"Leon!"

After the screen of the little mirror split in two, the Taurus director who joined the "chat group" blushed slightly, full of excitement, and said:

"Listen to me! Those thirty-nine wooden stakes, you must..."

"Removed them."

"And the ritual carpet soaked in Divine Blood..."

"Got it."

"Even the platform below where many True Gods died also..."

"All taken care of, I even shoveled the surrounding soil stained with Divine Blood."

"Good, good, good! As long as everything is collected!"

Hearing that Leon had already gathered all the usable materials, the Taurus director in the mirror couldn’t help nodding repeatedly, then broke into a delighted smile and said:

"Leon, you absolutely must hand these things over to me! If you also give me that gun of yours, I’m confident I can craft an anomaly item ranked within the top 10 for you, maybe even higher!"

"Thank you very much."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all, you’re the one who’s really working hard, hahaha!"

"???"

What’s going on?

Looking at the Taurus director laughing so hard that his tonsils were visible on the screen, the red-haired chief, who had been sneaking drinks, froze slightly, then asked in disbelief:

"Wait! Was everything you just said true? Did you really take out forty True Gods?!?!?!"

"Just luck, just luck."

Since this achievement was indeed excessively impressive, seeing the red-haired chief’s dumbfounded expression, the usually composed Leon couldn’t help but modestly say a couple of placating sentences, before smiling and saying:

"I definitely couldn’t have done it alone, but thanks to the Narration of Nonexistence, who dragged down most of the Slaughter King Association members and forced them to fight me to the end, in the end... hehe, so if you really talk about credit, she deserves more than I do, worthy of being made an unofficial director."

"Ah!!!"

After hearing Leon’s sincere compliment, the Narration of Nonexistence, who was dealt a harsh blow, was so furious that steam seemed to come out of her ears, and she shrieked sharply from within the dog’s belly:

"Food God! Once I get out of here..."

"Come on, don’t dream about it."

Leon glanced at the silhouette constantly trying to break out from the dog’s belly, and couldn’t help but sneer:

"There’s no way out for you, the best outcome for you is staying inside the Cancer director’s belly until the world ends."

"You!"

Faced with Leon’s reply, the Narration of Nonexistence inside the dog’s belly gritted her teeth and then sneered, asking:

"Do you think you’ve already won? The Slaughter King Association doesn’t just have me as a pillar god! Plus! Although I failed here, over in the Thousand Sails Maritime Country you are the ones who lost!"

Thousand Sails Maritime Country?

Hearing the Narration of Nonexistence’s counterattack, Leon couldn’t help but frown, then looked at the little mirror in his hand, discovering that both the chief and the Taurus director’s faces fell uniformly.

Has something really happened in the Thousand Sails Maritime Country? So... has the Sai Ao royal family with the bloodline of greed been dealt with already?

"She’s telling the truth."

Noticing Leon’s expression, the red-haired chief sighed and proactively explained:

"The Cancer branch has done their best, but the situation in the Kingdom of Saio is too severe, the entire area of the Shadowed Moon Sea has been cursed with the Solar Corpse Ritual, becoming undead instantly upon being exposed to sunlight.

So the Slaughter King Association doesn’t need to do anything else, they just need to break the fog above the royal ship for it to succeed, while our bureau has to both fight them and protect the fog from being dispersed, which is extremely difficult."

I see...

Hearing his words, Leon fell silent for a moment, then knitted his brow and asked further:

"Can’t the General Bureau use the Daylight Dial? Would sunlight break the fog?"

"Hmm..."

The joy drained from the Taurus director’s face as he nodded with a heavy expression, saying:

"Whether it’s the Daylight Dial or the Moon Phase Mirror, both would first tear apart the fog over the Shadowed Moon Sea, so we can’t provide much help. We dared not continue after two True Gods were roasted to death.

The Cancer Chief had no choice but to take other Cleaners who came to support and battled with the Slaughter King Association for almost ten days, but three days ago a hole was poked in the fog above the Shadowed Moon Sea, and more than forty thousand people on the royal ship were all instantly killed by the sun."

At this point, the Taurus director paused, then pursed his lips slightly and said, eyes filled with three parts grief and seven parts resentment:

"In fact, the Archer director had foreseen this and prepared in advance, making an agreement with several Overlords of the Dead Realm that even if the fog over the Shadowed Moon Sea was breached, they could forcibly retrieve the undead from the Dead Realm.

But something went wrong with the Dead Realm; they violated our agreement, defected to the Slaughter King Association, and as soon as the undead appeared, they dragged the entire royal ship into the Dead Realm.

Apart from the Cancer Chief who managed to dodge the attack, all more than forty thousand residents of the royal ship, along with the Cancer branch and Cleaners sent for support, were dragged into the Dead Realm, with no one able to escape."

None of the Cleaners who went for support escaped?

Hearing this, Leon fell silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to the red-haired chief.

"What about Emma?"

"Emma is also in there." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The red-haired chief closed his eyes briefly, looked a bit distressed as he took a sip of liquor, then slightly turned his head and said:

"Once you step into the range of the Solar Corpse Ritual, you get transformed into an undead who ’cannot see light’, so all the Cleaners sent for support were from the ’undead category’, and naturally, Emma was also included in the conscription...

Sorry Leon, it’s not that the Taurus and I wanted to hide this from you, it’s just we hadn’t been able to reach you, and we haven’t had a chance to tell you yet; plus, the bureau is still negotiating with the Dead Realm, we might still manage to leverage the agreement and get them back."

"Oh."

After responding noncommittally, Leon looked at the red-haired chief drinking heavily in front of the Taurus director, then frowned and pondered for a while, his eyes flickering with inquiry:

"Chief, the reason the Dead Realm turned on us is actually because of me, right?"

"..."

"Is it because I consumed the Guarding Death’s Dog and temporarily took its power, making them fear the bureau would keep doing such things, so they turned to the Slaughter King Association? Or did they make demands to the bureau hoping to have me surrendered, and were refused, therefore suddenly turning on us?"

"Sigh... I knew I couldn’t keep it from you..."

After helplessly downing a large mouthful of liquor, the red-haired chief nodded and said:

"The situation is indeed almost as you thought. The Dead Realm did propose similar conditions, but the bureau refused them... However, this matter isn’t entirely because of you, you were merely the fuse that triggered the issue.

In the past, when the Dead Realm tried to take over the living world, the third director killed one of the Dead Realm’s Overlords and replaced its creation, the Oblivion Spirit Valley, with the current Sage’s Cemetery, forcing the Dead Realm to make an agreement with us.

But now the third director has been dead for who knows how many years, leaving just a trace of will lying in the cemetery; the Dead Realm must have been holding back for a long time. Even if they didn’t defect to the Slaughter King Association this time, they would have sooner or later tried to challenge us."