Trembling?

After hearing the situation about the Slaughter King Association relayed by the Embodied Doe, the figures within the mist couldn't help but exchange glances, seeing a deep sense of shock in each other's eyes.

Generally speaking, the longer the lifespan of a being, the stronger its fear of death. Theoretically, those True Gods possessing endless lifespans are naturally reluctant to die easily, so it's quite normal for them to feel fear in dangerous situations...

But that should be fear, not terror.

There are quite a few humans capable of killing True Gods and making them afraid. The directors of the Cleaning Bureau in their prime can basically achieve this, yet while True Gods fear the directors, they shouldn't be so frightened as to feel terror.

"Doe!"

A faceless figure stepped forward, indeterminate in gender and with a voice highly neutral, inquiring with confusion:

"What's going on? What exactly happened over at the Witch Kingdom?"

"I'm not entirely sure either..."

The Embodied Doe shook her head, sounding somewhat troubled:

"Those who fled back were scared out of their wits. The only one not too afraid, the White Snake, was unwilling to elaborate on the situation. All I know is that after being pulled over by the Narration of Nonexistence, they were ambushed by the Food God and individually identified...

In the end, due to the dual suppression of the Watcher's Palace and Bedtime Story, they had no ability to resist, and the physical forms of all the True Gods were directly killed, with the unlucky ones not even being able to escape with their souls."

"So the key to their failure is still the Narration of Nonexistence's Bedtime Story?"

After pondering for a moment, the Faceless Man furrowed his brow... a portion of his facial skin twisted inward, as he began to analyze:

"From what you're suggesting, entering Bedtime Story results in being stripped of everything, becoming ordinary people, while the Food God relies on his role within the story to capture and execute each descending True God, easily killing a large number of True Gods.

Later, once the Bedtime Story was lifted by the Narration of Nonexistence, those True Gods from the Slaughter King Association regained their strength but were subjected to powerful suppression from the Watcher's Palace, rendering them powerless to fight back."

Having analyzed the Slaughter King Association's experience in the Witch Kingdom, the Faceless Man confidently summarised:

"If it's just like that, then the Food God merely capitalized on an opportunity, using his wits to find a loophole in Bedtime Story, which doesn't mean he truly has the strength to crush forty True Gods.

Regarding the fear of the Food God... I recall that other than Angsi, the Food God also devoured the King of Nightmares in the Dream Realm, didn't he?"

Hearing this, the Embodied Doe recalled momentarily before nodding in agreement:

"There seems to be such an event; I remember Aquarius mentioned it when sharing information about him at the meeting."

"So that's it."

The Faceless Man nodded with satisfaction, speaking with confidence:

"If my guess is correct, the Food God should have acquired the power of fear from the King of Nightmares, while those True Gods from the Slaughter King Association, bound on the execution bench and individually executed — first having their bodies destroyed, then massively slaughtered — naturally couldn't avoid feeling fear towards the Food God.

Once they feel fear towards the Food God, it means stepping into his domain of power, where their own will is eroded by the power of fear, exhibiting such performances isn't surprising, so I think the Food God merely has good luck, and is actually not dangerous at all!"

"..."

Is... that so?

Although the Faceless Person's analysis is logical and cohesive, recalling the True Gods from the Slaughter King Association's expressions when mentioning Leon, the Embodied Doe felt uncertain inside, unable to help but speak:

"Even if it's mostly the issue of the Narration of Nonexistence, its ability being used by the Food God led to nearly half of the Slaughter King Association's members dying or being injured; doesn't that sound somewhat absurd?"

"What else?"

The Faceless Man reflected on her statement and asked back:

"Do you find it absurd that the Food God relies on wit to exploit the loophole and defeat the Slaughter King Association, or is it more absurd that a Cleaner, who joined the Cleaning Bureau less than half a year ago, is strong enough to single-handedly challenge two Pillar Gods and forty True Gods, decimating the entire Slaughter King Association?"

"..."

When you put it that way, the latter does sound more absurd...

"Everyone, although this can't be considered good news, it is indeed an opportunity for our Realm of the Dead!"

After successfully persuading the Embodied Doe, the Faceless Man turned to the mist where pairs of eyes were scattered, speaking calmly:

"Although the morale of the Slaughter King Association has been crushed, rendering them temporarily unable to support us, this also means that should the Watcher's Palace be breached, they will temporarily lose the capability to compete with us for the present world!

Currently, the Cleaning Bureau's director and three board members are trapped in the Old Soil, with the remaining board members in the present world facing various issues, the Serpent Bearer and Gemini branches not yet rebuilt, while the other Zodiac Bureau branch heads are either aged or injured... it's their weakest period in a millennium!

As long as we seize this opportunity, then once the Watcher's Palace is fully breached, we have the chance to become the biggest beneficiaries, even forcing out a portion of the present world to intertwine with the entire Realm of the Dead, directly reversing death into life!"

Reverse death into life!!!

Upon hearing the Faceless Man's words, the eyes hidden within the mist suddenly gleamed with a noticeable inclination, yet none stood forth to agree.

Soon, a vague figure sewn together from white fabric and strips of paper emerged from the mist, with two candle-lit wax eyes, and a hoarse voice inquiring:

"But without the support from the Slaughter King Association, we might not necessarily be a match for the Cleaning Bureau. In the present world, with the Star Palace enhancing the Cleaning Bureau, each Zodiac Bureau head in their jurisdiction can almost exhibit Pillar God-level strength.

Among us, only you, the Mountain Patrol Woman, the Engraver, and the First Dead One are Pillar God-level, and the First Dead One is unable to leave the Realm of the Dead, even if we all invaded the reality, we might not have much chance."

"Naturally we have no chance in the present world, but what if it's in the Realm of the Dead?"

"In the Realm of the Dead?"

"To be precise, it's within the Sage's Cemetery controlled by the Cleaning Bureau."

Under the questioning gaze of multiple eyes, the Faceless Man slightly raised where his mouth should be, then spoke... stretching the skin into a smile:

"In the absence of Sunshine Wheel's activation, the Zodiac Bureau heads of the Cleaning Bureau can only exhibit Pillar God-level strength within their jurisdiction, thus without Sunshine Wheel's blessing, we can definitely take out those Zodiac Bureau heads one by one!

And Grandma Crow-eye recently received news from the Cleaning Bureau; they hope to reclaim the captured Cleaners of the undead type, intending to negotiate in the Sage's Cemetery, with three or more board members present.

Based on past situations, the Cleaning Bureau requires at least three board members to activate Sunshine Wheel, so if we can set up an ambush outside the Sage's Cemetery and keep the negotiating board members in the Realm of the Dead, then nothing will be a problem!"