Deserving of the title of Food God, he actually pulled it off...

Watching the Narration of Nonexistence, who was already furious but could only endure Leon's threats with clenched teeth, Cat Princess couldn't help but glance at Leon in amazement and then thought to swear to the Heart of the Great Court as promised.

However, just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a tug at the hem of her clothes.

"Ahem."

Retracting his finger that had discreetly tugged at the hem of Cat Princess's skirt, Leon first winked at her perplexed face, then raised his eyebrows toward the True Gods, and finally ground his upper and lower teeth together sideways twice.

If it were a week ago, Cat Princess would have found such an abstract hint completely incomprehensible, but after frequent interactions with Leon, coupled with long-term mutual understanding under the [Keeper] badge, the well-"trained" her could vaguely grasp Leon's intention.

When you swear, don't be too honest. We promised to release half of the True Gods, but we didn't specify it had to be in quantity. I'll just munch on half of all the True Gods, and we'll release the bottom halves.

"..."

Even at a time like this, you're finding loopholes. You're really such a bas... a smart guy.

Stunned by Leon's scheming with such a low threshold against enemies, Cat Princess's mouth twitched involuntarily. She then slightly shook her head and secretly drew a cross over her heart with her hand.

This won't work because a person can deceive others but should not deceive their own [heart]. That's why you can never find loopholes in a vow made to the Heart of the Great Court.

Oh... alright then.

Having understood the gist of Cat Princess's meaning, Leon couldn't help but sigh regretfully, abandoning the plan to release only "half" of the True Gods. He turned to look at the fifteen True Gods on the other end of the rope, a look of reluctance on his face.

Too bad, I thought I could net the Slaughter King Association all at once, but it seems we really can only release a batch for now.

But it's no big deal, just a few ordinary True Gods. Once I truly gain "board-level" combat power, I'll catch them during my spare time. Dealing with [Narration of Nonexistence] is still more important.

After all, even if you don't count his troublesome truth, just the value of one Column God is worth releasing these dozen or so True Gods, gambling on the chance to keep him here.

Hmm... still such a pity.

...

Soon, as the fifteen True Gods from the "release faction" were about to weep with joy, they huddled together, terrified by Leon's reluctant gaze. Cat Princess finally finished her oath.

When the vow was established, and the heartbeat of the Heart of the Great Court paused for a moment, Leon reluctantly released the rope, watching the fifteen True Gods flee in panic, then sighed deeply, pointing at the crow diving down from the sky with ferocity in its eyes.

"Do it."

?!?!?!

No? Weren't you going to spar with me? What do you mean by do it?!?!

In the confused expression of the Narration of Nonexistence, the Great Witch King, sitting on a soft couch, suddenly cleared his throat, lightly tapping his scepter, instantly sealing a large area of time on the main stage, virtually halting it completely.

At the same time, as if an infinitely large cloud suddenly blocked the sun, Secret Magic City, Witch Kingdom, the Eastern and Western continents, and even the entire current world darkened for a moment, then quickly returned to brightness.

However, when the world lit up again, right above the Narration of Nonexistence, a tiny "hole" suddenly appeared in the sky. A beam of sunlight, only the size of a baby's fist like sticky beeswax, leaked from the broken sky, accurately dropping onto him with a plop.

This is... the Sundial Disc of the Cleanup Bureau?!

With the surrounding time slowed to the extreme, the Narration of Nonexistence was not instantly burned to death by the "one-second sun" Leon called down. He had a brief moment to think, and even after realizing what happened to him, he had time to cast an angry glance at Leon below.

Fraud! You damn fraud!

I didn't cheat anyone, you know. Although we agreed you'd come down for a spar, we never promised not to call for help~

Noticing the Narration of Nonexistence's angry gaze, Leon couldn't help but curl his lips, looking up and returning a smile full of sincerity.

Though the Watcher's Palace suppressed you, and you're probably only at the level of a regular True God, at the very least, you've lived from the past to the present as a Column God. God knows what other tricks you have up your sleeve. Only an idiot would go one-on-one solo with you. Just call in the big sun to finish the job!

"Hiss"

The gaze between Leon and Narration of Nonexistence lasted less than 0.1 seconds before concluding. In the face of the "one drop of sun" formed by the focus of sunlight from the entire world, the black crow with power at the apex of a True God was annihilated without a chance to scream, not even leaving a bit of ash.

Just...

"Food God!!!"

In Leon's surprised expression, as if time had been rewound, the black crow burned by the sun reformed.

Though nowhere near its prior shrouded-in-black-fog, mysterious and eerie appearance, now with all its feathers gone and covered in golden burns, resembling a roasted chicken glazed with honey after being scorched, it was definitely still alive, even barely maintaining True God-level energy.

"The might of a Column God is something you cannot possibly comprehend!"

With a furious roar from Narration of Nonexistence, its originally massive form shrank again and again, until it was only the size of half a quail. The burns on its body finally dissipated completely, and although the black fog didn't return, the feathers burned away had all regrown.

After dodging the slash Leon swung from afar, it flew like a swift with wings flapping swiftly, shaking off the ensemble of three-headed black dogs swarming at it. Looking at countless points of light rising beneath the main stage, dashing toward it, Narration of Nonexistence couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You lost! You could have netted the Slaughter King Association, but you gave up that opportunity for me! You still..."

"You're right."

Watching the Narration of Nonexistence skillfully evade the other means he had prepared, swiftly soaring into the sky, Leon couldn't help but sigh regretfully, sincerely praising:

"I slaughtered forty True Gods today, yet it was still difficult to conceal the decline. Though you sacrificed half of the Slaughter King Association's members, you still shone brightly."

"..."

After hearing Leon's heartfelt evaluation, the laughter of Narration of Nonexistence halted suddenly. It then let out a shrill scream, charging into the sky, then exploding into a cloud of gray mist, disappearing without leaving a trace, only a phrase filled with hatred lingering behind.

"Just wait! I'll be back!"

Got it, Knockleback.

After replying inwardly, having released those dozen True Gods but still unable to retain Narration of Nonexistence, Leon couldn't help but sigh. Just then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from the stage below.

"Your Highness! Oh no! Mr. Leon!"

Hmm?

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Matthew in a guard outfit... After a moment of realization, Leon slapped his forehead, only just now remembering someone had indeed been missing the past few days.

And with Leon finally noticing him, Matthew quickly climbed up the stage, laying down the unconscious Multi-level Marketing Witch on his back, his expression a bit anxious as he said:

"Mr. Leon, I had just come out of my hotel this morning when I found her collapsed against a wall. Could you help heal her?"

"Well... okay."

Though unsure of who this woman was, Leon still nodded and agreed to Matthew's request. He retrieved the [Plague-Infected Blood Bandage] from the mirror world and wrapped it around her forehead.

And just as he wrapped the second round, a flash of black light flickered around the closed-eyed Multi-level Marketing Witch, who then suddenly opened her eyes, full of resentment and cursing:

"Damn Food God! I..."

"You?"

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"?!?!?"

"?!?!?!?"

After several rounds of mutual gaze, as if understanding something, Leon suddenly reached out and patted the utterly bewildered Multi-level Marketing Witch on the head, subsequently giving her a thumbs up with immense admiration.

"Your divine ability to say you'd be back and then actually returning immediately is really damn honorable!"