"We've already said it, going to the Realm of the Dead is the only way right now."

Faced with a warning from the Food God, the other end of the shell earring remained silent for a while, then switched to a more steady and aloof voice, speaking calmly:

"Although this world number 3 is much larger than your Netherworld, the number of True Gods it can 'nurture' is limited. After being slaughtered and captured by the Food God, there aren't many beings left who wield power.

And if you want to enter the Root Source and seize the root source of this world, you must master enough powers and blend them into a force closest to this world's origin to possibly break the Origin Mud Plate protecting the root source.

So we're not trying to make things difficult for you, forcing you to annihilate the Agency and humanity. As long as you want to seize the root source of this world, you must target those True Gods in the Realm of the Dead."

"I see."

Upon hearing this, the mermaid lady blinked and then smiled:

"Your explanation is quite good. If I weren't able to see the time layers, I might have almost believed it."

"..."

"Why aren't you speaking? Didn't expect me to be so sharp, able to spot the backup plans you guys left?"

With fingertips gently tapping the silent shell earring, the mermaid lady smiled and said:

"Although I'm completely dead, I've controlled the root source of the material world. Being a ruler whose will can cross time, a slight dislocation of time can't hide from me.

So if it's useless talk, skip it and hand over those True Gods hidden in 'yesterday.' Besides, small tricks won't work; I've already seen their hiding spots. You better cooperate actively, don't force me to take them myself."

"..."

Damn it! The Slaughter King Association hidden in yesterday was discovered by her!

"Those True Gods are different."

After a long silence, the shell earring spoke with a touch of annoyance:

"Everyone in yesterday's realm is True Gods we recognize, just like the relationship between mermaids and you. To us, they are akin to kin. If you... what are you doing?"

"Going to catch your kin~"

"???"

"I've already said, it's best if you're willing to give, but if not, I can take them myself."

Repeating her previous statement, the mermaid lady smiled and said:

"You wouldn't expect me to go this far and still reason with you, right? Of course, I'll take whatever's there~"

"..."

"Also, don't bother talking about kin."

Glancing at the roaming time layers within the Source God Platform, the mermaid lady still smiled, but her voice grew somewhat aloof:

"My kin are my origin and will be my destination, while your so-called kin are merely tools delivered by rank 1 to various material worlds, used to break the Origin Mud Plate and seize the root source.

Those True Gods you hid in 'yesterday' are essentially the same as the angels and demons spread by ranks 5 and 6. You want to preserve them simply as a backup key."

"..."

"Alright, make your choice."

With a hand covered in the color of the root source feeling around in the void, faintly grasping the outline of [Yesterday's Realm], the mermaid lady smiled:

"If you're willing to cooperate, I can easily push the door open and take the people; if you refuse to cooperate, then I'll exert some effort to break in and take their remains directly... which result do you prefer?"

"..."

After a moment of silent contemplation, the shell earring lost its shimmering surface and fell silent, while the closed door of [Yesterday's Realm] creaked open like rusty hinges, revealing a dark hallway leading into the depths of Yesterday's Realm.

Good.

Watching the door to Yesterday's Realm swing open and feeling the significant powers frozen in 'yesterday,' the mermaid lady nodded in satisfaction, then entered the last retreat of the Slaughter King Association, sealing the only entrance again.

Meanwhile, Leon, having returned from the Netherworld to the present world through the sea gate mixed with [Star Dust], was holding the now stunned Scorpion Director, gazing at the massive meteor slowly rotating in the ocean vortex, and sighed silently.

"This... this..."

Seeing the Agency headquarters not appear in the seventy thousand kilometers high sky but in the sea, the Scorpion Director couldn't help but open his wrist demon's mouth wide, repeatedly exclaiming in panic:

"How could this be? How is this possible?!"

Most likely... or rather, given the current circumstances of the Agency, being able to defeat a ruler would be impossible.

Observing the reactions within the Agency headquarters, seeing only a large number of Cleaner corpses left behind, with no trace of any soul remaining, Leon couldn't help but close his eyes momentarily, then began to try communicating with the door to the Realm of the Dead.

The former third-generation director, merely inadvertently stained with a little root source color, managed to almost annihilate the True Gods of the current world and the surrounding fourteen dimensions, driving the supreme Four Pillars Gods into hiding. Naturally, Evangelin, who had once mastered the root source completely, would be stronger.

If the Agency is indeed a bunch of mechanism freaks, then Evangelin, who skillfully mastered the root source color, is the ultimate cheat of dual-high stats and mechanics. It's impossible for the old and weak guarding the Agency to defeat her...

But at least the souls remain preserved.

Checking the vicinity of Ghost Gate within the Realm of the Dead, confirming the passage of a large amount of intact powerful souls without any signs of invasion by the root source color, Leon couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief.

The modified Realm of the Dead is undoubtedly the last fundamental domain for the present world and the Agency, as long as it hasn't been destroyed, there's still hope.

"Stop looking!"

With a hand flick on the back of the Scorpion Director's head... roughly considered the back of the head, on his hand, Leon picked up the somewhat bewildered Scorpion Director, stood up, and headed toward the door to the Realm of the Dead.

"There's no time for dawdling, whether we can turn the situation around depends on the state of the Realm of the Dead."

Can it... be turned around?

Hearing Leon's words, the Scorpion Director's gaze became somewhat dazed, then he tried to turn his head and said:

"But our headquarters is gone, can we still..."

"As long as we're still alive."

Rubbing his cufflinks containing countless items, Leon said expressionlessly:

"Anyway, let's head to the Realm of the Dead first. I still haven't found a way to deal with Evangelin, I need to seek the third... huh... who did this?"

After crossing the empty Ghost Gate, seeing the previous Sage's Cemetery relocated to the entrance of the Realm of the Dead... the boiling feces of Hell... even Leon, who was originally ready to ask the help of the third-generation director, was stunned for a moment.

What the hell is this situation? How did the Sage's Cemetery of the third-generation suddenly get moved to the entrance?