They have currently only explored the 'current world' part of the Netherworld, uncovering so decently preserved ruins, but there are still many other places they haven't searched..."
"Then don't search for now."
After pondering for a mont, Leon bent down to pry at the base of a reef stone and instructed:
"Tell them to prioritize finding the settlents 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 an? Confirming the environnt? Surveying the topography?"
"Um... sothing 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 "monunt" 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: ...]
[Advancent Path: Reached...unable to continue advancing]
[Hidden Trait: Each ti 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 disappointnt 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 soone 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 teor 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 bla 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 diater of over a hundred kiloters, tightly holding onto the giant teorites struggling above, the rmaid woman rode a wave high into the sky, addressing clear across to the headquarters of the Departnt of Cleanup being dragged:
"I bear no malice towards your Departnt of Cleanup. As long as you give what I want, I will imdiately withdraw and let you go."
"..."
"Lord Taurus, I've never used particularly aggressive ans against humans. Isn't this enough to show my sincerity?"
"..."
"Can't we really discuss this?"
"..."
As expected from the Departnt of Cleanup where Leon stemd from. These people, although not very strong, each wield various chaotic tactics, stubbornly hanging on without coming out; truly troubleso...
Seeing that her threats and temptations, as well as friendly overtures, yielded no response from the Departnt of Cleanup, the rmaid woman blinked with so helplessness, increased the vortex's intensity, attempting to drag the headquarters of the Departnt of Cleanup directly into the sea.
Yet, whatever ans were used inside, the giant teorite shaped like an olive pit with tapered ends, appeared only over a thousand ters above the sea level but in constant high-speed descent, seemingly on the verge of crashing into the sea at any mont.
However, that re thousand ters seed like thousands upon thousands of kiloters. From when the Departnt of Cleanup headquarters was caught until now, it has been descending for more than a week yet has barely fallen a few dozen ters.
What made it more nerve-wracking was every day at noon, under the strongest sunlight, one end of this "olive" headquarters of the Departnt 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 Departnt 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 Departnt of Cleanup. A different approach was necessary.
Glancing at her severely burnt hands, the rmaid woman pondered for a mont, then shouted to the sky:
"Lord Taurus, over the past month, your Departnt of Cleanup tried to forcibly exile to the Star Realm, intended to evaporate the sea bypassing , used strange clocks to speed up my ti, attempted to drag my spirit into the Dream Realm to bury it forcibly, and sent people to erase my mories with chaotic tunes...
Besides these troubleso thods, there were also countless curses, assaults, expulsions, and poisoning. You must have tried all possible thods you had against by now, haven't you? Still not giving up?"
"..."
"Even though you've employed such extre asures against , I haven't completely eradicated your mbers. 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 ti. As long as you hand over all the True Gods you captured before, I promise not to harm you and let you go imdiately, how about it?"
"..."
This is all because of you...
Looking at the Departnt of Cleanup headquarters, steadfast in refused communication and reluctance to cooperate, the rmaid woman shook her head helplessly, reached out with her hand clad in the color of Source Power, fumbled through the void, and seed to grab hold of sothing 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 reford by Leon into the Ghost Gate, forcibly expanded dozens of tis.
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 teorites 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 Departnt of Cleanup, plumting quickly into the depths of the Realm of the Dead.
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