Chapter 88

Dixiya: "This thing isn't heavy, is it?"

Nilu: "Perhaps roses hold some special meaning for this Mr. Yin Zhi?"

Yin Zhi: "Beautiful lady, as radiant as the stars, you speak truly—roses hold profound significance for the Pure Beauty Knights!"

Yan Fei: "This gentleman speaks so beautifully."

March 7th: "That's true—the Pure Beauty Knights all speak with exquisite elegance."

Yin Zhi: "Thank you for your praise, Young Lady."

Yin Zhi: "May your heart today bloom like a rose—vibrant, beautiful!"

In the video.

Stelle began searching for the last trash can NPC.

But after circling several times, she found nothing.

Then, she noticed something unusual inside a trash bin.

Inside the bin lay a strangely peculiar trash bag,

its opening tightly jammed by several fish bones.

Seeing this, Stelle paused briefly, then reached in and pulled out the fish bones.

Boom! A loud crash echoed, and a wisp of blue smoke rose from the bag, twisting in midair before slowly forming into a massive...

trash can...

【Finally—I am free again! I am "Lala Siji," an utterly evil trash can. Tatatolof defeated me with vile means and sealed me inside this deep trash bag.】

【For the first five hundred years, I swore that if any can came to save me, I would grant him boundless wealth. For the second five hundred years, I swore that if any can came to save me, I would grant him endless trash.】

【But ten thousand years passed—twenty full five-hundred-year cycles—and not a single can came to save me! So I swore that if any can came to free me, I would grant him painless death!】

【And now you've come—you must die!!】

This trash can had been imprisoned for ten thousand years,

and clearly its mental state was now severely unstable.

【You're right—but I'm a person, not a trash can!】 Stelle shrugged.

【... You're correct! You are not the savior I expected, so you have not betrayed my hopes. I should thank you. Go now—I will not take your life, and that is all.】

Lala Siji could not refute Stelle's words, so he could only let her leave quickly.

【Why not join me in fighting Tatatolof?】

Though this can seemed mentally unwell, she needed its help as an NPC.

【Ten thousand years of imprisonment have worn down my edges—I am no longer glorious, and I only wish to spend my remaining days as an ordinary trash can. Farewell, stranger.】

This can, heartbroken and defeated, declared it would never emerge again.

Then, before Stelle's eyes, the can departed sadly, leaving only a hunched silhouette.

Zhong Li: "Time truly ages even the mightiest—once a fearsome evil can, now reduced to such a pitiful end."

Fu Ningna: "Ten thousand years of imprisonment is too long—it has dulled its spirit, extinguished all will..."

Fu Ningna: "What a... sorrowful tale."

Wen Di: "Judging by its appearance, it must have been a legendary can in its youth—surely it left behind many stories."

Ying: "Uh... why are you all seriously evaluating a... trash can?!"

March 7th: "This art style feels a bit off..."

Stelle: "Damn it! This trash can didn't even give me anything!! After all the effort I put into freeing it—what a thankless can!"

In the video.

Lala Siji left, insignificant and forgotten.

He left no quest item Stelle wanted.

With no other choice,

she continued searching for her target.

Fortunately, this time the target was easy to find.

Soon, Stelle arrived beside three quarreling trash cans.

【Serious Can: Stranger, here is a dispute awaiting your fair judgment.】

【Beautiful Can: This is the legendary Golden Trash, symbol of power and status. Only the most worthy can may claim it! Yet each of us believes we are that can—hence our endless quarrel.】

【Wise Can: So we've decided to entrust the judgment to an impartial, discerning observer—to settle this long-standing dispute.】

【Serious Can: If you grant me the Golden Trash, I shall bestow upon you boundless wealth—enough to fill the largest can.】

【Wise Can: If you grant me the Golden Trash, I shall grant you boundless wisdom—surpassing any overflowing bag of trash.】

【Beautiful Can: If you grant me the Golden Trash, I shall grant you the most beautiful trash can in existence—myself—to stand beside you, facing wind and rain together.】

The three deranged trash cans spotted Stelle's arrival,

grabbed her instantly,

and demanded she render a fair and reasonable verdict!

【Golden Trash?!】

【Stop arguing!】

【I alone am worthy of it!】

Seeing that the bag glowed with the shimmering gold of legend,

Stelle said nothing—she snatched it into her arms!

The three trash cans dared to covet her Golden Trash? Pure fantasy!

【Wise Can: What?! Has our long-standing dilemma been resolved so suddenly?!】

【Beautiful Bucket: Who really is the most qualified bucket... No! It no longer matters!】

【Serious Bucket: This outsider must be trying to show us how absurd the current conflict is... You have proven yourself through action. This item symbolizes our devotion and aspiration—we hope you will accept it!】

These three buckets have minds unlike ordinary buckets,

and so, by a twist of fate, Stelle collected the final mission item and gained a sack of glittering golden trash.

Thirty-fifth: Face the final boss, the King of Trash, Tatalof!

March 7th: "We've finally collected all three tokens."

March 7th: "Will it be over soon?"

March 7th: "I really don't want to see any more of these abstract trash bins..."

"If I keep looking, I'm sure I'll dream of trash bins tonight!"

March 7th's mind was now filled entirely with abstract trash bins,

and she felt she was about to be assimilated into a March 7th Bucket.

Stelle: "These trash bins are so tedious."

Stelle: "Why not just appoint me as the God of Trash right away?"

Stelle: "Going through all this trouble... really... zero vision."

Gui Naifen: "Sis, I just have to ask—what's so great about being the God of Trash??"

Stelle: "What's so great?? You get to command ten thousand buckets!"

Stelle: "Imagine if you and I faced off—I raise my arm, and ten thousand trash bins dump trash all over you. Aren't you afraid?"

Gui Naifen: "Uh... YES!! So afraid!!"

Stelle: "What if I throw you into a trash bin as trash?"

Gui Naifen: "Also afraid—terrified! Waaah, please, God of Trash, don't throw me away as trash!"

Stelle: "There you go—being the God of Trash isn't great? You want wind, you get trash; you want rain, you get trash; you want trash, you get even more trash!"

Diviner Fu Xuan: "Such a peculiar taste is truly unparalleled in this world."

Diviner Fu Xuan: "I suggest you take some time to visit Bailu for some conditioning."

Bai Lu: "Um... I'm not skilled in treating psychological or spiritual illnesses."

Topaz: "Then let the Doctor of Truth come—he'll clean her brain."

Doctor of Truth: "Forgive my frankness—she is beyond cure, hopelessly afflicted. Let her die!"