[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-the-cleanup-crew":3,"chapter-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-259":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm the Cleanup Crew!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2286095,4472,"Chapter 259","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-259",259,"\u003Cp>With the disruptive interloper making a grand exit, carrying a fortune rivaling a kingdom, the male and female leads finally fulfilled their pact—The Twelve Days of Travel had, albeit stumblingly, closed its first act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the theatrical principle of “one act, one intermission,” the three thousand audience members were briefly “released” before the second act began, but before they could regain their senses, every scene from the first act began to flash rapidly before everyone’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only twelve days remain… After twelve days, I will no longer be my free self, but a caged bird soaring in an alien prison…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s Agatha, the barmaid at the docks tavern—the dream of every man in Ankara.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Elijah, if you wish to tour Ankara, you’ll need a local guide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the male and female leads’ conversation in the tavern, The Twelve Days of Travel still followed its original plot—but then, a flamboyantly dressed “peacock man” barged into everyone’s view, abruptly shifting the tone of The Twelve Days of Travel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not right. If you truly love a rose, let her bloom in the garden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I can make my rose smile, even if everyone mocks me, it’s worth it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My grandmother has been very ill lately… she hopes I’ll marry soon…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Joseph… your grandmother… beat my buttocks until they swelled…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As “Mr. Joseph” repeatedly pulled off unexpected moves, the souls of the three thousand audience members began to tremble slightly; a vast portion of the willpower once entirely fixed on the stage now turned a vivid, bright yellow—the same hue as the yellow hair atop “Mr. Joseph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two and a half percent… had it shifted that much all at once?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the three thousand audience members collapsed in unconsciousness, feeling the genuine emotional feedback their souls had sent back to the theatrical world after watching the first act of The Twelve Days of Travel, “Master Wilde” on stage drew a sharp breath—realizing events were slipping from his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was the creator of the theatrical world, the true foundation sustaining that illusory, beautiful realm was not his own power alone, but the souls of over three thousand audience members who loved theater within the Central Cross Theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that damned “Mr. Joseph” had first ruined the authentic tavern encounter, then stolen massive “stage time” from the male and female leads, forcibly seizing vast attention from the three thousand audience members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crucially, as the true foundation of the theatrical world, the “inclinations” of these three thousand audience members’ souls represented control over The Twelve Days of Travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since now a full two and a half percent had embraced the character of “Mr. Joseph” and begun anticipating his next actions, it meant the one who had once held one hundred percent control over this world now possessed only seventy-five percent—while that damned “Mr. Joseph” had already seized a substantial portion of territory within his own theatrical world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing disaster, the [King of Theater] immediately plunged his consciousness into the theatrical world, preparing to tightly guard against “Mr. Joseph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he must prevent him from further disturbing the male and female leads’ growing affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a relatively traditional romantic comedy, his own The Twelve Days of Travel followed the classic four-act structure: Act One introduces the setting and the meeting; Act Two develops the romance; Act Three brings the darkest crisis; Act Four concludes with a climactic resolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the world of The Twelve Days of Travel, that meant: Act One, “First Encounter at the Tavern”; Act Two, “Touring the Small Town,” where affection blossomed; Act Three, “Love and Freedom,” where Agatha is captured and the male lead must choose between her safety and his own lifelong happiness; and Act Four, “The Wedding of the Caged Bird,” where he discovers his beloved is his betrothed, ending in universal joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first act, “First Encounter at the Tavern,” had already been ruined by “Mr. Joseph.” If he stole more scenes in the upcoming “Touring the Small Town,” and Elijah’s feelings for Agatha never reached the point of forsaking freedom for her, then the turning point, “Love and Freedom,” would become “Love and Yellow Hair!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No! This absolutely cannot happen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the [King of Theater]’s furious backstage manipulations and “Mr. Joseph”’s chaotic antics, the second act of The Twelve Days of Travel—“Touring the Small Town”—spiraled wildly out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Elijah, if you seek Ankara’s most beautiful scenery, it must be the night beach and the bonfires lit upon it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen, today’s beach has been entirely rented by the richest man, Mr. Joseph, who plans to stage an unprecedented grand fireworks display for his beloved Miss Agatha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello again~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Elijah, besides the bonfire… no, besides the beach… there’s also the old seaside amusement park, with its dances…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen! The seaside amusement park has been rented by Mr. Joseph, who plans to host a wildly joyful masquerade ball for his beloved Miss Agatha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello again~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about… the former residence of the great painter Amien…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen… rented by Mr. Joseph… who will personally serve as the guide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello again~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or Green Snail Mountain isn’t bad either—there…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen… rented…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello again, again and again~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the small town rapidly transform into “Joseph Manor,” the [King of Theater], who had personally handed Leon the tools for this crime, could no longer hold himself together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it! So wherever they go, you rent it out? Besides just throwing money around, can’t you use any other method?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Love is like the people in old photographs—eventually, it fades.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After photographing everyone at the ball except Agatha, “Mr. Joseph” placed a portrait he himself had commissioned—of Agatha—beside his own image in the photo, gazing at it with deep tenderness:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only you will remain eternally beautiful, accompanying me until my final breath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why must you insist on clinging to me? There are far better people out there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not clinging to you—I’m clinging to my love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seriously correcting Agatha’s mistake, Leon frowned and retorted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for better people—who else even compares to you? What’s so good about them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before I met you, I never once considered marriage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected you to love me, never imagined you had reason to love me, never believed I could earn your affection. For me, simply having the chance to love you is already enough to fill me with gratitude.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The moment you appeared, my life found its conclusion… it was you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it! This is the scene where the male and female leads meet and come to know each other! What the hell are you doing?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Leon in the theatrical world, spending money to rent every location, holding Agatha’s hand, gazing into her eyes with heartfelt words, bombarding her with romantic declarations until her heart trembled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beside him, Elijah, who kept bringing Agatha along, then stood awkwardly to the side holding the “Mr. Joseph”-provided museum ticket, visibly nauseated by the sappiness, looking like a mere extra—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King of Theater felt like a chef who’d prepared a royal banquet dish, only to find someone had dumped saccharin into it—he longed to immediately coat Leon in batter and fry him in oil alongside the sliced potato strips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the second act ended and this dish was served to the three thousand “diners,” receiving an absurdly high approval rating nearing sixty percent, the [King of Theater] was utterly enraged—his inherited theatrical principles, passed down from generations of theater masters, were shattered by Leon’s “tycoon-love-at-your-feet” tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell… why the heck is this fair?!\u003C\u002Fp>",1273,"2026-06-20T03:18:31.831Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1f112e2689b6b3ab2a14c1f0e6eb5c97eaadde37ca51eb2fea033bc784648fb5","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-260","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-258",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]