I! Cleaner!-Chapter 731 - 666: 666

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Since we’ve retrieved a part of it... does it mean our human ancestors really could live to be 500 years old? And they had abilities like memory inheritance, infinite inspiration, and telepathy?

This... this... how could a divine race with such ridiculous abilities nearly get wiped out? Were my ancestors a bit too disappointing?

’It seems there was some kind of major catastrophe, but what exactly happened, even Mr. Taurus isn’t very clear.’

Through their clasped hands, Leon sensed a hint of confusion, and after thinking for a moment, the Red-haired Director explained:

’The initial directors who escorted our ancestors to this world might know what happened, but they mostly perished early. At that time, it was already difficult for humans to survive, and few thought about passing down history.

Coupled with generations of reproduction later, these unverified pasts were gradually covered by what the Illusion Can created, leaving only fragmented records even in the headquarters. Perhaps only in Old Soil can we find the reason.’

Alright then...

After listening to this strange "history of ancestral downfall," Leon couldn’t help but lick his dry lips, slightly understanding the importance of this "Tier Five" mission.

Even if we don’t retrieve all four lost artifacts, just finding one or even half of one completely will make the human race incredibly powerful in an instant.

With such "great prospects," it’s hardly surprising that anyone with a bit of ambition would feel compelled to search, and it’s no wonder the Clean-up Bureau is often shorthanded.

...

"Olivia!"

While Leon and the Red-haired Director were whispering, the deputy directors of the other Zodiac Branch Offices had almost finished stating their stances, and the attention of the Sagittarius Director naturally turned, asking:

"Currently, it’s five votes against five. On the proposal about directly activating the Sunshine Wheel to project the directors back from Old Soil, which side are you leaning towards?"

Five to five... my vote is critical...

Upon hearing this, the Red-haired Director pondered briefly and did not immediately answer, but asked:

"Mr. Sagittarius, may I ask, regarding this proposal, what do you three directors think?"

"The Pisces Director has some mental issues at the moment and is unable to vote. As for me and Mr. Taurus, one of us agrees and the other disagrees."

So six to six? And it’s still down to my vote?

Facing the expectant gazes from the deputy directors, the Red-haired Director couldn’t help but frown, then turned back to glance at Leon and stealthily squeezed his hand.

’Leon, what do you think?’

"..."

What? How did the right to decide such a major event concerning the future of humanity suddenly fall on my shoulders?

Feeling a bit of pressure from the significance behind the question, Leon’s scalp tingled slightly. With the Red-haired Director’s persistent inquiry, his throat couldn’t help but move, and he hesitantly replied:

’Maybe... we should act cautiously and prioritize ensuring the Clean-up Bureau’s safety?’

Even though those four treasures hidden in Old Soil are indeed tempting, and the Director seemed to suggest that the opportunity for past exploration wasn’t always available, isn’t there still me?’

Perhaps after a few years when I’ve become more skillful, obtaining a badge like "Time Traveler," I could also go and search for those four treasures later. There’s no need to rush.

Besides, with the Slaughter King Association watching eagerly and potentially causing trouble anytime, it could result in massive casualties, so prioritizing our current safety is more crucial.

"Olivia?"

After waiting for a while without an answer, the Sagittarius Director couldn’t help but urge:

"It’s just your vote left. Have you made up your mind?"

"I have."

Upon hearing that, the Red-haired Director nodded, releasing Leon’s hand and replied confidently:

"I believe human safety is more important. Bringing back the director and the three other directors would be better."

"Hmm..."

After hearing the Red-haired Director’s words, the Sagittarius Director gave a soft hum, then relaxed slightly and said:

"The result is seven to seven. The number of people supporting the activation of the Sunshine Wheel didn’t exceed half, so for now, we’ll maintain the current situation!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Seven to seven?

The deputy directors were taken aback by this and cast puzzled looks towards the Sagittarius Director on the main stage.

Among those eligible to vote this time, two directors had one vote each, while the eleven Zodiac Directors had six votes against five. Shouldn’t the result be seven to six? Who cast the extra vote?

"Sorry, the last opposing vote was cast by me."

In the silence of the Sagittarius Director, in the deputies’ seating area above, the seat belonging to the Cancer Director slowly lit up.

A chubby male hologram raised his hand, politely greeting the deputy directors, then kindly explained:

"The Sagittarius Director believes that the recent palace event should be his full responsibility. Furthermore, in his current condition, he needs a long period of rest, so he contacted me, hoping I could return to replace him in overseeing the situation while he resides in the Abyss... By the way."

Upon reaching this point, the Cancer Director, who bore a shiny bald head and appeared like a benevolent, plump monk, suddenly paused. He then warmly surveyed the attendees before gently asking:

"May I ask if the cleaner named Leon is present? If he is, could he come forward to meet me?"

Looking for me?

Faced with the kindly invitation from the new director he had never met, Leon was caught off guard and instinctively reached out to hold the Red-haired Director’s hand, seeking clarification on this situation.

However, just as he was about to grasp her hand, the Red-haired Director suddenly lifted her hand to tidy her hair, conveniently avoiding Leon’s touch, then cleared her throat and said:

"Leon, since Mr. Cancer wants to meet you, why don’t you go and let him have a feel?"

Have a feel? Why not have a look?

Upon hearing the Red-haired Director, Leon’s brows rose slightly, and he squinted in the direction of the Cancer Director, discovering the director’s eye sockets were sunken, seemingly devoid of eyes, indicating he was blind.

"No need for that, although I don’t have eyes, I can still sort of see people... You must be Leon? Very good!"

Turning to "look" at Leon with non-existent vision while assessing him, the plump-faced Cancer Director chuckled, then said kindly:

"You know, many over at the Abyss... um... many demons know you. Especially in the Gluttony Hell, some little demons eager for power have already started sculpting your likeness."