I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1234 - 1120: Analysis and Persuasion to Surrender (Part 2)

They have currently only explored the 'current world' part of the Netherworld, uncovering some decently preserved ruins, but there are still many other places they haven't searched..."

"Then don't search for now."

After pondering for a moment, Leon bent down to pry at the base of a reef stone and instructed:

"Tell them to prioritize finding the settlements of ordinary beings in the Sea Abyss Realm, to uncover as many ruins as possible before the life in this world faced extinction. For the rest, they just need to understand the situation; their main task is to map the terrain."

"Uh?"

The Scorpio director was taken aback upon hearing this.

"What does mapping the terrain mean? Confirming the environment? Surveying the topography?"

"Um... something like that. Just tell them that!"

Waving his hand to signal the Scorpio director not to question further, Leon grasped onto two handholds beside the reef's base and yanked the entire base up from the ground, stuffing it entirely into the Mirror World.

And it didn't stop there. Under the puzzled gaze of the Scorpio director, Leon, driven by an inexplicable impulse, began dismantling the shell structures surrounding the ruins, even prying up the faded pearls on the road and taking them all away.

Then he returned to the outer ring of the island, uprooting the slightly tilted "monument" and, along with a nearby pile of skeletal remains, tossed them all into the Mirror World.

"Zzz..."

[You have seized a slight remnant of the Source Power from the Sea Abyss Realm, enhancing your understanding of it...]

[You are gradually comprehending the ocean...]

I knew it would be useful!

Upon hearing the familiar noise in his ears, Leon exhaled slightly in relief and opened the badge panel to look at the constantly flickering [Materialism] badge.

[Materialist Soul (Crimson): As a staunch believer...material is the foundation of objective existence...incomprehensible matters stem from one's insufficient and deep understanding of the world...]

[Wearing effect: ...]

[Advancement Path: Reached...unable to continue advancing]

[Hidden Trait: Each time your understanding of a core rule of a world reaches a certain degree, you'll gain the ability to modify it to a corresponding extent.

Current Analysis Progress (arranged by degree of understanding): Realm of the Dead (49.9%), Abyss (44.5%), Heavenly Mountain (41.1%), Current World (31%), Sea Abyss Realm (17.4%)... Old Soil (0.9%), Star Realm (0.1%)]

"Zzz..."

[The subordinates you've dispatched are exploring the Sea Abyss Realm. After receiving feedback from this exploration, your analysis progress of the Sea Abyss Realm will improve]

[Warning: Due to the severe loss of Source Power in the Sea Abyss Realm, you will be unable to directly modify it. If you force a modification, all costs will be borne by yourself]

What a pity...

Faced with the warning in front of him, a trace of disappointment flickered in Leon's eyes.

If he could, like with the Realm of the Dead, complete the lost rules of the Sea Abyss Realm through the modification effect of [Materialism], he might actually be able to persuade Evangelin without bloodshed.

Unfortunately, the ability of [Materialism] to modify the current world seems inherently a forced invocation of "Source Power," allowing him to utilize a portion of source power through understanding of a specific world.

But since the source power of the Sea Abyss Realm has been seized by someone else, the modification effect of [Materialism] is ineffective. The last potential peaceful solution has been blocked...

So sorry!

Grabbing the Scorpio director and ascending slightly, Leon looked down at the island dug up in craters, resembling one struck by a meteor shower, and sighed lightly.

I respect your resolve in sacrificing yourself to protect the Sea Abyss Realm, but I also have my own things I wish to protect. Since you've chosen to act against the current world, you can't blame me for hitting hard!

...

"I don't want to resort to force. You guys should just surrender."

Controlling the surface of the Central Sea to spiral into a funnel, creating a terrifying vortex with a diameter of over a hundred kilometers, tightly holding onto the giant meteorites struggling above, the mermaid woman rode a wave high into the sky, addressing clear across to the headquarters of the Department of Cleanup being dragged:

"I bear no malice towards your Department of Cleanup. As long as you give me what I want, I will immediately withdraw and let you go."

"..."

"Lord Taurus, I've never used particularly aggressive means against humans. Isn't this enough to show my sincerity?"

"..."

"Can't we really discuss this?"

"..."

As expected from the Department of Cleanup where Leon stemmed from. These people, although not very strong, each wield various chaotic tactics, stubbornly hanging on without coming out; truly troublesome...

Seeing that her threats and temptations, as well as friendly overtures, yielded no response from the Department of Cleanup, the mermaid woman blinked with some helplessness, increased the vortex's intensity, attempting to drag the headquarters of the Department of Cleanup directly into the sea.

Yet, whatever means were used inside, the giant meteorite shaped like an olive pit with tapered ends, appeared only over a thousand meters above the sea level but in constant high-speed descent, seemingly on the verge of crashing into the sea at any moment.

However, that mere thousand meters seemed like thousands upon thousands of kilometers. From when the Department of Cleanup headquarters was caught until now, it has been descending for more than a week yet has barely fallen a few dozen meters.

What made it more nerve-wracking was every day at noon, under the strongest sunlight, one end of this "olive" headquarters of the Department of Cleanup aligns with the sun, absorbing a second of the entire current world's sunlight, unleashing a terrifying sundial that can almost dry up the entire Central Sea.

Confronting this pure "quality" and "quantity" attack unrelated to status or authority, even a being with source power like her struggled to withstand. Although the directors of the Department of Cleanup are not her match, continuing this is unsustainable.

At this rate, it felt like they could hold on for more than half a year, or even until her remaining source power was exhausted, without subduing the headquarters of the Department of Cleanup. A different approach was necessary.

Glancing at her severely burnt hands, the mermaid woman pondered for a moment, then shouted to the sky:

"Lord Taurus, over the past month, your Department of Cleanup tried to forcibly exile me to the Star Realm, intended to evaporate the sea bypassing me, used strange clocks to speed up my time, attempted to drag my spirit into the Dream Realm to bury it forcibly, and sent people to erase my memories with chaotic tunes...

Besides these troublesome methods, there were also countless curses, assaults, expulsions, and poisoning. You must have tried all possible methods you had against me by now, haven't you? Still not giving up?"

"..."

"Even though you've employed such extreme measures against me, I haven't completely eradicated your members. Instead, I've destroyed those so-called anomalies and allowed their souls to enter the Realm of the Dead. Isn't that enough to demonstrate my sincerity?

Now being held by the ocean's whirl can't possibly escape. Continuing to resist only wastes time. As long as you hand over all the True Gods you captured before, I promise not to harm you and let you go immediately, how about it?"

"..."

This is all because of you...

Looking at the Department of Cleanup headquarters, steadfast in refused communication and reluctance to cooperate, the mermaid woman shook her head helplessly, reached out with her hand clad in the color of Source Power, fumbled through the void, and seemed to grab hold of something with a straining expression before giving a fierce tug.

"Boom!"

With a soul-shaking rumble, the gateway to the Realm of the Dead unexpectedly burst open in the current world, having been reformed by Leon into the Ghost Gate, forcibly expanded dozens of times.

In the midst of countless frightened wails from the deceased, the forcibly torn open gate of the Realm of the Dead, like a gigantic beast wide open maw, encased the struggling meteorites in the sky.

Subsequently, restricted by the rules of the Realm of the Dead, nearly a thousand half-transparent souls struggling incessantly, as if sieved out like fish fry through a net, were sifted directly from the headquarters of the Department of Cleanup, plummeting quickly into the depths of the Realm of the Dead.