I! Cleaner!-Chapter 453 - 391: The Director Takes Action

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Didn’t you just say my courage was commendable, that you highly appreciated me and hoped I’d join the Scorpio Branch? And now, just a few minutes later, you suddenly change your tune and tell me to get lost before throwing my life away in vain?

"Thank you for your kindness..."

After a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Leon clenched the centaur bow insignia in his palm and replied with a strained face:

"But let’s forget about it. Since I’m taking a salary from the Clean-up Bureau, I should do its work, and besides, I also want to contribute to the Kingdom..."

"Forget it!"

Upon hearing Leon’s words, the tall, skinny man sneered and extended his hand forward again.

"How much salary can a level three Cleaner offer you? Is it worth risking your life to pay it back?

And contributing to the Kingdom? Are you kidding me? Has the Kingdom been good to you? Had you not joined the Clean-up Bureau, you’d probably have lost everything to ruin, and is such a Kingdom worth your effort?"

"The Kingdom might not be worth it, but the people striving to live within it are."

Looking at the hand persistently extended by the tall skinny man, Leon squinted slightly, then asked expressionlessly:

"Additionally... how do you know about my past?"

"Of course, I investigated it."

The director of the Scorpio Branch frowned as he heard this and then said with a bit of impatience:

"I told you, I’m very optimistic about your potential, preparing to pull you into the Scorpio Branch, so naturally, I had to investigate you... hurry up, don’t waste my time, the Demonic Soul Abyss is about to overlap with reality!"

"..."

"Alright, here you go..."

After taking a look at the ’director of the Scorpio Branch’ in front of him, Leon squinted his eyes slightly, then reached out to suppress the red hair wrapped around his shoulder, however...

"Crack!"

Amid the sound of dislocated and broken bones, a rough-jointed hand reached from behind and clasped onto the neck of the ’director of the Scorpio Branch,’ twisting it fiercely like breaking a celery stalk, directly curving the tall, slender man’s neck to a 90-degree angle.

Subsequently, the corpse of the tall, slender man trembled slightly, and a hysterical, frenzied scream erupted from his chest and abdomen.

But before the ’director of the Scorpio Branch’ could finish screaming, the hand that had broken his neck plunged into his chest again, dragging out a writhing and screaming black little creature, and cruelly crushed it with force, instantly annihilating it on the spot!

"You really are useless!"

With a voice full of mockery, the world in front of Leon twisted slightly, and the familiar scene resurfaced.

A tall, skinny middle-aged man, holding a large suitcase in his right hand, silently appeared before Leon once again.

But this time, the sun, which had been hovering on the horizon, had disappeared without him noticing, and the people waiting in the dock’s waiting area were cluttered all over the place, having fallen asleep, leaving only Leon and the other person standing.

And the dust-laden, tall, skinny man in front of Leon had lost the smile and appreciation he showed earlier, his face, with prominent cheekbones, full of contempt and disdain.

"You’re a Cleaner, yet you got tangled up with such fragmented nightmares that slipped through? If I had been a bit later, you might have actually handed over your hair... How on earth did you survive before Aquarius?" fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

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Alright, this feels right now.

Watching the tall, skinny man in front of him arrogantly tilt his head, Leon couldn’t help but slowly exhale.

Back at headquarters, although this guy extended an olive branch to him, it was more about pleasing the Director rather than valuing his abilities, and appreciation was absolutely out of the question.

Moreover, he had even retaliated against him, forcing him to admit having interactions with the Aquarius Director in front of the whole Clean-up Bureau, which had embarrassed him, so it would be strange if he spoke kindly to him.

"Mr. Edward."

Leon found the pocket watch he had handed over in the nightmare from his pocket and, with a strained face, said:

"You’re late, twenty-eight minutes later than planned, the Demonic Soul Abyss has already begun to descend!"

"Haha, the fact that I came to save you guys already gives the Taurus Pavilion enough face, and it hasn’t started yet, right? Also... your watch is terribly set!"

Taking the pocket watch Leon handed over, the skinny man’s little finger turned the winding stem forward by a third of a notch in disdain, before hanging it in the buttonhole on his lapel.

"Alright, let’s go! The timing is just right...

By the way, I don’t have time to babysit you, you better stay awake at all times, or just get out of my way! I don’t want to be stabbed in the back mid-fight!"

Shaking off the viscous black liquid on his hand from breaking the nightmare earlier, the skinny man’s right eyeball turned from black to white, swept over Leon again, sneered disdainfully, then tossed the suitcase in his hand to the ground and gave it a hard kick.

"Click!"

Accompanied by the sound of mechanisms and springs releasing, a thorn-wrapped pale puppet crawled out of the opened suitcase, its hollow eyes staring fixedly at Leon.

Meanwhile, a shade deeper than the night quietly slipped into reality from the night’s curtain after the sun had left.

Then, the position originally occupied by the Milky Way in the sky was taken over by countless black and red speckled stars, and an expansive river formed from innumerable fragmented nightmares followed the original trajectory of the Milky Way, suddenly pouring toward the capital city that had fallen deeply asleep.

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It has begun.

Staring at the nightmare river pouring down from the sky, Leon couldn’t help but take a deep breath, and then squint his eyes in advance.

"Boom!"

At the moment the two worlds were about to come into full contact, a blaze of sunlight—not entirely full—pierced through the sky, momentarily holding back the descent of another world, torching away the nightmares almost covering the whole sky.

But after sustaining only three seconds of brilliance, the sun—unrightfully appearing at night—dimmed away in the emulsion of the dreamy realm’s shroud.

The inky waters of the Nightmare River flowed again, mingling endless dream fragments, merging with the capital city’s equally black night sky, and rushing towards the countless sleeping beings below.

The headquarter’s support ended; next, it’s up to the Director to act...

After the sun that stayed for only three seconds disappeared, Leon—his eyes watering from the glare—stared intently, watching a familiar figure unhesitatingly plunge into the overwhelming dreamy world from the enormous void scorched by the sun overhead.

Soon, a surge of scarlet unfolded within the enveloping dream below.

Tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand... in less than five seconds, billions of soft and vivid red hairs directly spread a sharp world filled with the scent of blood between the nightmare-ridden night sky and the sleeping reality.

Born from shadows, in gray robes, wielders of rusted scythes—the reapers, the raving phantoms in tattered prison garments, black steeds trampling on flames... millions of Dream Realm Creatures surged along the nightmare-infested black river, attempting to invade reality and feast heartily.

Yet passing through that thin yet razor-sharp scarlet world, like tender tofu caught in iron wires, everything got instantly sliced and diced into countless nail-sized red fragments.

Even terrifying creatures towering as tall as giant mountains had no power to resist under the fully spread [Slaughter Blood Hair], instantly getting shredded, laying a horrifying crimson rain curtain over the slumbering capital city.

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