I! Cleaner!

"Hic..."

After letting out another alcohol-laden hiccup, Leon bent down to pick up the head of the plump female cleaner who was screaming, and tossed it onto a pile of heads belonging to the Gemini Branch cleaners. Then, with his hands on his hips and six-tenths drunk, he loudly challenged:

"Anyone else?"

"Say something!"

"Is this all Gemini Branch has?"

"..."

Facing Leon, who was throwing a drunken fit, the Gemini Branch cleaners couldn't help but shrink their necks and avert their eyes, with no one daring to meet Leon's gaze.

They couldn't win; it was impossible to win.

This was the most powerful abnormal object that had instantly destroyed six legions, and even with the "secret nail" sealing it in advance, this alleged third-level cleaner who had joined just over three months ago exhibited a crushing force that was utterly despairing.

On the entire battlefield, as long as there was the tiniest hint of a reflective surface, a hand holding a knife could stretch out at any time, slicing a lingering cleaner in two.

Even directly obliterating everything around and destroying all reflective surfaces was useless; the terrifying arm and knife light could even emerge from one's pupil and directly cut down any body that appeared within one's line of sight.

As long as that silver-glowing knife cut even a hair's breadth of a nick on the body, regardless of whether there was an abnormal object protecting it, it would instantly be cleaved alive into two screaming, terrified remnants.

In contrast, all our methods of attack, when contacting him, bizarrely had no effect whatsoever and caused not the slightest bit of harm.

Be it direct abnormal object strikes, small meteorites summoned indirectly, commanding unconscious soldiers to fire at him, or even sinister soul pollution, the result was invariably ineffective!

It wasn't that his wobbly body could heal like some Undying Body after being injured, but rather a complete exemption from harm, outright and absurdly negating all damage. After hitting him for such a long time, not even a hair had been lost.

What's the point of fighting then!

Even knowing that such a powerful ability either has a damage limit that, once reached, can be breached, or a time limit that will end after a while.

But knowing how to do it and having the ability to do it are two completely different things. With our attacks failing to breach his defenses and our inability to withstand getting hit, what else can we do but wait for death?

...

Absolutely absurd...

Not just the Gemini Branch cleaners, but even the three Scorpio Branch cleaners inside Leon were stunned by his virtually undefeatable combat mode.

The Gemini Branch cleaners weren't weak; each had their own exceptional main battle abnormal object, and even facing attacks from more than fifty abnormal objects at once, even if our director, Edward, came, he'd likely struggle for a bit.

After all, no matter how strong a cleaner is, it's hard to cover every angle, and there are always some weaknesses that could be exploited, resulting in failure. But Leon was literally shielding absolutely nothing, just standing there taking the hits.

And after each hit, a simple lift of his hand with a knife meant the attacking cleaner fell while screaming. He didn't even move from where he started as the battle progressed, not stepping a single foot.

This meant that the second-level cleaners on the same level as us three didn't even qualify to make him move.

All one can say is, as expected of a monster capable of handling six "True God level" tasks in just three months, he's not on the same level as us three anymore, only lacking some Leon Value compared to those director-level beings.

What's even more terrifying to think about is that Leon, who achieved this formidable record, still had his strongest abnormal object sealed away. If that Black Goat wasn't nailed down, and he employed the other six one-against-a-thousand abilities, could he even take on Director Edward?

"Huh, pitifully weak."

After shouting a couple of times and seeing the group of cleaners before him with evasive eyes, the drunken Leon snorted, then reached out to pat his own belly.

"Frankie senior, help me tie them up."

"Okay!"

Though Leon's address was still very polite, upon hearing his words, Frankie couldn't help but shiver slightly, as if receiving some command, and hurriedly pulled the fishing line, tying the twenty-some cleaners who had been sliced to bits into a bundle, handing the line end over to Leon.

Just as Leon was pulling the fishing line, intending to drag these people over, the twenty-some groaning heads suddenly stopped all reactions, then abruptly straightened their necks. One head spoke with a vacant expression:

"Mr. Leon, are you interested in talking with me?"

"?"

Upon hearing this cleaner's inquiry, Leon raised an eyebrow and, after pondering a bit, responded somewhat uncertainly:

"Are you... the one controlling these cleaners?"

"Yes."

The first speaking head remained silent, while another head moved a bit, then grinned slightly:

"My name is Atifei-00, you can just call me Atifie."

Atifei-00?

Upon hearing what Atifei-00 said, Leon, in his [Immortal in Liquor] state with a not-so-clear mind, frowned and directly asked:

"Who are you? And what is your relation to Atifei-01?"

"I am the first test subject of Soul Encoding Technology, also the creator of Atifei-01. As for my specific identity... I used to be a former member of the Crolock royal family. I'm Andre's aunt, and the Feiliya you captured counts as my niece."

Andre's aunt? Meaning she preceded Feiliya and was the first to be turned into an intelligent machine?

Leon fell silent for a moment upon hearing this and then proceeded to ask:

"What do you want to talk about?"

"It's actually nothing much, just a heads up."

Glancing around the surrounding situation, another cleaner head said:

"You're a bit stronger than I anticipated, and although Andre has other cards up his sleeve, my calculations show that his win rate against you is roughly 30-70, so to avoid you choosing to settle accounts with me after you win over him, I wanted to specially give you this notice."

"Why 30-70?"

Upon hearing this, Leon did not respond immediately, while Mona, the female cleaner in his belly, couldn't help but poke her head out and asked with a puzzled expression:

"The royal family's direct legion is gone, and the controlled Gemini Branch cleaners are also defeated, how can your win rate still be thirty percent?"

"Not so."

Looking in surprise at the female cleaner's soul, the fourth cleaner shook his head and smilingly explained:

"Andre's win rate is seventy percent, your win rate, however, is thirty."

"..."

"As for the reason, don't ask. I'm still under Andre's control, and if I were to truly betray him, it would result in me being forcibly shut down."

After letting out an unfortunate sigh, the fifth cleaner head, with an earnest face, said:

"Good luck, you must push Andre to the brink, or I will surely be in trouble!"