Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1270 Delivered to the Door
"Okay, let's stop here."

Looking at the woman who seemed to want to argue some more, he gave her a deep look, and then the last of his 'survival's' eyes slowly dissipated and disappeared completely, leaving only a warning in a flat tone.

"Don't tamper with the debugging process out of pity; don't try to contact Leon or tell him how to touch 'fate'; and don't expect him to find your escape from 'fate'..."

With each word spoken by 'survival', a clear ritual emerges from the woman, penetrating her skin and flesh and imprinting itself deep into her soul, binding all her thoughts and actions.

After establishing dozens of rituals and unilaterally sealing off all possibilities of the woman's actions, 'Survival' still managed to conjure a finger before leaving, pointing it towards the valley hut.

“From now on, I will have ‘Sun,’ ‘Moon,’ and ‘Dream’ keep an eye on that Lyon. Whether it’s day or night, whether you’re awake or asleep, you won’t have a chance to come into contact with him… Go do your work. As long as you don’t do anything reckless, our efforts will definitely not be in vain.”

"..."

Our efforts will not be in vain... but even if we do manage to survive this catastrophe, will we lose something else that is more important?
The last words of 'survival' before leaving echoed in her mind. The woman stood there in silence for a while, then looked down at the translucent jar in her hand. Inside the jar of unknown material, two figures, one black and one white, were suspended in mid-air.

The white figure, like a little frog, thrashed about, trying to "swim" towards the edge of the jar, while the black figure lay supine in the void, its eyes indifferently staring back at itself from afar.

Fu...

After her lips twitched slightly, the woman with a sorrowful expression looked away, bit her lip, and whispered:

"I'm sorry... I know you must be feeling really bad right now... but... we really have no other choice."

We are not as bad as you think. It's just that as the calamity of time draws closer, everyone has gradually begun to place greater importance on survival. As a result, the will to survive has become stronger and stronger, to the point that it can suppress everyone's will and forcibly control the thoughts of other people.

You know, we are born from origins and rules, so we cannot possibly defy these separate entities. And 'survival' is now the highest priority rule, and we simply have no power to resist it... I'm sorry..."

As if she were holding not a small jar, but a scorching hot coal, the woman stammered through her apology. Without even waiting for the black-robed woman's response, she hurriedly took out a black cloth and covered the small jar completely, obscuring her indifferent gaze.

The black-robed Fu, suspended in the small jar, indifferently withdrew her gaze after seeing a "night curtain" obscuring the sky, and looked towards another version of herself not far away.

"Take a break."

Watching her other self struggling to swim, her skirt billowing up to her bottom, yet still spinning in circles, the woman in black robes calmly reminded her:
"Haven't you noticed yet? Although it looks close to the outside, that tiny distance in your eyes is actually farther than an entire plane. You couldn't swim across even if the cataclysm broke out. And even if you could swim across, you definitely wouldn't be able to break this jar. Stop messing around."

"Should we give it a try?"

After glancing back at the black-robed Fu behind her, the white-skirted Fu hesitated for a moment, then pursed her lips and said:
"Aren't you supposed to be very capable? Can you lead us out of here? If... if you really can't lead me out, then you can go out by yourself, and then hurry up and find Leon..."

"It's not a question of whether we're powerful or not; it's that from the very beginning, we had absolutely no room to resist."

Interrupting the white-skirted Fu, the black-robed Fu said calmly:

“Didn’t you hear what they said before? This isn’t the first time this has happened. We’ve probably had similar struggles in the past, but we’ve never succeeded and have been repeatedly ‘taken back’ by them.”

If we were to resist for the first time, the second time, or even the tenth time, it might still have some effect. But this would be the hundreds or thousands of times we've resisted, and every time we fail, it's like helping them refine their methods of controlling us.

Even if they are incredibly stupid, after so many times, their methods of binding us must have been perfected to the extreme. Unless we become strong or intelligent enough to surpass all our past selves, struggling will definitely be futile.

"But...but we can't just wait to die like this!"

"No, we're not really dead, we're just being 'recycled' again."

Lying supine in the empty void, the black-robed Fu replied with somewhat dim eyes:

“I’ve seen something similar with ‘Fate.’ They probably want to extract all the substances that make up ‘Fu’ from our bodies, and then, through the reincarnation ritual created by ‘Fate,’ 'cast' us back into the future…”

That means he's dead!

After listening to the explanation from the woman in the black robe with her mouth slightly agape, the woman in the white dress couldn't help but stomp her foot... kicking her leg as she exclaimed:

"I knew something was wrong! These guys aren't good people! Aren't you worried?"

Although the black-robed Fu looked quite gloomy, her face didn't show much "despair" or "anger," but rather a rather complicated expression. Fu in the white dress immediately sensed something was amiss.

Although the version of herself before her was the future "villain," ultimately, she was still herself; some of her emotions and habits were still her own. Her face showed more loneliness and sadness than anger and resentment, as if she had already come to terms with it all. But…

Am I such a magnanimous person?
After reflecting on her life and evaluating her own personality, Bai Qun Fu felt that although she was not a bad person, she was definitely not petty either. Then she suddenly realized something and tried to imitate Hei Pao Fu, putting on a forlorn expression.

"You're right... It seems that no matter how unwilling I am, this is the only way..."

"..."

Was I really that stupid in the past?

Looking at her counterpart across from her, who was trying hard to appear melancholy but whose eyes were still full of hope, the woman in black robes felt a wave of shame wash over her. She then said with a slight headache:
"You'd better not follow my example. As long as they're not blind, they can tell something's wrong with you at a glance."

"..."

"In addition, I have seen the rituals here. We cannot interfere with the outside world from the inside. This also means that no matter what we say inside, no one outside can hear us. You don't have to worry about being found out. Just ask whatever you want."

Phew...that's good...

After letting out a slight sigh of relief, the woman in the white dress, who was facing the threat of being "reclaimed," no longer cared about her fear of the woman in the black robe. She swam back like a little frog, grabbed her with expectant eyes, and asked:
"You don't seem to be in a hurry at all, so you have a way to get out, right?"

"This really doesn't exist."

Upon hearing this, the woman in black robes shook her head and said calmly:
“What I just said is true. This ‘prison’ we’re in is impenetrable, practically stripped from the entire world. Even my own source can’t be mobilized. With our abilities, there’s absolutely no way we can escape.” “Then how…”

"Because Lyon is still outside."

Looking at her own foolish self, the black-robed Fu shook her head slightly before replying:

“After hundreds or thousands of deployments, ‘Survival’ must know us very well, but this is probably the first time they’ve seen Leon and they know nothing about him yet.”

"what?"

"To put it simply, they have no idea just how suspicious Leon's personality really is."

Seeing that her other self still looked completely bewildered, the black-robed Fu had no choice but to explain carefully:
“I’ve had contact with Lyon a few times… or rather, I’ve had a few confrontations with him. He’s extremely insecure. He not only doesn’t believe rumors or inferences, but he also remains skeptical of things he sees with his own eyes or even investigates himself.”

So let's not even talk about it being just a rough deduction. Even if he saw me kill you with his own eyes, he might not believe his eyes. He'd most likely try to pack up both of our bodies, along with everything from the crime scene, and hand them over to the sanitation department to have specialists examine them several times before making a decision."

"..."

It sounds... a little bit perverted...

"It's really perverted, but it's fortunate that he's a pervert."

After glancing at her other self, whose every thought was written all over her face, the black-robed Fu added:

"In short, given Lyon's eccentric habits, he would never make a judgment based solely on deduction. He would definitely gather all possible useful information for reference and wait until things are completely settled before making a decision."

However, after discovering that you and I had suddenly disappeared, he didn't do any investigation whatsoever, not even a glance at the house we were staying in. This proves that he had already become suspicious and started trying to investigate.

"..."

"So just wait, he'll come to save you."

Seeing her other self, mouth slightly agape and seemingly stunned, the black-robed Fu closed her eyes and said:
“If ‘Survival’ does nothing but ‘recycle’ us and then abandons Leon, Leon’s investigation might not progress very quickly due to the lack of a direction for suspicion.”

But they were exceptionally cautious, even assigning someone to keep a close eye on Leon, and even sending 'Dream' to spy on Leon's dreams… How is that any different from admitting guilt without being asked?

Recalling the fate of the last person who tried to battle Leon in a dream, Black-Robed Fu couldn't help but shake her head slightly. When she thought that the future Dream Master was the current 'Dream', she was even more at a loss for words.

Because of his people... because the original races are indeed mostly pure of heart, although Lyon previously hated life here, he didn't dislike the original races themselves, and could even be said to have some affection for them.

Given his stubborn yet soft-hearted nature, he will likely be more lenient in his approach before truly confirming that the original races have problems, and will not resort to drastic measures right away.

However, if Leon discovers the problem and senses the danger, he will immediately switch to "anti-enemy" mode, and his response will become extremely intense, even ruthless, abandoning all moral constraints and using whatever method is most effective.

As for the 'dream' that was sent to invade Leon's dream, which was bound to be caught by Leon... well, let's just wish it good luck.

……

This is the dream of 'external forces'...

After compressing his will fluctuations to the limit, like a speck of dust passing through a soap bubble, and successfully blending into the dream budding in the cabin, Number 7 in the ultimate mission, the future master of dreams, and the current 'dream' couldn't help but shake his head slightly, a look of disgust appearing in his eyes.

The reason is simple: the dreamscape presented to the 'dream' is far too boring.

The little cabin was exactly the same as when she was awake, without any fancy imagination; the man was sitting on the wooden bed, laughing heartily, just like when she was awake; and the two Fredericas, one on each side of the man, were completely different from when they were awake.

"Leon, you're still the best."

Under the covert observation of the 'dream' that had turned to dust, the woman in the white dress went slightly limp and leaned against the man named Leon. Then, with shy eyes, she said in a soft voice:

"Without you, I really don't know what I would do, so if we really can't go back, we...we might as well...Oh, you're still laughing at me!"

She seemed to run out of things to say halfway through, and the woman in the white dress raised her small, pink fist and punched Leon in the chest as he grinned foolishly. Then she buried her face in his chest and started to wriggle around in protest.

Meanwhile, the woman in black robes nestled closer, her once dim eyes now glistening with tears, and she whispered tenderly:
“I think I’m right. I’ve been thinking about it carefully, and I realize that compared to you, other things aren’t really that important. As long as the three of us can live a good life, that’s better than anything else.”

"..."

What the hell is all this nonsense?!

Seeing the man in black robes beam with joy upon hearing Fu's words, his smile almost reaching his ears, 'Dream' couldn't help but secretly click her tongue in disgust. She felt that this Leon was probably just like 'Tree,' a weirdo who was extremely interested in such a boring activity as mating.

In short, this person may be somewhat intelligent, but definitely not much, and there's no need to keep a close eye on them. Their 'survival' is clearly an overreaction.

After patiently reading for most of the night, Lyon discovered that his dream was filled with flirtatious banter and was completely meaningless. The 'dream' incarnation, Dust, couldn't help but shake its head slightly. Then, as dawn broke, it squeezed out of this boring, hormone-filled dream with a look of disgust.

Looking back at the man sleeping soundly on the bed, grinning foolishly in his sleep, 'Dream' couldn't help but curl her lips in disdain. Then she floated out of the small wooden house, intending to go and report the results of her surveillance to 'Survival', completely unaware of the abnormality behind her.

A man who should have been chuckling in his sleep actually appeared like a shadow cast on a wall under the sunlight, expressionless and vaguely attached to his back, drifting forward.

Far ahead of them, in a more distant place, the small dream that should have been confined to the cabin and burst like a soap bubble had somehow expanded billions of times, brutally replicating everything in reality, including the destination of the 'dream,' all of which were synchronized into this still-unfinished dream.

(End of this chapter)