Chapter 1533: The Conditions of the Dead Realm

Stop dipping things in there and eat something decent!

Taken aback by the Third Generation Director's sudden betrayal, the Incarnate Hind was struck squarely by the iron pot thrown its way.

Looking at the square-headed old man who had just been calling him a "little beast" but was now calling him a "precious disciple" and "proud protégé," the Incarnate Hind, with a large black pot hanging from its antlers, was instantly overcome with rage and roared, "Iron Badger! You..."

"Who is Iron Badger? There are only iron pots, iron basins, and iron ladles here; there is no such thing as an Iron Badger!"

"???"

You... you're cutting ties that fast?

Watching the Third Generation Director, who refused to acknowledge his identity and had quit the Slaughtering King Society on the spot, the Incarnate Hind trembled with fury and shrieked, "You weren't saying that just now! You were calling him a little beast! I heard you!"

"Then you must have heard wrong."

"I did not!"

"Then it was a misunderstanding, or you both heard wrong and understood wrong."

Faced with the immense temptation of thirty-nine True Gods, one Pillar God, and other rare materials, all those worthless things like reputation, schools of thought, and the fear of infamy vanished from the Third Generation old man's mind in an instant.

"You must have heard wrong. I didn't say 'beast,' I said 'prodigy.'"

Under the Incarnate Hind's furious gaze, the Third Generation Director held his square head high and shamelessly reinterpreted his words.

"The meaning of 'prodigy.' It means I treat that child as my own; he's just like my own flesh and blood! He brought me so many good things this time, he must have felt my earnest expectations for him."

"Oh ho ho, the first time I met that child Li Ang, I felt we were particularly fated. Later, when he learned my Heart-Mind school in just a few tries and started forging Anomalous Objects with my pot, I knew immediately that he was the successor I had been waiting for!"

Successor my ass!!! Do you think I don't know what you're planning? When you mentioned "good things" just now, the corners of your damn mouth were already split to your ears!!!

Stung by the Third Generation old man's incredibly low bottom line, the Incarnate Hind, whose patience was burned to a crisp, stomped its hooves and roared, "Iron Badger! Don't forget you're still a member of our Slaughtering King Society! You've leaked information from the Cleanup Bureau before; you are no longer..."

"Heh, the information I leaked was all old news. That ancient intelligence from a thousand or eight hundred years ago—so what if I told you? It can't count as betraying the Cleanup Bureau."

"But aren't you afraid that we..."

"What am I afraid of?"

The Third Generation Director chuckled.

"Are you afraid you'll go to the Cleanup Bureau and report me? Or are you afraid you'll intentionally leak my information?"

"Silly deer, don't forget, I signed my name on your Law Book back then. I am an officially recorded external member of the Slaughtering King Society. Although I can't reveal your plans to the Cleanup Bureau, if you want to reveal my information..."

"Heh heh heh, then I can only wish you good luck~"

"..."

"Enough! Get out! Get out!"

Turning back to rummage through his coffin, he pulled out a bone broom covered in spiderwebs and pointed it at the Incarnate Hind, waving him away impatiently.

"Stop stomping your hooves; you're breaking the bricks. What if my disciple trips when he comes? It's rare for that child to come back once; I have to tidy up properly. Don't get in my way here! Get out now! Did you hear me?"

"..."

Ahhhhhhh!!!

"How did it go?"

Seeing the phantom of the deer appear beside the bone long table, a True God wearing an iguana mask stood up and asked with anticipation.

"Did Iron Badger agree to help us ambush the Food God?"

"..."

Looking at the anticipation in the iguana's eyes, the Incarnate Hind, wearing the deer mask, felt his expression become extremely stiff. Help us ambush the Food God? By the time I was chased away, that old dog was already cleaning up everywhere with a broom, preparing to sweep the floor and welcome his beloved "beast"!

Looking at the deer like this... it's obvious it didn't work!

After receiving the answer from the Incarnate Hind's silence, the members of the Slaughtering King Society looked at each other, and the atmosphere, which had become lively due to the Incarnate Hind's appearance, instantly turned cold.

"I said long ago that he definitely wouldn't agree!"

A woman wearing a seagull mask slammed the bone long table, her voice full of anger.

"Although Iron Badger joined us in name, he doesn't even count as having an exchange of interests with us! When it comes to big matters, he will definitely lean toward the Cleanup Bureau!"

"But this is at least an opportunity, right? If we don't ambush him in the Dead Realm, are we supposed to keep storming the Watchtower Palace?"

"Storming the Watchtower Palace is better than this! What if Iron Badger risks being killed by the Law Book and tells the Cleanup Bureau the situation?"

"How is that possible? Not to mention he's so afraid of death, with the binding power of the Law Book, he would be..."

"Enough, stop arguing!"

Interrupting the quarrel among the Slaughtering King Society members, the White Snake, sitting in the first seat on the left of the long table, rubbed his temples and said powerlessly:

"Since Iron... since the Third Generation Director of the Cleanup Bureau didn't agree, it's very difficult for us to kill the Food God without him providing cover. This attack plan is scrapped!"

"White Snake, can we really not try one more time?"

Hearing this, the Incarnate Hind said anxiously:

"Counting me, four of the Dead Realm Sovereigns have clearly leaned toward us, and seven others have ambiguous attitudes and have the intention to join forces with us. If we can pull them all over..."

"Forget it, you can't pull them over."

The White Snake hung his head and said nothing, while the new Vice President who had taken the main seat folded his hands in his sleeves and replied slowly, leaning back in his chair.

"Originally, we had the advantage and were about to break through the Watchtower Palace, so the Dead Realm naturally didn't mind coming to get a share. Now that twenty-something of us have been wiped out in one go, the Dead Realm will definitely start to wait and see again."

"So stop thinking about making trouble. Instead of sending yourselves up to be slaughtered like dogs, you might as well honestly stay with me and wait for the Food God to die of old age. It's only a hundred-plus years anyway; we can afford to wait... White Snake? What do you think?"

"I..."

Looking at the slightly smug look in the eyes of the Bird-Eye, the White Snake, who had escaped the Witch Country by avoiding Li Ang's disaster, closed his eyes and turned his head away helplessly.

"I also agree to wait for now. Although we don't necessarily have to wait until the Food God dies of old age, we can wait until the President and the other Vice Presidents return from the Old Earth."

"No! We can't wait!"

The Incarnate Hind said anxiously:

"I contacted other Dead Realm Sovereigns and finally solved the matter of the Sai'ao Kingdom. Now the Cleanup Bureau must have its eyes on me!"