I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1073 - 989: Yesterday’s Haven

Success!

Leon swiftly strangled the white snake and snatched back the orb containing the name of the Serpent Director, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Betrayed!

Seeing Leon appear before him, tense-faced and reaching out for the Serpent Director's name, the white snake's eyes flashed with a trace of regret.

Can escape now!

Feeling the sudden release of restraints on his limbs and waist due to the white snake being eliminated by the Food God, the raven that had been bound tightly was ecstatic with joy!

"Huff..."

"Damn..."

"Haha!!!"

The sound of relaxed exhaling, grudging cursing, and jubilant cheering rang out simultaneously. Amidst this strange chorus, the two gods and man who had been huddled together instantly separated.

One reached back quickly, grabbing dozens of loose [Fear] powers; another twisted his neck rightwards, promptly reporting to the Realm of the Dead; the last one's aura surged, pushing [Disaster Avoidance] to the extreme before being repelled like a torpedo, disappearing with a bang in the starry sky.

"..."

Darn... what a slippery escape...

Leon glanced in the direction where the raven fled and can't help but sigh regretfully.

If it weren't for preserving the Serpent, he should have snapped its neck first... This pillar god, who could guess his weak point and forcibly avoid it, truly wasn't easy to deal with.

Even though he managed a hasty grab, his hand coated in the color of the source still failed to inflict significant harm despite tearing through the slipperiness of [Disaster Avoidance]; his strength was nearly depleted.

Though it shared [Fear] of him with other True Gods, it could forcibly bypass his [Fear] power using the truth called [Disaster Avoidance], proving incredibly troublesome...

Oh well, let it escape; the gains this time are already significant.

Amidst the despairing gaze of the gods, Leon returned holding the lifeless white snake, tossing its corpse onto a pile of materials, stacking it atop the God of Murder, then reached out again for a True God, laying his color-coated hand upon its forehead.

"Don't move, let me see what kind of god you are."

...

Just a little more... I was so close to dying!!!

Using truth for forced evasion to slip away from Leon, the raven gazed at the dwindling stars above the Source God Platform, feeling a pang in his heart, tears nearly falling.

These tears weren't shed for the colleagues at the Slaughter King Association; those troublemaking jerks, not one he'd mourn if they all died...

He's merely feeling a bit sorry for himself.

Even though many True Gods, and even pillar gods, didn't attend, after the Food God slaughtered dozens of True Gods with ease, it's unlikely anyone would dare besiege him before the Four Pillar Gods return; he's poised to become an eternal True God.

Not only did he expose himself before the Food God, but as the sole survivor of the Slaughter King Association, when the Food God begins to emulate his predecessor by hunting gods worldwide, he's one hundred percent sure to be targeted, doomed to relentless pursuit...

"Waaah!!!"

Imagining the Food God being immortal, then endlessly hunting him in a miserable future, the raven's spirits sank deeper, finally crying aloud amidst the empty starry expanse.

Such a dreadful future, eternally chased by the Food God, might as well be death!

Yet, as the raven cried his heart out, running toward the outer Source God Platform while lamenting his "visibly tragic" future, a peculiar doorway unfolded before him.

"???!!!"

Upon seeing the familiar door of [Yesterday's Abode], the raven paused his sobbing, sniffing while dumbfounded.

The god congregation within the Slaughter King Association had all mobilized against the Food God, yet they perished, leaving him alone; the commonly used [Yesterday's Abode] for meetings should be empty now, why would anyone extend an invitation to him?

Could it mean one of the four presidents returned?

Upon careful verification, confirming the door was indeed [Yesterday's Abode] and not a trap by the Food God, the raven, feeling as though saved from the brink, joyously ventured through the door.

After a familiar whirl, the raven found himself amidst the familiar surroundings of [Yesterday's Abode].

The radiantly lit dome, solemn black and white floor, sinister and eerie bone long table, twelve sets of ancient, branched candlesticks, dozens of light gray high-backed chairs... and a group of puzzled True Gods looking his way.

"Raven?"

Seeing the raven appear at the long table's edge, the white snake at the main seat's face fell, reluctantly vacating the seat while sarcastically jeering:

"What? You're not worried about the Food God coming now?"

"???"

Didn't you sure as hell die?

Seeing the gods gathered, whose necks were supposedly snapped one by one by the Food God, now seated around the long table with various expressions, the raven was thoroughly bewildered.

You all... this... isn't this wrong!

"Enough."

Seeing the raven remain silent, transfixed while staring at the white snake, the elderly woman with a monkey mask stood up, taking the initiative to smooth over:

"Today is the time for contacting the Red King, so Vice President Raven is naturally present... Raven, Snake's plan is going smoothly. After concluding communication with the Red King... What are you doing?!"

Startled by the raven's sudden dive towards the white snake, enfolding him fearfully and starting to grope around, the group of True Gods were dumbstruck.

After touching the white snake's entire body, even removing his mask for a look, the raven, kicked away by the snake, sat on the ground, muttering with a mixed expression:

"Yesterday's Abode... Ha... So that's what Yesterday's Abode means, no wonder... the Old One... Black King... no wonder..."

"Raven!"

After tidying up his mud-covered clothes, the snake, having suffered an indignity, angrily scrambled to his feet, glaring while questioning:

"What madness has seized you?"

"I'm not mad... I... Never mind..."

Seeing the protective group of "deceased" gods encircled around him, the raven closed his eyes briefly, then spoke with intense complexity:

"Everyone, I have two pieces of news, which are difficult to say whether they're good or bad, that must be shared with you."

"What news?"

"What's your point?"

"Are you alright?"

Ignoring the questions from the True Gods of the Slaughter King Association, the raven raised two fingers, then reluctantly folded one.

"The first news: In the future, all of you are dead, slaughtered by the Food God, leaving no survivors before my eyes! But currently... or should I say yesterday, you barely live."

"Huh???"

"How could we die? What nonsense is this!"

"What a muddled mess!"

"Second news."

Amidst the gods' questioning, the raven folded the second finger, his emotions beyond verbal description, trembling as he spoke:

"You survived thanks to [Yesterday's Abode], but from now on, you can only live in yesterday... Or rather, all of you besides yesterday have been slaughtered, and your life now exists only within this day."