Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1251 Fine Tradition
"I don't understand..."

Holding his son, who insisted on attending the board meeting, and patiently listening to the Taurus director's observations, Lyon, completely bewildered, asked:
"What do you mean by... an exchange of spiritual and material distances between us and the other thirteen Root Planes? Could you explain it in simpler terms?"

"Simply put, some properties of the astral and spiritual realms have been forcibly altered."

Looking at the compasses on the conference table, now a complete mess, Director Taurus explained with a headache:
"If we compare the material planes we inhabit to small boats adrift at sea, then the astral plane is a boundless ocean that is always expanding outwards."

Because the astral plane is such a vast ocean, the distance between each material plane is incredibly far. Without the strength of a true god, it is almost impossible to cross the astral plane and reach another material plane.

The spiritual realm, on the other hand, is the opposite. Just as you can travel across vast distances through dreams to reach your homeland directly, the spiritual realm, formed by the collective will of all living beings, has no concept of distance.

Even an ordinary person without any special abilities can easily connect to the spiritual realm while asleep, allowing their spirit to transcend distance and wander in another world that is actually incredibly far away. But now, the concepts of distance between the astral realm and the spiritual realm have been reversed.

Pushing the compass on the conference table towards Lyon, and pointing to the large star in the center, the Taurus director said with a complicated expression:
"In the future, entering the spiritual realm will be as far away as traveling from the present world to the old land in the past, while traveling from the present world to the old land will become as easy as going out to buy groceries."

Anyone capable of reaching the boundaries of this world can simply take a single step outwards to directly reach another material plane within the Old Land. Between these dozen or so chosen material planes, distance has become meaningless.

"..."

The "distance" between the astral realm and the spiritual realm has been reversed... What about the previously missing Star Lord?

After barely understanding the explanation from the Taurus director, Lyon immediately thought of a certain amusing donkey. As the ruler of the Hanging Horn Star Gorge and the being who controls the root of the astral plane, there is only one donkey who could possibly do such a thing...

However, according to Lord Taurus, the premise of this operation is that the spiritual realm and the astral realm must be interconnected. The spiritual realm is composed of three parts: the Valley of Dreams, the Ancestral Land of All Spirits, and the Ultimate Realm of Sublimation. Dreams are the foundation, the spirit is the trunk, and will is the guide. None of the three can be missing.

To mend the entire spiritual realm, the three roots of dreams, spirit, and will must be gathered simultaneously, and one of the three—Number 7, Number 11, or Number 12—must take the lead. However, the Dream Abyss has already been destroyed, and 70% of the dream's source is in my hands, so…

Frederica?!

Based on the known information, after judging that Frederica was probably behind this "switch", Leon's brows furrowed even more deeply.

How did Lezi Donkey's manipulation of the astral plane, the dominance of the All-Spirit Ruler or the Ascended Ruler over the spiritual realm, and Frederica's possession of 30% of the Dream Roots... How did these three parties come together?

Even if Lezi Donkey or the Lord of All Spirits chose to collude with a tiger, and had some kind of cooperation with Frederica that they were unaware of, they must have had some purpose in doing this. It couldn't just be for fun, could it?
"Father."

Just as Lyon was frowning in deep thought, a small hand suddenly reached up from below and slapped him hard on the forehead, directly dissolving the tightly furrowed brows.

"You can't keep frowning."

Under Lyon's somewhat astonished gaze, the baby sitting in his lap tilted its head back and said earnestly:
“If you always frown, you’ll look older. My mother says you’re only slightly handsome, and with your youthful face, you can barely be considered a handsome man. If you always frown and look old, she won’t be able to bring herself to kiss you.”

"..."

No... what kind of nonsense is this!

Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of the board members after hearing his son's explanation, Lyon gave an awkward laugh, then his face darkened and he hissed in a low voice:

"Don't cause trouble! I'm in a meeting right now. If you keep talking nonsense, you can go home!" "Okay..."

After being yelled at by Leon, the baby pouted a little, looking aggrieved, and then fell silent with a droopy face.

Upon seeing the baby's pitiful appearance, the Taurus director suddenly felt a pang of sympathy and couldn't help but offer words of comfort:
“Leon, he’s still a child. Talk to him nicely, don’t be so mean to him.”

"???"

No... When I handed the Three Pillars Gods over to you before, you said you couldn't treat them like children and told me to be a little careful. How come you've suddenly turned against me now?
"Hee hee~"

After glancing at the somewhat speechless Lyon, the baby awkwardly emerged from Lyon's arms and, to the astonishment of the board members, floated towards the Taurus board member, stretching out its chubby little arms.

"Grandma, give me a hug~"

"Okay! Hug me!"

He hurriedly rose from his seat, stretched out his arms to catch the baby that floated towards him, and looking at the inexplicably affectionate child in his arms, the Taurus director's gaze softened. He then spoke gently and kindly:

“Good child, such a good child… But you called me the wrong name. Only Mom’s mother is Grandma. You should call me Grandma.”

"what?"

The baby blinked in confusion upon hearing this, then leaned against the Taurus director's chest and shook its head vigorously, saying:

"My mom taught me to say it like this, it must be right!"

"?"

Did your mother tell you to? Did that Queen Veronica tell you to call me grandma?

The Taurus director, who was not familiar with Veronica, was slightly taken aback. However, just as she was about to ask Lyon the reason, she unexpectedly discovered a few fine, wine-red downy hairs on the baby's head.

"..."

This isn't right, is it?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Looking at Lyon's black hair, the Taurus director felt a jolt of electricity run through his mind, a jumble of wild guesses flashing through his head. He gasped in shock, and driven by some strange thought, asked the baby in his arms:

"Child? Tell...tell your grandma, does your mother like to drink?"

"Yes, I like it! I like it just as much as you do!"

Amidst Lyon's despairing expression, the infant, clearly in a state of "usurpation," grinned at the Taurus director, then produced a half-full whiskey bottle from who-knows-where, shoved it directly into the director's hand, and then, with his slightly flushed little face, enthusiastically recommended:
"Grandma, do you like to drink too? Then you should try this, it's really potent!"

(End of this chapter)