I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1065 - 981: The Middle Plan and the Inscription

Capture the Scarlet Hair Lady, and then we dive into the present world?!

After hearing Thrush's proposal of the "best plan," the gods of the Slaughter King Association couldn't help but exchange glances, each seeing the extremely difficult-to-maintain expressions on their faces.

Isn't there still the Zodiac Bureau in the present world? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

For us True Gods to burrow back into the present, we could indeed avoid the Food God, but how is that different from mice willingly entering a cat's cage? Do you really think the Twelve Zodiac Directors are just twiddling their thumbs?

It seems that although Thrush holds the "Disaster Avoidance" truth, allowing him to almost perfectly avoid the Food God, his avoidance has become an obsession, as long as he can steer clear of the Food God, nothing else matters to him.

"How about... you tell us the second best plan?"

"What? My plan isn't good?"

"..."

It might be great for you, but for us, it's completely unfeasible!

After a rather awkward silence, the elderly lady wearing the macaque mask had to step forward again, answering as tactfully as possible:

"It's not a question of being good or not; it's just that this plan is really, truly rare..."

"Alright, no need to say more."

Seeing the rejection on the True Gods' faces, Thrush couldn't help but click his tongue in displeasure, then reached out towards the White Snake.

"So we're left with the last option... what's the Serpent Bearer's director's name? Hand over his name to me!"

...

It's over...

As Leon's heart tumbled down from the divine stairway, looking up at the sky which suddenly transformed into a starry dome, and the "stars" that were staring at him with curiosity, the Serpent Bearer director couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It's truly over...

Everything went so well earlier, yet in the final step, a problem arose. The Food God's prowess is truly extraordinary, ascending 250 levels of the divine stairway in one go, unintentionally exposing his identity. So, now what?

And just as the Serpent Bearer director was beginning to worry, Leon, who had fallen down the divine stairway, hastily composed himself and then... with a splash, landed into a pond of dark gold mud.

What is this thing?

Struggling to pull himself out of the mire, swimming to the edge of the mud pond, Leon couldn't help but reach out and touch the dark-gold pond behind him but received no response.

And after climbing ashore, clad in the strange dark-gold mud, Leon looked around, and to his surprise, saw a terrain filled with mud ponds of various sizes and colors as far as he could see.

The smallest ponds were roughly the size of a round table, just a small puddle that an average person could step over with a little effort.

Yet the largest pond was the crescent-shaped dark-gold pond behind him. The farthest distance across its two moon-tipped ends must stretch nearly two kilometers.

"Don't look anymore."

Seeing Leon staring in awe at the dark-gold mud pond, the Serpent Bearer director sighed and said:

"That should be left by the Black Sun God. Its body is about the size of Lily City, with 22 pairs of hoof-like toes beneath its belly, so what you're seeing isn't just a mud pond, but handprints left on the mud plate by the Black Sun God."

Handprints?

Leon was slightly taken aback by these words.

"So, the ground we're standing on is actually the mud plate?"

"Yes."

Looking at the mighty land underfoot, which was named mud plate but was, in essence, a vast plain of dark-purple soil, the Serpent Bearer director explained with a sigh:

"The rules of the present world are quite unique. Extremely large physical forms find it difficult to exist here, but it's different in other planes, so many True Gods have very large bodies.

With their enormous bodies, the handprints they leave are naturally large too, and the deeper a True God's understanding of their power, the deeper their handprints on the mud plate... what are you doing?"

"I'm engraving myself."

Leon squatted and responded:

"We've been exposed, and it won't be long before the True Gods of the Slaughter King Association catch up. Isn't it essential to engrave myself and help you ascend to godhood?"

"..."

At a time like this, you're still thinking about engraving yourself?

This is the Origin Mud Plate, the deepest place on the Source God Platform. It's where all True Gods leave their imprint! Once I start engraving, it won't be long before it attracts the attention of all the True Gods! Not only the Slaughter King Association, but I'm afraid we'll also face a siege by all True Gods hostile to the Zodiac Bureau!

Almost losing his composure at Leon's comments, the Serpent Bearer director watched Leon, who had voluntarily lowered himself and pressed his chest against the ground, and couldn't help but remark:

"Do you even know..."

"Just engrave yours."

Seeing the badge in the panel still shining normally, Leon was finally at ease, interrupting the Serpent Bearer director with a serious promise:

"I know what you're worried about, but even if it's not just the Slaughter King Association but all the True Gods who ever left a handprint come, I have a way to handle them for a while, so just focus on your engraving."

"..."

Fine! Since there's no other option left, I'll trust you this once!

Seeing Leon's confident demeanor, the Serpent Bearer director gritted his teeth and then, releasing his will, let it sink into the earth beneath Leon.

"Buzz~"

Along with a pleasant ring, a gentle white light glowed, and the once formless will suddenly took on a remarkably clear appearance, emanating from Leon's heart and pressing into the ground below.

At that moment, the previously solid ground beneath Leon softened abruptly, sinking his form by a fist's depth, bypassing the clothing on his chest to firmly imprint his left half chest.

"..."

Wait... is this how it's done?

Upon realizing that, Leon instinctively wanted to shift a bit... at least to a less awkward spot.

However, as his chest moved away from the ground, the once stable emanation of pearly white will wobbled, immediately becoming much more chaotic, while the worried voice of the Serpent Bearer director echoed in Leon's mind.

"Don't move around! If it breaks, you'll have to start over!"

"..."

Fine...

Under the Serpent Bearer director's repeated urging, Leon had to lower his left... chest once more, adopting a posture of "piercing the earth," quietly lying on the vast original mud plate, imitating the Serpent Bearer director's procedure to cautiously extend his own will slightly.

"Boom!!!"

With a rumbling sound a thousand times heavier than the previous buzz, Leon felt the ground beneath him suddenly hollow.

At that moment, like a red-hot iron ball thrown into snow, he melted the solid ground below into liquid, sinking down without any resistance, decisively disappearing without a trace, leaving only a tiny human-shaped pit in the original spot.

Concurrently, the sky full of stars hanging over the mud "plate," like giant eyes, scanned the mud plate's surface with scrutiny... then looked at each other in utter confusion.

Where is everyone? Why is there no one?