[{"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-967":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},2286803,4472,"Chapter 967: 565 What Is 0","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-967",967,"\u003Cp>Watching Liang, who feigned regret from afar but was secretly winking at him, Prince Andre felt something inside his mind snap with a loud *pop*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though well-traveled, he had never imagined someone could inflict deep wounds without uttering a single curse—just by smiling and making casual, mocking remarks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Prince Andre’s heart, *The Royal Night Banquet* had once been his most tender sanctuary, the only ideal land where he could escape the cruel world—but after he chose to temporarily imprison Liang within this painting, this sanctuary was violently corrupted, transformed from heaven into a hell of torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the initial “clown theory” or those veiled little stories targeting “Senior Andre,” each one was like a blade piercing clean through his body, stabbing in and out, each wound searingly painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You damn bastard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After clenching his teeth hard, Prince Andre sighed as he watched Filia, carried away by the Captain of the Guard, being removed from the painting’s frame—he prepared to withdraw—but then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After glancing once more at Filia being taken out of the painting, Liang, standing on the open terrace, bit into an apple and continued smiling at the guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speaking of Senior Andre, I just remembered another amusing thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again?!?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Liang’s opening line, the young prince shuddered violently—he knew this was aimed squarely at him—and without another moment’s hesitation, he shut his eyes and retreated from the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang, whose gaze had never left him, immediately noticed the prince’s abrupt departure, halted the hellish joke he was about to tell, and removed the [Clown Face], replacing it with the [Korok Royal] crest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Splash*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the instant the two crests switched, the multicolored paint on Liang’s body twisted strangely, as if trying to reshape itself according to his new identity—but it refused to fit, finally splashing down in a cascade, staining the grass beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d guessed right: his own crest’s “identity” carried higher authority than the identity painted by Andre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking advantage of the moment Andre had fled, having confirmed his suspicion, Liang exhaled deeply and reached for the balloon hanging at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the bewildered stares of the guests, Liang, now free of his clown identity, seized the “balloon” and rubbed it hard across the [Silver Slice Knife], wiping off its paint and restoring it to its original form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing again?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Liang pull out the knife again, the Captain of the Guard—who had just returned Filia to her “home”—rushed forward in three strides, blocking Liang’s path with a furious glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a guest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donning the Korok Royal identity, Liang straightened his back and glared back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this a Royal Night Banquet? Can’t a member of the royal family attend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Liang’s words, the Captain of the Guard burst into a bitter laugh and snapped back:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a magician—how dare you impersonate… Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the Captain paused slightly, a deep frown of confusion appearing in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man’s face was still the same, his attire still the same as when he’d fallen into the pond—but somehow, he now genuinely felt this man was also a royal member…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out of my way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing the [Korok Royal] identity still worked within the painting, Liang finally relaxed completely, shoved aside the baffled Captain of the Guard, and walked toward the Scorpion Director, who was snoring loudly at the table, all guests staring in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Slap! Slap!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the Scorpion Director, delivered two hard slaps to either cheek, then shook his shoulders violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wake up! Stop fucking sleeping!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Slap! Slap!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get up and help me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Slap! Slap!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry! While Andre’s gone, take me out of this painting right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Scorpion Director was clearly exhausted—he slept too deeply. No matter how Liang shook, kicked, or pummeled him—even delivering a kick to his groin—he remained utterly unmoved, his snores rolling in rhythmic waves, oddly harmonizing with the *slap-slap-slap* of the slaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You useless piece of crap! You’re never reliable when it matters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After struggling for a while, Liang sighed as he watched the Scorpion Director’s face, now reddened from the slaps, look healthier and sleep even more peacefully—he gave up on the idea of dragging him up for a righteous two-on-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Scorpion Director wasn’t weak—but he had some kind of fatal flaw: whenever real combat began, he always got controlled first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the last descent into the Abyss of Lost Souls, he’d acted the same way. I thought I’d ride his coattails to an easy victory—but he got dragged away by six Nightmare Envoys, trapped in their dream realm until the very end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time was even worse: he’d been perched on their “eye,” dragging three teammates into a massive wipe—and now he’d gone completely offline, playing like a worse actor than any stage performer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Liang hesitated, wondering whether to stab him a few times, a voice—strange in tone but faintly familiar—suddenly sounded beside his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Liang turned, he saw a young woman with thick glasses, holding a large brain model filled with tubes, standing behind him, studying him with curious eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me, have we met before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a scholar from Zone 1.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Liang—whose face was unfamiliar yet strangely familiar—the woman adjusted her glasses and asked uncertainly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you been to Zone 1 Research Area? Or attended any academic conferences on brain function dissection in the past five years? Or perhaps visited the Soul Encoding Group I lead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soul Encoding Group? You lead it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Liang’s eyebrows lifted slightly—he immediately recognized the identity of this glasses-wearing woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you Atifi 0?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman blinked, then nodded in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am indeed Atifi—but… what’s the ‘0’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“0 is… the opposite of 1… wait, never mind, it’s not important.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his still-drunk, wandering mind, Liang studied the woman’s features—strikingly similar to the old king’s, and bearing a quarter resemblance to Filia—and asked cautiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So your real name is just Atifi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the man who seemed to know her but didn’t quite, the woman frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you actually know me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I do!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the paint on Atifi’s attire—slightly different from the other “characters,” clearly added later—Liang nodded meaningfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though you may have forgotten, our relationship was actually very close.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1047,"2026-06-20T03:18:35.371Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4e20bdf61f2884863cd93554fe8be804c69ba79b994ee11999b003ec7f62a937","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-968","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-966",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]