I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1075 - 991: You! Go Stop the Food God!
Understood...
Watching the magpie suddenly stop answering questions properly and start rambling, the hope that had just risen in the eyes of the gods of the Slaughter King Association was completely extinguished.
Judging by the magpie's performance, it's not that we fought hard and couldn't win, but rather we were utterly powerless against the Food God. We might only have caused him a slight injury, hardly making any attacks that could threaten his life. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
With such a vast discrepancy in strength, and the Food God about to ascend to godhood, how are we supposed to survive?
Oh, we are all already dead... that's fine then...
Confronted with a scenario where we were outnumbered a hundred to one and still slaughtered like pigs, the gods in the Watcher's Palace, literally half-dead, were at a loss for words.
After the third long, suffocating silence, White Snake, slumped in his seat, was the first to speak, faintly saying:
"Actually... we do still have a chance to be resurrected..."
"?!!!"
Under the gods' astonished gaze, White Snake weakly explained:
"I've been acting on behalf of the Slaughter King Association for a long time, often interacting with the four masters, so I understand the laws of the Black King to some extent... actually, our current situation is somewhat similar to that of the Serpent Chairman.
He merged with the Red King's [blood], thereby acquiring part of the Column God's immortality trait, and can be revived using the Red King's blood marrow. As for us, we were absorbed by the Black King's [past], so as long as we reconnect the 'severed' future, we can also be resurrected."
We can actually be revived?!!!
Yes! That Serpent Chairman could be resurrected, so why can't we, also preserved by a Column God?
There's still hope!
"White Snake."
After observing White Snake's somewhat unusual expression, the old woman wearing a monkey mask couldn't help but call out to White Snake, then asked:
"So what exactly should we do to reconnect the severed future?"
"As long as we take down the person who severed our future, it's equivalent to killing the enemy who severed our future, and our broken future can be reconnected."
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So... we have to defeat the Food God?
Exchanging glances, the True Gods of the Slaughter King Association couldn't help but show deep despair in their eyes once again.
According to the magpie, in the future, over a hundred True Gods attacked the Food God together, and were beaten to the point of total defeat, unable even to escape. Now, only five or six dozen of us remain. Isn't that a complete disaster?
"Actually... we might not be entirely incapable!"
Seeing the improving atmosphere sink once again, the old woman, feeling a glimmer of hope, quickly comforted in a soft voice:
"Although we're stuck in this particular day, it also means we have countless chances for challenges. Besides, didn't the magpie say earlier? He did manage to inflict... some degree of serious injury to the Food God, so if we unite, maybe..."
"There's no unity."
Reclining against the chair's back, White Snake's eyes stared vacantly at the Watcher's Palace's dome, murmuring with dead hope:
"Although we were all absorbed by the Watcher's Palace together, because each of us is an individual with completely different 'pasts', the process of reconnecting the future can't be done together. Each must face their own severed future alone... which means taking on the Food God solo."
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"Moreover, we don't have many chances. The Watcher's Palace only retained one copy of our 'past', so there's only one opportunity to challenge the Food God. If we lose this fight, even our current 'yesterday' selves must perish."
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"Additionally, because the retained 'past' only includes yesterday and not our whole life's complete 'past', after 'yesterday' ends, we'll be reset by the Watcher's Palace, losing all current memories, reverting to the start of yesterday."
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"So if you want to try, remember to copy your memory every 24 hours, leaving clues only you'll understand, so that your reset self knows what happened during this time... or you can just challenge the Food God, since these choices hardly differ."
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Indeed, this is hardly different from being completely dead...
With White Snake's weak explanations, a nearly visible gloom swiftly spread in the Watcher's Palace, pressing on every True God's heart and forehead, making them each settle back into their chairs.
The gods, utterly despairing and hopeless, either bowed their heads in silence or, like White Snake, gazed at the heavens, with eyes gradually devoid of color.
However, just as all True Gods had abandoned hopes of resurrection and someone started contemplating whether to simply go challenge the Food God outright, a crimson flame with vibrant life force suddenly ignited at the bone table's center.
"You've done very well!"
Glancing at the bone clock hanging from the dome, noticing it had completely changed color, the red shadow couldn't help but look toward White Snake, expressing extreme satisfaction:
"Looks like the Watcher's Palace has indeed been completely breached... White Snake! You're the most meritorious this time! Once we return... White Snake?"
"Lord Red King..."
Hearing the red shadow's puzzled inquiry, White Snake forced himself upright from the chair with a strangely complex expression, asking:
"Before explaining our situation to you, would you mind answering one question for me... are you your yesterday self or your today self?"
"???"
Am I my yesterday self or today self? What nonsensical question is that?
Even the magpie, also a Column God, couldn't identify the gods' "authenticity" initially, let alone the Red King, communicating from unfathomable distances without his corporeal presence in the current world.
After taking a puzzled look at the Slaughter King Association gods, Red King frowned slightly, then announced:
"We'll discuss yesterday and today later; I'm here to inform you of one thing... White Snake, the task I promised you yesterday couldn't be completed. The demons in the Abyss Hundred Prisons refused to trade with you."
"Ah?"
With no corresponding memory, White Snake blinked in slight confusion, then struggled upright, eyes questioning as he asked:
"What trade?"
"???"
You seem like you've lost your memory and what about the others? What are you all doing?
Standing in the center of the long table, looking around at the haphazardly seated True Gods who seemed to have just undergone chaos, Red King couldn't help but explain with evident confusion:
"I'm referring to the trade mission mentioned yesterday. The demons in the Abyss Hundred Prisons prefer to break into Heavenly Mountain, so the Food God in the clearing mechanism is still up to you to block... though the time can be shortened slightly."
"?!!!"
Seeing the gods shiver in unison at his words then look back with indescribable gazes, Red King could only tentatively offer,
"If it's truly impossible, I won't demand a long block; just keep the Food God trapped in the current world for a month."
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"Or depending on the situation, it could be a bit shorter... but definitely not less than three weeks!"
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"Perhaps two and a half weeks could... huh? You're all... crying? Crying?!!"
乂(ﾟДﾟ三ﾟДﾟ)乂?!?!
