Chapter 89

Stelle: "Pfft, a bunch of pathetic humans—wait till I become the God of Trash, then you'll know what greatness really is!"

In the video.

Stelle, who had gathered all the mission items,

returned to Shatana.

【This... You've collected all the "Proofs of Trust"! This determination is not to be underestimated!】

【This day has finally come. Then let us go— I shall escort you to the Throne, "Pillar of Creation," to witness the future of our people...】

【Wish you success!!】

After Stelle submitted the three tokens,

Shatana, as per tradition, delivered a rousing speech, then activated the teleportation array,

transporting Stelle to the location of the final boss.

【Is this the battlefield... My heart feels so complicated...】

After a blur of vision,

Stelle arrived at the location of the boss, Tatalov.

Facing imminent battle with the final boss, she felt a faint pang of emotion.

Then, she began walking forward along the path.

【This is just too brutal...】

Along the way, the ground was littered with the shattered remains of trash bins,

all of them testifying to the horrific state of this place.

Soon, Stelle reached the end of the path,

ready to face the King of Trash, Tatalov!

But as she looked around, she saw no sign of the King of Trash.

【Weren't they supposed to say the King of Trash was waiting here for me?】

【Did they trick me?】

Stelle scratched her head, her expression puzzled.

She had no idea what was going on.

Yet just then,

a massive bomb hurtled straight toward her head,

Stelle had no time to react and was blown sky-high.

Then, a giant hand grabbed her mid-air.

And the owner of that hand...

Upon closer look—it was Sambo!!

Stelle's mind went blank; she instinctively wanted to say something.

But before she could speak, Sambo casually tossed her off the cliff.

Falling down the cliff, Stelle landed squarely on an unlucky trash bin soldier, so she suffered no injury.

And these trash bin soldiers—or rather, warriors—

kept charging forward relentlessly, fearless of death, attacking Sambo.

【Ahahahahahaha!!】

Facing the assault of the trash bin army,

Sambo laughed wildly,

hurling bombs from his hands like firecrackers, one after another.

Sambo's firepower was overwhelming,

the trash bin army was blown apart, casualties... horrific!

Smoke filled the battlefield, composing a tragic ballad of trash and fire.

Seeing Sambo's arrogance,

a nameless rage surged instantly in Stelle's chest!

She sprinted forward and leaped with all her strength from the cliff's edge!

Her right fist clenched tightly, driven by an unyielding resolve to teach Sambo a lesson, slammed forward!!

And under this willpower!

She ascended!!

Ascended into a Trash Bin Giant!!!

Her fist, carrying the dreams and hopes of the trash bin race, was about to clash with Sambo's fist!

At this critical moment!!

【Wait!! Wait a minute!!】

【This is just too ridiculous—】

Liuying's long-silent voice suddenly spoke up,

cutting straight through this absurdly surreal scene!

Stelle: "Aaaaaah!! My punch didn't land on Sambo's ugly face—I feel utterly unfulfilled!!"

March 7th: "The King of Trash, Tatalov, is Sambo?!"

Paimon: "Sambo Mr.'s final face is just too vile!"

Paimon: "Massacring and toying with the trash bin army—he's a cruel demon!!"

Funingna: "Sigh, I really want to see whether Star Young Lady turned into a trash bin giant or Mr. Sangbo is stronger!"

Hu Tao: "By the way, Miss Liuying, why did you suddenly interrupt them?"

Liuying: "... I... I don't know. Maybe because I was worried about Star Young Lady..."

Liuying: "I... I was afraid she'd get hurt by Mr. Sangbo! Yes, that's exactly it!"

Star: "Wahhh, Liuying still cares for me as always."

"Is this video... meant to imply something?"

"But... why did this person reveal my identity?"

"What exactly is his purpose?"

Liuying stared at the final frame of the video,

a lingering worry beginning to creep across her face.

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