I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1041 - 959: You’re the One Who’s Not Human
Where did all these things come from?!
Like a ragdoll that fell into a garlic crusher, chased and bombarded by three hundred large-caliber cannons for over half a minute, the dizzy Ophius the Director finally realized what was happening. A pair of white wings suddenly extended from his back, propelling him upwards through the barrage of cannon fire.
However, he had only flown up seven or eight meters when the original canyon and the cannon fire disappeared without a trace. The canyon, which had been several hundred meters deep, was mysteriously replaced by a gigantic dam twenty meters thick, and the direction in which Ophius the Director was awkwardly flying just happened to be a corner of the dam.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the unsuspecting Ophius the Director, like a moth to a flame, crashed headlong into the thickest part of the dam, only to be bounced back, seeing stars, and fell straight down onto the deck of a cruise ship. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"Oh my gosh!"
The force of Ophius the Director's fall was tremendous, and the elderly man fishing at the side of the ship was tossed into the air, flailing his arms and legs as he plummeted toward the water below.
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man sunbathing on a recliner was also shaken off his chair, and he sat on the deck with a bewildered expression, his mouth agape in disbelief.
"Dad, what did you catch? Let me... Whoa, what the f..."
Before the middle-aged man could finish his sentence, Ophius the Director, charred black from the cannon fire, sprang back up from the deck, pulled the fishing old man back, and tossed him to the dumbfounded middle-aged man. Then he leaped over the side of the ship.
Under the middle-aged man's ghostly gaze, Ophius the Director's body shrank suddenly to less than a tenth of its original size while still in mid-air, transforming into a dark-scaled big blue fish with black hair sprouting from its head, wriggling deftly as it fell into the deep waters below the small boat.
Yet just as the blue fish entered the water, the previously bottomless reservoir vanished in an instant, transforming into a bustling street with people thronging back and forth. Approaching briskly was a painter with clear suntan marks on his face, carrying a half-full bucket of white paint.
This! This? This!?!
Staring at the big blue fish on the ground, now utterly dumbfounded, the painter... or rather Leon, set down the paint bucket, securing its lid to prevent the paint from spilling. He then crouched down expressionlessly and asked:
"How about it? Had enough running?"
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Seeing the familiar, elderly face of the painter and the abandoned building nearby where he had once placed the [February Tower], the big blue fish-form of Ophius the Director trembled. Then, hurriedly sprouting human limbs and head, he clambered up, stammering:
"Those earlier... those... was I dreaming? No, definitely not a dream! How did you move me back?"
I didn't move you back, I just didn't want you running around anymore, so I simply moved those two streets here, to give you a bit of a scare, that's all.
After grinning slightly at Ophius the Director's disbelief, Leon didn't bother explaining his small trick. Instead, he controlled the painter to sit on the bucket lid, then set up a chair for himself opposite, gesturing for the direction of the chair.
"Why don't you sit over there? I have a few questions for the Director."
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"Sigh."
"No, no, no!"
Seeing Leon, with a sigh, stand back up and ominously reveal a stack of cannons behind him, Ophius the Director couldn't help but tremble, hastily stepping forward and plopping himself onto the chair Leon had placed out.
Another round of cannon fire would be a minor issue, but the endless rapid transitions between bewildering environments, feeling as if tumbling from one bottomless black hole into the next, truly made one's hair stand on end.
That feeling of being seemingly clasped in the palm of a being "higher" than oneself, unable to escape no matter how much one struggled, and suddenly realizing that they hadn't moved at all — that sort of uncanny experience of being confined was something he never wanted to go through again.
As for now... isn't it just sitting in a chair? That's all there is to planting one's rear in the seat. Just because I sat in the chair doesn't mean I submit to him... Um... It's really not because I'm intimidated by him, I just want to give him a chance to communicate!
"Food God! Just how did you pull all that off earlier?"
Having successfully convinced himself, Ophius the Director sat down in the chair Leon had prepared, observing as the people on the street continued their hustle, oblivious to the two outlandish figures sitting together and posing his question with a wary grimace:
"Is that what you got from the Purification Bureau, something abnormal specially to deal with me? Isn't that it?"
"Was what Taurus gave you a set or a single piece? What abilities did it have? Spatial transfer? Dream reality alteration? Cognitive infiltration? Or... time regression?"
None of those; it's just a morsel of Soft Rice.
Shaking his head slightly to deny Ophius the Director's supposition, Leon glanced over at Ophius the Director with the painter's eyes, assessing his state before furrowing his brows and asking:
"Director? Won't you come out yet?"
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"Whatever your intention is, you could try telling me, can't you trust me?"
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Just saying... does he have something going on with Olivia?
Watching the Food God in front of him completely ignore him and insisting on Olivia coming out to answer, Ophius the Director couldn't help but blink. He then found himself involuntarily pulling out the multifaceted eyes of Omnia Cicada and shivering under Leon's penetrating gaze.
"Don't get the wrong idea, this isn't some sort of attack device... nor is it for escape."
Noticing the warning in Leon's gaze, Ophius the Director instinctively leaned against the chair's backrest, his butt firmly pressed against the back, hurriedly explaining:
"This is just an observational abnormality, able to see your location... I'm really not planning on running!"
Whether you run or not doesn't matter, but this can see my location?
Under Ophius the Director's extremely hopeful gaze, Leon furrowed his brows slightly, instinctively glancing towards the multifaceted eyes of the Omnia Cicada, their deep cyan skin meeting for just an instant.
'Human... is it?'
And with that, a million facetted eyes spread wide open, absorbing Leon—or rather, the painter's image—into them, as their paper-thin cyan eyelids began to flutter crazily like a dragonfly's wings at an alarming speed.
'Benevolent and calm?' 'Arrogant and extreme?' 'Coolheaded and rational?' 'Mad and furious?'
'Poor and frugal?' 'Uninterested in wealth?' 'Prepared to destroy the world?' 'Desiring to establish a new order?'
'No... he isn't quite right!'
'Existence error, he might not even be human!'
'Needs re-evaluation!'
'Human?' 'Mountains?' 'Cities?' 'Beasts?' 'Minerals?'
'Kindness?' 'Evilness?' 'Greed?' 'Calmness?' 'Madness?'
'What is he?'
'What is he?'
'What exactly is he?'
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