Do you want to rescue... So besides these True Gods, you've got your eye on me too?

Watching as he held a long string of True Gods' souls but neither took action nor left, Leon stood below gazing upward at the Food God, while the Narration of Nonexistence circling in the sky bit down hard, staring at Leon with increasing fierceness.

Yet even though he desperately wanted to swoop down immediately and tear that damn Food God to shreds, when he saw the look of expectation on Leon's face, the Narration of Nonexistence felt a slight chill on his back, and the anger that had filled his mind froze into ice shards in the blink of an eye.

It's that look!

Before, when he heard that over thirty True Gods would descend, he looked at him with that disgusting expression and then cheerfully gave him a thumbs up, saying the Slaughter King Association would thrive under his leadership.

As for the final result...

After glancing at the string of True Gods in Leon's hand, the Narration of Nonexistence silently turned his head and flew away without a word!

Can't save them! Let them die!

...

Even though I, as a Pillar God, am a bit stronger than a regular Zodiac Bureau chief, it's only on the condition that the setting isn't in the current world. Under the forced suppression of the Watcher's Palace, the power I can exert isn't much stronger than the usual True God, definitely not a match for the Zodiac Bureau chief.

And the people from the Pisces sub-bureau are not far outside the Secret Magic City, but because they had no solution for the , they had to withdraw voluntarily. Now that the

has been lifted by me, if the Food God informs the Pisces sub-bureau...

"Don't worry, the director of the Pisces sub-bureau won't be coming."

It seemed Leon guessed what the Narration of Nonexistence was worried about, and he shouted reassuringly from below:

"She was injured by someone, and she's not in good condition now. She probably needs some time to recover, so you still have a good chance to save them."

Pah! I don't believe it!

"Then how about this."

Watching as the Narration of Nonexistence flew straight up into the sky, refusing to turn back no matter how he shouted, Leon thought for a moment and offered a promise:

"If you're willing to come down and spar with me, I promise I can release one-third of these True Gods... How about it? Are you interested now?"

"?!!!"

Confronted with Leon's absurd proposal, the black crow paused mid-flight, then stopped its wings and cautiously asked:

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, I'm serious."

Looking up at the Narration of Nonexistence who had stopped fleeing, Leon explained sincerely:

"The truth you hold is just too dangerous; it can even bypass the protection of the Watcher's Palace. Though I'm confident enough to resist it, others may not be. So if releasing a few True Gods can give me a chance to resolve you, I think it's worth it."

"..."

Seeing the Food God openly admit he intended to kill him, the Narration of Nonexistence fell silent momentarily, then grimly said:

"But how can I be sure you'll release them?"

"That's indeed a problem..."

After furrowing his brow in thought, Leon suddenly seemed to think of something and his eyes lit up.

"Wait a moment!"

In the perplexed gaze of the Narration of Nonexistence, Leon searched through the string of True Gods he held, took down the No. 19 True God from the rope, and then, grabbing the neck of the terrified No. 19 True God, loudly said to the circling black crow above:

"Just so happens the God of Contract and Oath is here! As long as you agree to come down, we can immediately sign a contract through him!"

"..."

Sign a contract, my foot! Do you think I'm a fool?

"No way!"

Seeing the God of Contract and Oath being held like a dead dog by Leon, with his soul trembling like sifted grain, the Narration of Nonexistence bit his teeth and shouted in negotiation:

"He's already captured by you and his body is destroyed only leaving the soul, now even if you step into his power, he may not be able to bind you!

If you truly want me to come down, it must be guaranteed by the black cat who inherited the Great Sorcerer King's position; let her swear an oath to the Heart of the Great Court! Also, merely releasing one-third isn't enough!"

After glancing at the string of True Gods in Leon's hand, the Narration of Nonexistence coldly said:

"Food God! I can give you a chance to catch me, but in exchange, you must release two-thirds of the True Gods! And it must be the moment I come down that you immediately let go of their souls!"

"Two-thirds is too much, I can only release half, any more and no discussion."

"No, it must be two-thirds, not a single one of the twenty-six True Gods can be missing!"

"Then get lost!"

Leon sneered when he heard this, then used the Shooter Secret Skill·Leon Limited Edition to strengthen the [Silver Dagger of Cutting], temporarily polluting it into a three-headed black dog, and commanded the three heads to respectively bite down on the heads of three True Gods.

"Crunch!"

Along with the sound of sharp teeth severing souls and the shrill screams of the three True Gods, the souls strung on the long rope instantly reduced by three, leaving only thirty-six out of thirty-nine captured True Gods.

"You?!!!"

"My condition remains unchanged; you come down and I'll release half."

Picking among the group of screaming True Gods, Leon selected three who likely wouldn't affect the world's operation, then had the three-headed black dog bite them, saying calmly:

"But each time you refuse me, there will be three fewer True Gods on this rope. Now it's half of thirty-six True Gods, soon it might be half of thirty-three True Gods, then perhaps half of thirty True Gods."

"You... You lunatic! Nobody negotiates like this! At the very least..."

"Wrong answer."

"Wait! Stop!"

With the Narration of Nonexistence's furious cry to halt, the three-headed black dog in the form of the Silver Dagger of Cutting bit down once more, splitting three True Gods' souls in two and disappearing into the dog's mouth with a scream.

"Now it's half of thirty-three, so do you want to continue rejecting my proposal or..."

"Damn it! I agree! I agree! You... Stop!"

"Crunch!"

"Bastard!!!"

Seeing the three-headed black dog suddenly open its mouth again, swallowing another True God, the Narration of Nonexistence in the sky furiously said:

"I've agreed! Why did you still act?"

"Because thirty-three is an odd number and can't be divided by two."

After answering the question matter-of-factly, Leon touched the strung-up True Gods' souls one by one, then adjusted their positions by separating those who contribute to maintaining the world's rules in the front half and tying those whose souls can be consumed in the back half.

Then, amidst the terrified expressions of both groups of True Gods, Leon first tore the rope tied with the True Gods in half, then, after some thought, flipped through the front half and pulled out the soul-marked No. 7 True God, tying him to the latter half of consumable ones, and shook the front half of the rope.

"Here, these are the ones I can release; as soon as you come down, I'll immediately let them go."

"..."

Watching the already reduced number of True Gods compared to what was initially agreed upon, the Narration of Nonexistence circling in the sky almost ground his teeth to pieces.

Yet through the previous negotiation, he had understood Leon's style, knowing that if he argued on principle, the Food God would use the excuse of balancing numbers to opportunistically consume several more True Gods. Thus, he forced himself to act as if he hadn't seen anything, ignored the No. 7 True God's desperate cries, and grudgingly nodded:

"Fine! Have her swear!"