I! Cleaner!-Chapter 996 - 915: The Leon Bureau and Personnel Transfers

Then they would probably go on missions as if they were gambling with their lives!

After hearing Leon's proposal, the Cancer Director couldn't help but literally gasp for air, and promptly reminded him:

"But if you do this, and the world gets messed up..." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"It won't get messed up."

Leon responded with a shake of his head, his expression resolute:

"All the cleaners in the bureau combined only number a few thousand. Even if they all made countless contributions and carried deep love in their hearts, reviving even the dogs raised by their granduncles, at most they would occupy tens of thousands of resurrection spots.

Compared to the total population of billions in the current world, these tens of thousands are insignificant. Moreover, these people will be distributed among eleven kingdoms and numerous city-states, along with the bureau's 'Illusion Can' as a safeguard, ensuring in every sense that chaos won't arise.

Furthermore, this resurrection isn't immortality. Our human lifespan is currently capped at one hundred and fifty years. After that, these people will return, and the impact remains within a controllable range... Oh, by the way!"

It was at this point that Leon seemed to have thought of something, eagerly adding:

"Actually, it shouldn't be limited to cleaners. Ordinary people within our human race, as long as they contribute significantly enough, could also try being granted some resurrection spots.

For example, the scholars of the former Crolock Kingdom, who are currently cultivating high-yield crops; if they succeed, I think some spots should be allocated to them, at least ensuring these scholars live up to one hundred and fifty years. Besides, we can also..."

"No, no, this is already enough! It's really fast enough!"

Seeing Leon's thoughts diverging again and somewhat unable to keep up, the Cancer Director hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, then pleaded:

"Aquarius, let's slow down a bit! I... I'm not exactly against the idea, but slow down, take it step by step, don't just arrange everything at once. You change so much at once, I'm afraid the current world can't withstand it!"

"Rest assured, I know what I'm doing, and will certainly not forcefully push these things forward."

Glancing at the equally pensive Taurus Director, realizing his proposals might have touched their bottom line again, Leon swallowed the latter half of his ideas, instead explaining gently:

"These are all just some ideas, there are bound to be many shortcomings. Naturally, a small-scale trial should be conducted first to confirm no significant flaws before fully advancing, to avoid any irrevocable consequences.

Also, if I can live to one hundred and fifty years, then I still have over a hundred and thirty years to pursue these endeavors. I can absolutely move forward step by step as you suggested, surely finding a win-win solution."

"..."

One hundred and thirty years...

Looking at Leon's confident, youthful face, the Cancer and Taurus Directors couldn't help but feel startled, then suddenly realized a fact both exciting and somewhat unsettling.

Leon is still very young, extremely young, unprecedentedly young.

The elder directors are generally aged a hundred and over, even the youngest being over seventy, old enough to be his grandparents. Once this old generation all passes away, Leon, holding the advantage in both power and seniority, might wield unchallenged authority for over eighty years.

Once these changes are pushed through by him, cleaners who benefited while alive and even had their afterlife employment arranged will undoubtedly support him wholeheartedly. The previously somewhat fragmented structure of the cleaning bureau might unprecedentedly unify.

Especially considering Leon's current circumstances and the merits he has accumulated, once the current director passes away or retires, it seems almost no other candidate for the new director exists, and when that time comes…

The cleaning bureau? Leon's bureau!

...

"Lord Cancer? Lord Cancer?"

"Ah?"

Shaking himself free from the terrifying idea of all bureau members changing their surnames to Ryan and the current world being squeezed flat and round by Leon, the Cancer Director blinked and then, looking a bit tense, said:

"Sorry, I got a bit distracted... What did you just say?"

"I was wondering if you could get me a batch of demons."

Glancing strangely at the two somewhat dazed directors, Leon repeated his earlier request.

"Our division of Hell has just been established, many areas are particularly understaffed, and there aren't enough potential souls. So I'd like to ask you to bring in a batch of demons to maintain order and undertake some labor."

"That's simple."

Although acquiring a batch of demons isn't as easy as it sounds, compared to Leon's other proposals, this was already the simplest and most conservative request, and the Cancer Director immediately agreed with pleasure, even proactively inquiring what type of demons he wanted.

"Let's go with horned demons and horse-headed demons!"

Taking a look at the City of Regret below, Leon's mischievous side emerged again, and he chuckled:

"These two types of demons might not be powerful, but they're quite fitting in appearance, naturally meant to work in our Hell bureau... Oh, by the way, maybe you could take the trouble, if you have the time, to run to the abyss and directly bring over their entire clans."

"Alright."

Although unclear why horned demons and horse-headed demons were suitable for Hell, and going specifically to capture two demon clans might be troublesome, as long as Leon doesn't propose any earth-shattering reforms, the Cancer Director felt anything could be agreed upon.

After promising to visit the corresponding abyss of Hell and complete the tribute version of Oxhead and Horseface for Emma's Hell bureau, perhaps associating something from it, the Cancer Director curiously asked:

"By the way, the eighteen layers of hell you mentioned earlier, how is the arrangement proceeding?"

"The progress is okay!"

When discussing the eighteen layers of hell, Leon visibly perked up, then replied with a smile:

"The punishments are mostly arranged, but perhaps because the project is slightly cruel, there aren't many souls daring to participate, so manpower for executing punishments has been insufficient. That's why I'm seeking your help!"

"..."

No souls... dare to?

Upon hearing Leon's words, the Cancer Director's face visibly stiffened.

"So the demons you are asking for are to..."

"Execute punishments."

"..."

"Don't worry, I don't want to see demons harming humans. I'm asking for those demons mainly to help maintain order, and the specific execution content doesn't involve tormenting evildoers, just throwing the deceased involved in enormous evil deeds into it, with no cap on execution length."

Raising his hand to point toward the former dim origin of judgment, temporarily opening the ground with the authority of the Realm of the Dead, revealing the hollow beneath filled with relentless wailing, Leon introduced with a chuckle:

"Currently, it's just Mount Knife and Sea of Fire, Tongue Pulling and Oil Cauldron, Stone Press and Pestle these projects. I initially wanted to add a layer of the Boiling Feces Hell, but the materials are difficult to find, and once boiled, the odor is too strong, potentially impacting the property prices in the City of Regret, so for now just opened a few traditional projects, with the rest to be supplemented later."

"..."

"Rest assured, you don't need to worry about too many being punished affecting the normal operation of the Realm of the Dead. There aren't that many people guilty of heinous crimes. Currently, the longest sentencing is soaking in the oil cauldron for about twenty to thirty years, then they can be sent to the Naihe Bridge to drink Mengpo Soup."

"Mengpo Soup?"

"It's just a big pot I stomped over, with a bit of Yellow Springs water inside, everyone passing by must sip a little."

Leon waved his foot with a chuckle as he explained:

"Although it can't make people forget all their memories, drinking a sip purifies most of the regrets of the deceased, then they can be sent to the Cliff of the End. Also, since I found an old lady with the surname Montesquieu to watch the pot beneath the Naihe Bridge, I named it Mengpo Soup."