I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1067 - 983: Between the Origins (Part 2)

"To put it simply, you are my clansman... or rather, the clansman of the person I was in life."

After waiting for a response and getting none from Leon, the light and shadow form of the "Ascension Stairway" furrowed its brows and began to explain:

"I am not the stairway you think, I just used the recorded voice from it. As for the outer layer of purple-black Origin Mud Plate, it's used to filter you and others, because aside from us who are born to face the root directly, any other creature has a fixed limit on the comprehension of their power.

For example, the Pillar Gods as you understand them, their limit is fifty levels in a single power ability on the Ascension Stairway. Once a single power ability exceeds fifty levels, the corresponding power will transform into truth, and it can no longer push a second power to fifty levels, with the cap being ninety-nine levels at most.

But we are different. We are born able to face the root directly without this limitation... Although you took the easy route, mixing in fifty-nine levels from that human and the heart of a Pillar God, you yourself can still walk more than a hundred levels on the Ascension Stairway, so you must be my clansman!"

"..."

I think I'm starting to understand a bit...

After hearing the sworn judgment from the vague light and shadow, Leon tentatively spoke up:

"So... the thickness of the mud plate above is equivalent to a 'one hundred-level' Ascension Stairway, and only those who exceed a hundred levels can come down?"

"Correct, but it's not that only those who exceed a hundred levels can come down, it's that only we can possibly exceed a hundred levels."

After correcting Leon's words, the "Ascension Stairway" hesitated slightly and then reluctantly responded:

"At least, most of the time that's how it should be."

Most of the time?

Leon was slightly taken aback at the words, then asked:

"Does that mean there are exceptions?"

"You could say so..."

Showing a somewhat difficult expression, the "Ascension Stairway" spoke with a hint of helplessness:

"About five or six thousand years ago, a human killed more than one Pillar God and then, while besieged by a group of True Gods, used a method similar to yours to break through the Origin Mud Plate's filtering layer, barging in here and waking me up once.

I almost mistook him for you at the time, but luckily he was several thousand years earlier than expected. After realizing it didn't feel right, I checked and found out he took the easy way out, so I threw him out from here."

"..."

Several thousand years ago... killed more than one Pillar God... and broke into the Source God Platform amid a group siege of True Gods...

Isn't that the third generation old man?

Recalling the scheming image of the old man with the square head, Leon's mouth couldn't help but twitch violently.

No wonder he's ridiculously strong; turns out he also 'peeked' between the roots... No! He was probably so ridiculously strong that he could break in here and see between the roots, and the mysterious secret he wanted to hide likely has much to do with this root thing.

"So despite one mistake before, you're definitely fine!"

Reviving his spirit slightly, the figure using the "Ascension Stairway" tone looked at Leon with full confidence and said:

"Even without that Pillar God's heart and that not-so-smart human, you can walk two hundred steps on the Ascension Stairway on your own, so even if there's been a bit of a mix-up in timing, judging by what you've done, you are definitely number 3!"

The timing was off... from me and my actions...

Hearing this, an epiphany struck Leon as he took a breath, then couldn't help but ask:

"Can you tell me specifically what my actions refer to?"

"Of course, it's ruling the entire number 3 plane!"

As if it could see through Leon's past and future, the vague human figure glanced at Leon with appreciation before smiling and saying:

"Though mixed with the bloodline of other races, we who are born facing the roots and seeing the essence with a glance were meant to reign above all other creatures, naturally seeking to rule everything."

"?!!"

Watching Leon's pupils suddenly contract sharply, the vague human figure clicked its tongue in wonder:

"Number 3, having just seen your past, I originally thought you'd try ruling a human Kingdom first, then humanity as a whole, before reaching into the Cleaners' House and other races, eventually unifying the present world. But incredibly, you've instead started by controlling the Cleaners' House.

Hmm... On second thought, this way is faster after all, regardless of ruling the present world from the bottom up or directly seizing that human organization called Cleaners' House, then ruling the present world from top down, the final result is the same... Number 3? Why aren't you talking?"

"..."

Because I'm shocked by my brother's identity...

Remembering William who, since childhood, set a "great ambition" always striving to unify the world, Leon couldn't help but shut his eyes, then silently switched out "Master Performer," suppressing his uncontrollably twitching facial muscles.

From elementary school already dreaming of world unification, always able to see the essence at a glance, and with that so-called decade-long discrepancy... There couldn't possibly be a second kid like this, I'm literally 90% sure, the number 3 you're waiting for isn't me but William!

So this time you definitely got the wrong person again; it's not some time discrepancy causing 'number 3' to arrive ten years early, but that the number 3 who will rule humanity is currently sitting at my house slogging through summer homework, which, if incomplete, might earn a beating...

This is entirely... Anna's photo rolled in three people, resulting in one time-traveler with the hanging items, one seemingly unknown race in William, none of them harmless... speaking of which, Melanie might also have some odd origins?

Resolute on thoroughly checking the two little rascals once back, Leon touched his heart, unaware of when he'd passed out, then cranked up his performance skills, querying:

"But if I am your clansman, why don't I have my own memory?"

"You've been dead like me for who knows how long, you shouldn't have any memory... nevermind, there's no time left to explain."

Straining to hold on and exchange words with Leon, the vague light and shadow began flickering, its voice full of regret as it said:

"I was supposed to have time to properly explain things to you, but that square-headed human who once broke in not only woke me from slumber, but also used up the last of my remaining time.

Alas... number 3, with what little time I have left, I can no longer thoroughly explain cause and effect to you. You'll have to find others to ask about the specific other things!"

"Who to find? Where to go?"

"Visit the Old Soil you know to find..."

"Find who?"

"..."

"?"

"Zzz~"

"???"

Watching the vague light and shadow, which looked like a TV screen's static, sizzle twice more before going completely black and disappearing, Leon felt a bit numb.

No... After saying so much irrelevance you can't even finish naming the key person I'm to find?