I! Cleaner! Chapter 927 858: I Really Want to Refuse, But He's Offering

So close... My obsession was almost shattered.

After being repeatedly pumled and prodded by the incarnated hind deer, leaving over a dozen hoof prints on my body, the third-generation director, whose obsession was nearly collapsing, managed to barely recover, sitting on his own grave and gasping for breath in fright.

The primary reason I can let my will and mory transcend death, continuing to "live" till now, is my obsession with becoming the greatest Forge Master in history.

And once the master-apprentice relationship with that creature is exposed, with its blasphemous smithing abilities, my reputation will inevitably be ruined, the thousands of years of goodwill accumulated will be lost overnight, and I will be recorded in history as the "Sha of Forging" under the contemptuous gaze of all Forge Masters...

How is that different from being dead?

Moreover, what's more damning is that the "Mind Thought School" of smithing I created, although it hasn't beco a must-learn school of Taurus secret techniques due to the scarcity of learnable individuals, its effectiveness and theory are still acknowledged.

Even though others might not be able to influence Anomaly Forge with their own thoughts because of the high difficulty and nurous constraints, they wouldn't think the "Mind Thought School" has problems, and so might even try it themselves.

However, after that creature successfully got in within a few minutes and then ruined every creation, even using True God level materials to boil a pot of trash, the entire Mind Thought School will likely be buried with !

I should have cleaned up the house from the start!

Hamring his own tombstone with regret-filled eyes, the third-generation old man nearly killed by a single sentence abruptly stood up, glaring at the incarnated hind deer, gritting his teeth and saying:

"Speak! What do you want to do to him?"

Hmm?

Seeing the change in attitude of the third-generation director after catching his breath, the incarnated hind deer froze for a mont, then asked excitedly:

"You agreed?"

"I... I'll listen first!"

Although he almost lost his life just now, thinking about the cheap smile on a certain red-haired girl's face when she brought that creature, the third-generation old man scratched his thinning hair on his nape, then said with an annoyed look:

"You tell how to do it first! If the plan is too stupid, I won't do it!"

"Not stupid! Definitely not stupid!"

Unexpectedly, due to his one sentence, things took a magical turn, the overjoyed incarnated hind deer dug its hooves twice, eagerly revealing the plan:

"The Food God recently acquired a batch... of materials, but the Taurus director hasn't healed from her injury received at Watcher's Palace. She definitely can't process those many materials, so when Clearing Bureau cos to the Realm of the Dead for negotiation, they're likely to ask you to assist in forging.

And on my side, I've already contacted a few 'friends,' if the Food God follows along, we'll jointly attack, smash the Sage's Cetery and drag half away, pushing the Food God down the Cliff of the End, letting him completely return to the world!"

So, in simple terms, it's still an ambush?

Upon hearing the plan from the incarnated hind deer, the third-generation old man couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Tsk... You in the Realm of the Dead are really sothing. Back when I was alive, you loved doing these shady things, and after all these years, it hasn't changed a bit.

"Are you sure this crappy plan will work?"

Glancing sideways at the incarnated hind deer, the square-headed old man said with a face full of disbelief:

"My relationship with this generation's Taurus is not great. Unless encountering sothing unmanageable, she definitely wouldn't co to . Your plan sounds unreliable!"

"She will definitely co because those... materials, her current state is really unable to handle them."

"Heh, then I can only say you don't understand Secret Smithing Techniques at all."

The third-generation director sneered dismissively and said.

"Today I'll teach you a lesson: though the top secret technique among the thirteen of the Clearing Bureau is the Destruction Secret Technique of the Aries Palace—for its ability to destroy almost any anomaly, even temporarily shatter the truth of Column Gods—when it cos to maximum limits and value, the second-ranked Taurus secret technique is paramount.

As long as the user's faith is powerful enough, even a limbless cripple with a leaky iron pot can knead a sa-level True God into materials at will, like when I dealt with you back in the day, almost without using anomalies, just treated you as smithing material and mold finished.

While this generation's Taurus director hasn't learned the secret techniques well, she has enough will to ascend to the Watcher's Palace; facing True Gods without ability to resist upon capture, she could easily handle ten or eight even if heavily injured, as long as she could lift her eyelids to look, kneading True Gods would be absolutely feasible!"

"..."

"Got it? If you understand, then get lost!"

Seeing the incarnated hind deer in front of him fall into silence, the third-generation director lay back in his coffin, waving disdainfully:

"This ti, it's not that I don't want to help you, but your plan is too bad, with no chance of success from the start, so don't bother ; hurry up and..."

"Forty."

"Hmm? Forty what?"

"Forty True Gods..."

With extre difficulty, he spat out this number, and with the stupefied look of the third-generation old man, the incarnated hind deer stomped its hoof, its expression showing three parts anger and seven parts fear, whispered an explanation:

"The Food God... he set a trap in Witch Kingdom, killing forty of our mbers at once; though later he returned the souls of fifteen, he... but captured Lord Narration of Nonexistence too, so Taurus surely can't handle it and will co to Sage's Cetery to find you."

"..."

"..."

"Narration of Nonexistence?!?!"

Suddenly sitting up from the coffin, the third-generation old man twisted his neck with a click, eyes full of shock, and pursued:

"The storyteller? You... That kid killed forty of your Slaughter King Association mbers, capturing twenty-five with body and soul, even capturing a Column God alive? Just him? You... are you all incompetent now?"

"..."

"Damn bastard... Ambush! Ambush! We fell into an ambush! Are you blind, deaf, can't hear the word trap?"

Choked hard by "incompetence" from the third-generation old man, after stomping another blue stone tablet with his hoof, the incarnated hind deer angrily said:

"In any case, this generation's Taurus will definitely bring materials to find you, and the Food God might accompany. At that ti, as long as you help us cover, giving us a chance to kill the Food God, we will seat you in the God of Forging's position! Iron Badger! Speak up and agree or not!"

"..."

Agree or disagree? Is there even a choice?

Confronted by the shout of the incarnated hind deer, the third-generation old man hesitated for a mont, then took out a large iron pot with a leaky bottom, smashed it with a bang, then with bristled brows imdiately roared cursing!

"Get lost! Get outta my sight! Who the hell do you think you are, daring to ambush my disciple?"