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Chapter 855: I Don't Want to Live Anymore
Chapter 855: I Don't Want to Live Anymore
It's just that my secret arts are a little lacking... But my secret arts are not inferior at all!
Upon hearing Taurus Director's heartfelt evaluation, Lyon couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
I was selected by the Five Palaces, and my secret art talent was recognized by the Star Palace. The Crab Palace and the Pisces Palace all begged me to join them, right? It's just that I don't quite understand the Taurus Palace's forging secret arts.
Besides, if I don't understand the Taurus secret arts, it's not necessarily my fault. What if the third-generation old man taught it poorly, and his pure idealistic forging theory misled me?
...
"Achoo!!!"
Accompanied by the deafening sneeze, the thirty-eighth grave from the left under the old pagoda tree on the east side of the Sage's Graveyard stirred, followed by the sound of wood cracking. A male leg, covered in black hair, suddenly kicked out of the grave mound.
Damn, that was too much force!
He pinched his nose bridge, blew out the dirt and mold from his nostrils, and then pulled his leg out of his coffin. He climbed out of the grave mound, holding onto his tombstone, and glared at the tall moose standing on top of his grave.
"Get lost!"
"..."
That damn old bastard!
Looking at the third-generation director who couldn't even be bothered with formalities, the incarnated doe couldn't help but dig her hoof into the ground. On the hard bluestone floor of the Sage's Graveyard, she dug out a large crescent-shaped hoofprint.
"Iron Badger!"
Although she wanted to kick the old man in front of her to death, the incarnated doe eventually suppressed the anger in her heart after considering the terrifying news she had heard from Magpie, which could be considered destructive. She took a deep breath and spoke in as calm a tone as possible:
"I didn't come here to force you to fulfill your duties, but to make a deal with you."
"Hehe, what can I possibly trade with you?"
Upon hearing this, the old man with the square skull chuckled, then sat on his tombstone, crossed his legs, picked his nose, and said disdainfully:
"I'm just a little obsession left by the third-generation director of the Purification Bureau. My biggest purpose right now is to not die yet, and that is to reach the pinnacle of Taurus secret arts and become the most outstanding extraordinary forging master in history! As for you little trash who hide and cower, apart from providing me with something to keep me alive and continue my secret art research, what else can you offer me? Hmm?"
"..."
This damn old dog!!!
Facing the square-skulled old man's shameless insults and seeing his expression as if he had stepped on dog poop, the incarnated doe's already limited patience instantly turned red, and she almost broke her composure right there.
Taking several deep breaths, and after kicking apart several gravestones, the incarnated doe, surrounded by thick fog, blew out two streams of hot vapor from her nostrils. She then spoke in a subdued voice:
"We've always known what you want, so we came to you with an offer you can't refuse... Do you want to become a true god?"
"???"
Hearing the incarnated doe's question, the third-generation director sitting on the tombstone was slightly taken aback. He took his finger out of his nose and asked in surprise:
"Are you willing to let me enter the Source Deity Platform and become a true god by inscribing a power there?"
"Yes."
The tall doe in the midst of the pale, dense fog nodded, her voice cold and indifferent:
"In addition to letting you become a true god and not relying on our power to survive, we can also vacate the current position of the Forge Deity and help you obtain the power of forging and refining, taking your secret arts to the next level!"
"..."
Let me become a true god? Has this stupid roe deer gone mad?
The square-skulled old man remained silent for a moment, then flicked off the moldy snot from his hand and narrowed his eyes, asking:
"If I remember correctly, the current Forge Deity seems to be an official member of the Butcher King Society, right?
"Do you think he'll agree to that condition?"
"He..."
The Incarnated Doe fell silent for a moment, then slightly tilted her head and replied, "You don't need to worry about that. Whether he agrees or not, we can still make you the new Forge Deity."
Hmm? Something's not right!
Through the hazy, pale water vapor, the Third Generation Chief scrutinized the slightly odd expression on the Incarnated Doe's face, then smiled slightly with a hint of malice.
"So, the Forge Deity and you had a falling out?"
"No..."
"Then was it the Purification Bureau that caught him?"
"..."
It seems he really was caught.
Looking at the silent Incarnated Doe before him, the old man with the square head couldn't help but chuckle. In his heart, he gave a thumbs up to the new generation of cleaners.
The Forge Deity possessed six or seven powers, making him one of the most formidable non-pillar deities. With his chaotic divine creations, the difficulty of fighting him was no less than that of facing a pillar deity.
The old man had thought that the sixth generation and beyond cleaners were mostly useless, nurtured by the Vigilant Palace. He believed that without the blessings of the Star Palace and the suppression of the Vigilant Palace, they wouldn't be able to accomplish much. But it seemed there were still some capable ones among them.
"Alright, I admit your condition is interesting. I don't care much about becoming a true deity, but I am quite interested in the power of forging."
After admitting his interest, the cheerful Third Generation Chief crossed his legs again and smiled, nodding at the Incarnated Doe.
"Go on, with such a good condition, what do you want me to do?"
"We want to deal with the God of Food... that cleaner named Leon. We want to get rid of him. We can make you the new Forge Deity."
"What did he do to you?"
As the Third Generation Chief mostly stayed in his tomb and rarely ventured out, he was unaware of the notorious reputation of the God of Food. Hearing that the Butcher King Society was willing to let him become a deity just to eliminate Leon, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did he ruin your plans? Or did he capture your members? Is it because he captured the Forge Deity?"
"..."
"Did he do all three of these things?"
"..."
"Hmm? Or even more?"
"Iron Badger!"
Seeing the old man's eyes light up with excitement, as if he had heard some juicy gossip, the Incarnated Doe couldn't help but shout angrily, "I don't have time to chat with you! Will you agree or not?"
"Look at you, why are you getting so worked up?"
Seeing the Incarnated Doe's fierce expression, the Third Generation Chief, who usually lived a boring life, couldn't help but cross his legs and smile as he teased, "I need to understand the situation first and find out what's going on before I can decide whether to agree or not. Besides, it's strange that you came to me. That boy just passed by my place, and we don't have much of a relationship. Even if I help you set a trap, he might not fall for it."
"Hehe, stop pretending!"
After hearing the Third Generation Chief's words, the Incarnated Doe couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Her eyes darkened as she shouted, "I already found out from the Purification Bureau that you're the teacher of the God of Food! His anomalous forging secret technique was taught by you! His current situation is definitely related to you, you bastard... Hmm?
Why are you lying down? Iron Badger? Wake up! How did your obsession fade away? Get up!"
(End of Chapter)
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