Chapter 309

Under the wealth goddess's slightly contemptuous gaze, Leon's mirror-like cufflinks flickered faintly, and a tiny dog paw—just as she expected—slipped out silently.

But instead of attempting to seize the bloodstained bandage with the power of the Mirror World, as she anticipated, the tiny dog paw pushed forward a small metal sphere whose shell was cracking apart.

Is this... some kind of extremely powerful bomb?

Sensing its power Yinyin, the wealth goddess's brow instantly knitted; she suspected Leon intended to kill himself to protect his "secret," so she hastily changed targets and purchased the whale-oil explosive just as it began to fracture.

At the same time, Leon's shell currency flickered faintly, appearing mysteriously in Tang Mu's hands; instantly, most of the lazy youth's wounds vanished, transferring entirely and without exception onto Leon's body.

Didn't expect that, did you? This was my real plan!

Watching the wealth goddess suddenly freeze in shock and step back half a pace, even as agonizing, knife-wielding pain tore through his organs, Leon's lips still curled uncontrollably.

The wealth goddess who snatched the Infected Blood Band the moment she stepped out of the Dream Realm—how could she not have anticipated I'd try to get it back?

Once I realized that, I never expected to reclaim the Infected Blood Band; the restless puppy and the whale-oil bomb were merely distractions to divert her attention.

My real plan was to use the Agent's Badge to forcibly activate the effect of the Sacred Anomaly, strike a deal directly with Tang Mu, and buy all his injuries—giving him a chance to fight the wealth goddess again!

Go for it, Tang Mu! The rest is up to you!

After glancing at the lazy youth who had suddenly opened his eyes and stood firm like an unshakable mountain, Leon—who had successfully deceived the wealth goddess with a trick—collapsed backward into the sky, his chest exploding into a mist of blood, filled with hope.

Do it again! Just like before—push back the Jianglin true god once more! You can do it!

…

"Thud!"

"I… I already told you, I'm terrible at direct combat…"

In Leon's incredulous gaze, the lazy youth—whose bones seemed entirely removed—lay helplessly on the ground again after barely opening his eyes, and sighed helplessly in his own defense:

"My ability requires preparation time. She's too close now—I can't even throw out the ritual materials. How am I supposed to win?"

"..."

So they're both fools!

Looking at the two cleaners lying side by side on the ground, bleeding profusely, and recalling her own earlier posture of extreme caution, the wealth goddess's lips twitched slightly—she felt her dignity had been dragged down by these two idiots.

"Are you finally convinced?"

After pinching her brow, the wealth goddess, having endured this farce, walked forward slowly, picked up the bottle containing the Snake Spirit, then tore off Leon's toad pendant, and said coldly:

"I've lost patience with your games. Tell me—how did you make that toad collapse on its own?"

"..."

"Still refusing to speak?"

Glancing at the trembling *** as a result of her forced descent, the wealth goddess flexed her fingers slightly, squinting as she threatened Leon:

"I don't enjoy doing this, but if you insist on resisting... don't blame me for being brutal!"

"..."

"Aaaah!!!"

As the wealth goddess curled her finger, the lazy youth—whose bones had been mostly bought away and lay limp beside Leon—suddenly bulged his eyes and screamed in hysterical agony.

"N-not... why... why me?"

When the hellish pain subsided momentarily, the lazy youth, drenched in sweat, veins throbbing on his temples, trembled his lips in utter confusion:

"You... weren't you asking him questions?"

"Why... why am I being tortured?"

Of course because he's too incapacitated to move.

Casting a sidelong glance at the complaining lazy youth, the wealth goddess raised her right hand again.

All things have value, all things can be exchanged, all things flow—these three powers I deliberately carved from my own authority and entrusted to the Three Holy Spirits to nurture; they are the foundation of my ascent to Master of All Things.

In terms of mastery over these three powers, my Holy Spirits may not be weaker than I am—but after encountering this mysterious Level-3 Cleaner, that foolish toad's faith in "All Things Have Value" shattered; it likely encountered something whose value cannot be measured.

To avoid the same fate, for safety's sake, until I uncover the true nature of that thing, I must avoid using my Wealth Power directly on his body—otherwise, if it directly clashes with that thing and my power collapses, it will be troublesome.

…

"Next time you refuse me, I'll double his pain."

After considering how far to push Leon, the wealth goddess spoke slowly, deliberately, to him in the lazy youth's incredulous gaze:

"Tell me—what secret do you carry?"

"..."

"Aaaah!!!"

"Stop... stop!"

Watching Tang Mu—whose bones were half gone, bleeding everywhere, yet writhing and shrieking in agony—Leon spat blood and forced himself to speak:

"I... I'll tell you... but you must... promise... to guarantee... us... cough! Cough cough!"

Having absorbed most of Tang Mu's injuries, Leon's throat and lungs were severely damaged; after uttering two sentences, he began coughing up blood in great gouts.

Seeing Leon unable to recover after prolonged coughing, the wealth goddess frowned, instinctively pinching two shell coins, intending to buy his injuries.

But remembering the shattered soul of that toad, she withdrew her hand in caution, instead kicking the Infected Blood Band toward him and ordering coldly:

"Heal yourself. Once you're done..."

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

As the wealth goddess completed half the motion of kicking, and the lazy youth writhed in agony, the blood splattered everywhere suddenly detached from the ground, transforming into countless fine, sticky crimson threads that surged toward her in dense, clinging nets.

Immediately after, a dark green pearl rolled out from Leon's sleeve; a vast, sky-reaching emerald forest erupted violently, engulfing both man and goddess, transporting them into a shattered emerald valley.

As the wealth goddess, wrapped in the blood net, fell straight into the valley, Emma—who had already been waiting—unfurled the Execution Platform and opened the Law of Collective Punishment; thirty thousand bloodstained guillotines sprouted like mushrooms after rain, stretching from the valley floor to its peak.

In Leon and Tang Mu's hopeful gazes, thirty thousand wealth goddesses—each bound in the blood net, crowned with thorned wreaths—were simultaneously pinned face-down at the guillotine's edge; thirty thousand gleaming blades descended with thunderous force, aimed at thirty thousand necks.

In the expectant gazes of Li Ang and Tang Mu, thirty thousand Wealth Goddesses, their bodies bound in blood nets and crowned with thorny wreaths, were simultaneously pressed down upon the guillotine blades; thirty thousand gleaming blades crashed down upon thirty thousand necks, as thirty thousand pairs of terrified eyes stared in horror.

"Crack!"