabling her will to instantly reach any location within the spiritual realm. From now on, she no longer needs to be wary of Number 1 like a plague. As long as she remains within the spiritual realm, which is the opposite of reality, she is invincible. Even if Number 1 wipes out everyone else, it won't affect her perfect control over the spiritual realm.

For Number 11 at present, the only thing that can still be considered a "flaw" is the 70% of the dream source in Number 3's possession. As a channel between reality and illusion, dreams are the only entrance and exit in the spiritual realm that cannot be closed, so...

What are your next steps?

After looking up at the enormous eye above, the Star Lord asked expectantly:

"Number 11, are you planning to target Number 3 next and seize the remaining Dream Source from him?"

"..."

Gazing at the Star Lord below, who had been pulled into the spiritual realm along with the Astral Root, the enormous eye that existed only in the spiritual realm remained silent for a moment before revealing itself and asking a question that seemed to contradict the original's question:
Why weren't you surprised at all after seeing what I did?

"What's so surprising? Your collaboration with Number One?"

The Lord of Suspended Stars swung his donkey hoof and replied with a chuckle:

"I knew it all along. Although Number 1 is the strongest among us, it's still a bit too much for her to destroy the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils, the Land of Insufficiency, and the Plain of Shepherds in one go, and kill Numbers 5, 8, and 14. So she must have found helpers."

I previously suspected that her accomplice was Number 3, after all, Number 3 gradually devoured Number 7 and shared the source of Number 7's dream with Number 1, which seemed highly suspicious.

However, when you later used the 'Deer Spirit' to disguise yourself and try to join my dead-donkey alliance, I realized I was wrong. Compared to Number 3, who likes to 'talk,' you are more like Number 1's ally.

"impossible!"

After carefully listening to the Star Lord's answer, the enormous eyes that had been cast from the spiritual realm narrowed, and the speaker retorted with a rather confident tone:

"You're lying. Before infiltrating your Hanging Star Gorge, I was always working with Number 12 to resist Number 1, and I never did anything strange. But Number 3 has been eating his way through, he..."

"You said it yourself, number 3 has a few strange little quirks."

Interrupting the Sovereign of All Spirits, the Sovereign of Suspended Stars, who was falling with the stars, laughed:
“如果3号是1号盟友的话，那他配合1号干掉5号、8号、14号的时候，肯定会忍不住尝一口，身上多少也会带上一些对应的根源。

Well... although I now realize that I was probably misunderstanding him, that's what I thought at the time, so I excluded him from the list of suspects.

As the ruler of all spirits, your greatest skill lies in mental suppression and control, which allows you to work in tandem with Number 1 to blind Number 5 and the others to the danger.

Add to that your naive deer spirit persona, who's clearly terrified of Number 3 but still insists on joining my dead donkey alliance, which makes you even more suspicious, so..."

so?
Surprisingly, that seemingly stupid donkey actually had such ulterior motives. The Ruler of All Spirits took a deep breath and followed up on his words, asking:

"So you used these things to directly target me?"

"No."

The Star Lord shook his head and said with a smile:

“I spoke with Number 1 for a couple of minutes and asked her if I was her ally, and she didn’t deny it.”

"..."

So you got it by asking? Then what the hell are you talking about?

After being momentarily stunned by Lezi Donkey's abstract answer, the All-Spirit Ruler's enormous eyelids twitched violently, followed by a somewhat annoyed questioning voice.

"You're talking nonsense! If you already knew I was Number One's ally, why did you accept me into that foolish alliance and then go to the mortal realm with Number Four, giving me the opportunity to seize the Astral Roots?"

"That's a question you asked..."

The Star Lord blinked his donkey eyes and asked in a matter-of-fact manner:

"Of course there's something fun to see, what else could it be?"

"?????"

“Sigh… You all have your own people, relatively stable homes, your own goals and ideals, you have no idea how boring it can be to be an astral being.”

After letting out a soft sigh, the Star Lord, sitting atop a fragment of starlight, took out two carrots glistening with water droplets and stuffed them into his mouth, saying with a troubled expression:
"We astral beings don't have a fixed place to live. Apart from occasionally passing through the Hanging Horn Star Gorge, we usually wander around the entire astral realm. These bastards really know how to wander around. I've never seen many of my kind in my entire life."

From the very first second of my birth, I was thrown into the astral plane of the Old Earth, drifting around, swept up by various spatial currents, until I was almost two hundred years old when I fell into a semi-destructible matter plane, where I met my first talking living person… oh no, a living donkey.”

Pointing to his current appearance, the Star Lord sighed and said:

"Looking back now, as my first acquaintance, that donkey wasn't really good at talking. All it talked about was eating, sleeping, and how to find a female donkey. It was pretty boring..."

Forget about him. In short, you can't even imagine how boring my life is. If I didn't know how to find some fun, I probably wouldn't want to live anymore.

　Emmm...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)