I, The Janitor! Chapter 304: I'm Not Skilled in Combat - Novel Cool

Chapter 304: I'm Not Skilled in Combat

Chapter 304: I'm Not Skilled in Combat

"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"

Lyon shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with a dazed expression as if he had just witnessed something surreal. He watched the old hen, held by Tom, pecking excitedly at the "worm" and then glanced up at the giant rooster beak that had torn through the clouds and forced the Snake Bishop to retreat.

What the hell was going on here?

"This is the chicken I bought earlier outside. It's from the stall where the Merfolk and the manor were sold.

In the miniature manor he sold, there's a small chicken coop behind the kitchen, housing several dozen laying hens. They're perfect for dealing with these followers of the Snake Spirit. So, I decided to use them."

Tom glanced at Lyon, whose soul and body seemed slightly separated, still not completely free from the Snake Spirit Shrine. The lazy youth explained, "That Snake Spirit Shrine is actually a snake egg. The narrow passage we entered before reaching the shrine is equivalent to passing through its birth canal, undergoing a simple incubation. So, our souls are temporarily 'hatched' into snakes.

As for the effect of the snake egg shrine, it's roughly like magnifying our souls while extremely shrinking our bodies. Then, it swaps the positions of our souls and bodies, turning us from humans with snake souls into snakes with human souls."

"..."

"Didn't get it?"

Tom paused, considering Lyon's still-dazed expression. He then offered an analogy, "It's like the difference between an infant and an adult. Adults perceive the world primarily through their physical eyes, then they think and understand, prioritizing the body over the soul. For an unborn infant, the body doesn't truly exist yet, so it's the soul that comes first.

When we entered the snake egg shrine, it's as if we became unborn baby snakes, with the body taking precedence over the soul. The priority between body and soul is reversed, making us equivalent to snakes with human souls."

The lazy youth paused briefly, then took out a half-bag of unused salt and waved it in front of Lyon. "Remember? Before I entered, I performed three sets of rituals. The second set, made of five metals, was used to steal money from the Cat Spirit. The first set, made of mercury, sulfur, and salt, was for controlling the soul and body.

These three materials represent the soul, body, and the bridge between them. They can resist the effect of the snake egg shrine. As long as I lock in the right proportions, we won't be affected by the shrine."

"..."

Tom continued his explanation, "This way, although I can't directly interfere with the situation inside the ritual, our bodies won't be infinitely shrunk. But since their bodies are suppressed by the shrine, sending in a chicken is enough to take care of that Bishop.

The only tricky part is the three-headed snake crown bestowed by the Snake Spirit. But while you attract its attention head-on, I managed to summon three Holy Spirits that feed on snakes. I used some materials to simulate their emblems and forcibly disassembled the snake crown.

Without the protective snake crown, the Bishop's body was suppressed to the limit by the shrine, and with their soul strength suppressed by me, they became unable to even defeat a chicken..."

"..."

I think I understand... right?

Hearing this, Leon couldn't help but feel a little confused, and he nodded stiffly. "Tom, these... um... rituals, is this your main way of... doing things?"

"More or less," the lazy youth, Tom, nodded in agreement. But then he shook his head, "Actually, it's more like my way of 'doing things' rather than a combat style. I don't really sees me as a fighter. My core Anomaly is quite unique, allowing me to connect more intimately with the world and enhancing the effects of these mystical rituals. But it offers almost no direct offensive or defensive abilities."

"So, in an encounter battle, Emma could easily take down ten thousand of me. But in a situation where she's in the open and I'm hidden, she probably won't have the chance to see me."

Leon now understood that Tom's methods were indeed peculiar.

...

After mentally categorizing the lazy youth, Leon couldn't help but ask curiously, "Tom, before entering the Assembly Hall, you prepared three rituals. What's the third ritual for? To deal with that Serpent Spirit?"

"Not exactly," Tom shook his head. "The Serpent Spirit is manageable. As long as you can step up and become the Bishop, successfully luring it back, I think I can take it down easily. But... um... hold on!"

Tom glanced at the Poison Ball Python being crushed under the Old Hen's feet, then said urgently, "He's almost done for. You, go around from the chicken's rear and be ready to coil around the Serpent Idol, taking over as the Bishop performing the ritual. I'll help disguise you... Hurry, hurry! It's almost too late!"

"Alright!"

Glancing at the "Chicken-Serpent Battle," Leon saw it was almost over. Ignoring his curiosity, he quickly followed Tom's instructions, moving around from the chicken's rear and climbing the hundred-meter-tall Black and White Altar. He coiled around the Serpent Idol's tail.

"Sizzle..."

Accompanied by a sound like meat sizzling on a hot iron plate, Leon, now a little red snake, winced in pain.

This altar seemed to have some kind of restriction. For Leon, who was not yet a Bishop, each step felt like rolling on a mountain of knives. The pain went from his flesh to the depths of his soul. When he made contact with the Serpent Idol, he felt like his soul was about to leave his body.

But soon, things changed.

As the Old Hen pecked a deep pit over ten meters, clucking happily, and carried the defenseless Poison Ball Python into the sky, the Serpent Idol, which had been trying to resist Leon's touch, suddenly became friendly and allowed him to coil around its tail.

And as the coiling action was completed, it was as if a mysterious ritual had been performed. Leon's consciousness blurred slightly, and he suddenly connected to an immense soul.

Hmm? My Bishop? The Serpent Spirit, perched on the outskirts of the Emerald Jungle, turned its head curiously and looked at the blurry little snake on its tail. With a solemn expression, it asked, "Aren't you supposed to be conducting the ritual? Why did you come to me?"

(End of Chapter)

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