I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1236 - 1121: Resistance and Classic Threats (2)

"Let go!"

"I'm afraid not."

The unique radiance of the color of origin flashed by once again. As a certain "past" mermaid beauty changed her movements, she reached out and gently caressed Capricorn Director's back. Instantly, the clock-like patterns all over Capricorn Director's body began to reverse, then shattered with a loud crash, sending him back to his original position.

The mermaid beauty, stripped of her abnormal form, restored to normal time, then grabbed the clock pattern she had taken from Capricorn Director's back and forcefully twisted it in a counterclockwise direction.

This is... I've become younger?!

Seeing his skin suddenly become smooth and feeling the long-lost youth and vitality within him, Capricorn Director barely had time to be surprised before noticing that the mermaid beauty's fingers were once again tweaking the clock pattern in a counterclockwise direction.

Crack!

With the mermaid beauty's burn-scarred, fair fingertips gently nudging, Capricorn Director's astonishment turned to confusion, swiftly regressing to innocence and naivety. His nearly six-foot-three tall stature immediately shrank to just an arm's length.

His sturdy skeleton became frail, his tightly packed muscles reverted to plump, and his spotted, sallow skin became smooth and snow-white… After watching the strange scenes around him with his glossy black eyes for a while, the regressed baby Capricorn Director puckered his small mouth and wailed out loud.

You too.

Raising her hand, she summoned the fallen clothes of Capricorn Director and placed them between Taurus Director's arms. The mermaid beauty leaned over and put the infantile Capricorn Director in place, then gently pushed, sending both toward the direction of the Realm of the Dead, watching them drift deeper into its depths.

This time, there shouldn't be any problems.

After waiting quietly outside the headquarters of the Clearing Bureau for a while, confirming that no one else would come out to attack her, the relieved mermaid beauty pressed her hand against the meteorite's outer wall, slowly "merging" into it, and then walked all the way to the core of the headquarters.

However, as she followed the waves of authority through the empty Clearing Bureau headquarters, arriving at the hollowed-out spherical plaza at the meteorite's center, her eyes widened in surprise.

The True Gods previously captured from the Source God Platform by Leon had not been killed but were bound together in groups of two or three. Their essences intertwined, exuding a strange, inseparable feeling.

After carefully discerning the powers of these True Gods, the mermaid beauty's lips parted and closed twice, followed by a trace of annoyance on her face.

They really went all out… I underestimated them. These Clearing Bureau people are not ordinarily ruthless...

Clinging to her last hope, she checked each True God's powers and found not a single one had slipped through the net. The mermaid beauty couldn't help but wiggle her brow.

During the days of confrontation with the Clearing Bureau, the God of Fertility and God of Desolation, the God of Medicine and God of Epidemic, the God of Sudden Rain and God of Drought… These True Gods with opposing powers had been methodically entangled together.

If they maintain the current situation, these True Gods will remain intact. However, when using their powers, they will be affected to some extent, leading to a partial weakening, though it won't impact the normal operation of the current world.

But if she forcibly separates them, these conflicting powers will fracture, leaving residues in each other's essence. At that point, what she'll obtain are "blank slate" True Gods with depleted powers, utterly useless for breaking the Origin Mud Plate.

So… although they don't know what I want these True Gods for, they've decided they'd rather die than leave anything behind for me? These past few days, they've fought with massive casualties to delay me, aiming to buy Taurus time to mess with these True Gods' powers?

Recalling the vicious look in Taurus Director's eyes, as he was sent into the Realm of the Dead, reflecting a sentiment of "We may have lost, but you won't win either," the mermaid beauty took a deep breath and then touched the pendant on her ear.

"See! See! What did I say?"

Freed from the gagging waves, the shell-shaped earring spread its jagged edges, taunting gleefully:

"Earlier, I told you to go for the kill directly; you wouldn't listen. Now look:

At the time, I told you, once you seize the world's origin, these people will all be dead anyway. You could've just killed them ahead of time and be done with it, yet you insisted on sparing them... Fine, I won't say anything else! Don't cover my mouth!"

The shell earring, knowing the mermaid beauty was seeking solutions, quickly replied:

"These True Gods have been wasted. You now have only two choices: either kill all these True Gods and wait hundreds or thousands of years for new True Gods with corresponding powers to be born, or head straight into the Realm of the Dead."

"Realm of the Dead?"

Upon hearing these words, the mermaid beauty pondered momentarily and then frowned:

"That anomaly crafted with one pillar god and nearly forty True Gods? A firearm capable of resurrecting the dead directly?"

"Correct."

The shell earring nodded:

"While these True Gods have been 'destroyed', if you make do, some essence can still be squeezed out.