"Moo..."

Facing the Female Angel's inquiry, Leon, with a yellow bull's head on his neck, shook his head blankly, indicating that he had forgotten his name, background, and even race. He thought to himself, if you hadn't called me Mr. Minotaur, I might have believed I was a salt-cured fish.

You don't remember anything? Another poor soul indeed.

Leon decided to feign amnesia for simplicity, and seeing this, the rescue team of angels displayed sympathetic expressions on their faces.

In the numerous planes of Old Soil, few fates are scarier than being lost in the starry world, and it's hard to find anyone more pitiable than these Lost Souls.

The bull-headed gentleman before them was drawn by the Pure White Land, avoiding eternal drift in the boundless sky; thus, he was one of the luckiest Lost Souls. But having lost all memories, unable to recall his name or origins, he was undoubtedly unfortunate.

"It's okay."

The Angel Captain looked with compassion at the bull-headed Leon, his hands clutching his head in pain, then extended his arms to give a gentle embrace and warmly consoled:

"Since you can't remember, don't force it. You've just left the starry world and haven't adapted to the rules of the Pure White Land. Once your body acclimates to the situation here, you might recall something... Come on, let's take him to the aid station."

After beckoning the other angels, the Captain Angel extended his hand, gently stroking Leon's bull head. A strange and tender power seeped in, soothing his "chaotic" spirit.

Soon, two more angels approached, taking over the Captain's task, cradling the slumbering bull-headed Leon on their wings, cautiously flying downward.

'Moo moo?'

'Didn't I say before? I plan to infiltrate Pure White Land to observe the situation under Pure White Holy Mother's rule, and determine whether she's genuinely kind or merely feigning benevolence.'

After quickly pushing the emerging thoughts of Old Bull back into his dream, Leon, transformed into a bull-headed figure, closed his eyes tightly and explained in his mind:

'Pure White Land and the Abyss of Corruption are enemies, so their overall strength should be comparable, and there surely exist many pillar god-level angels.

If I disguise myself as an angel, it's possible to blend into Pure White Land, but to maintain disguise before those pillar god-level angels would require frequent use of roots, then being discovered by Pure White Holy Mother becomes likely.

By entering this way, I only need to disguise a little, avoiding Pure White Holy Mother by chance avoids problems, and I can feign amnesia directly, not needing to fabricate identity or origins—there isn't a better way than this.'

'Moo moo~ (For the sake of this meal, you've truly gone to great lengths~)'

"..."

'Moo moo moo moo moo... Moo? (Actually, I don't enjoy mocking you, but I originate from Fredri's dream, sort of an extension of her will, and you and she are archenemies, being constantly ridden by a nemesis sure makes you uncomfortable... You can understand, right?)'

"..."

Just as the Old Bull was mooing non-stop in Leon's mind, explaining why he couldn't resist taunting Leon before, the angel squad descended from the sky, delivering the bull-headed Leon to a platform above a circular building.

"Another Lost Soul has awakened..."

A Female Angel, her eyes tightly closed, wearing a wide plain white robe, flew out from the circular building's apex. She extended her hand and took Leon from the wing-formed "stretcher" of two angels, expressing mild surprise:

"A Minotaur this time... Where did you find him?"

"Discovered in Cradle #175… Move gently, Mr. Minotaur has finally stabilized, don't wake him up."

Unable to resist saying something, recalling the Female Angel's inquiry, the Angel Captain curiously questioned back:

"Doctor Oroya, previously you mentioned 'again'? Are there recently many conscious Lost Souls sent here?"

"Yes."

The Female Angel, looking slightly fatigued, casually replied while checking Leon's dull eyes:

"Recently, the number of Lost Souls sent here with intact consciousness is quite high; combining all 'New Cradles,' probably several tens of thousands."

"What?!"

Reacting to the Female Angel's answer, the entire angel squad jumped in shock, and the Angel Captain hurriedly followed with questions:

"But why..."

"Because you're responsible for Cradles numbered 150 to 180, corresponding to Star Zones from 150 to 180, while the resent souls originate between Star Zone 350 and 490."

Star Zone 350 to 490 is...

"That direction leads to Deficient Hamlet, where recent fallen Lost Souls are mostly Feathered Folk living there."

The Female Angel, eyes closed, straightforwardly explained, observing the Captain Angel pondering:

"They are the ones with hollow bones, light bodies, slender arms, and wings like ours on their backs. Their realm was completely devastated, reportedly thoroughly destroyed, so many surviving Feathered Folk became Lost Souls, directly drawn to the Pure Land."

"?!!!" x N

The angel squad that saved Leon seemed not very high in status within Pure White Land's angel society, and hearing this for the first time left them pale-faced with shock, trembling uncontrollably.

"That place was a major realm similar to our Pure White Land, suddenly that... so..."

"I'm merely a senior physician managing Healing Altar #97; do you think I know the reason?"

Apparently worn out by heavy work, the Female Angel named Doctor Oroya waved dismissively while continuing to check Leon's condition, impatiently saying:

"Finish the referral and quickly return! According to the issued notice, many major realms had issues this time, along with Deficient Hamlet there are others like Grave Soil, Placenta Sea, Hanging Horn Star Gorge, Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Spirits, Shepherd's Plain, and more.

If I recall correctly, your responsibility aligns with Shepherd's Plain; that realm was also completely destroyed like Deficient Hamlet, and Lost Souls from there might soon be drawn here… Hmm... perhaps this Minotaur is from there."

Widening Leon's mouth, closely inspecting inside, the seemingly eye-shut angel revealed eyes too small, called out to the dazedly departing Angel Captain, and gestured towards Leon's pants.

"Wait, don't go, help me pull off his pants."