The Protagonist Has Really Become an Emanator of Elation This Time.

Throughout this entire time, March 7th maintained a completely bewildered expression.

Why do these two people seem to have a lot of opinions about that Guardian named Cocolia?

Judging from Mo Wang's expression, he seemed to want to kill the other person outright.

"Perhaps something happened between them in the past?"

Dan Heng didn't seem very interested in this question.

However, he agreed with what Mo Wang said about Cocolia hiding something from them.

"Sigh, let's leave it at that. We'll talk about Cocolia tomorrow. In any case, our Train Crew can't afford to have any conflicts with the people here for the time being."

"Especially you! You absolutely cannot go out in the middle of the night, disguise yourself as someone else, and kill the Guardian. Do you hear me!"

At this moment, Old Yang spoke to Mo Wang again.

"Oh, I see. I get it now."

Upon hearing Old Yang's words, Mo Wang's eyes lit up.

That's a great idea! At worst, I can just disguise myself as Sampo at night, go straight to Cocolia, and kill her.

I doubt Sampo would care.

Well, if all else fails, we can use the Stellar Hunter. I'm sure my adoptive mother, Wolf Bronya, and Firefly won't have any objections.

"What the hell do you know?!"

Seeing that Mo Wang had already started to think, Old Yang's face darkened.

If he wasn't certain he couldn't beat this person, he would have wanted to eliminate them right now.

night--

After Old Yang Yang's three-hour-long lecture, Mo Wang finally returned to the room that Bronya and the others had arranged for them.

"Wow, this is really quite rudimentary."

Upon seeing the decorations in the room, Mo Wang couldn't help but complain.

To put it nicely, the room is full of nostalgic style, and every piece of furniture is a top-quality antique.

To put it bluntly, this place is comparable to a guesthouse in a small third-tier county town.

Judging from the age of the furniture here, he felt it was probably older than Old Yang himself.

However, this is probably normal.

After all, Belobog is, to put it bluntly, a place that's dirt poor.

The large machines and defense facilities outside are all at least several hundred years old.

In comparison, the hotel's furniture is quite young.

Actually, Mo Wang wanted to complain about this while playing the Yugi. This Belobog place is really that small.

It's uncertain whether the remaining population even reaches one million.

What's the point of building a hotel in a place where you can walk around the Overworld in just a few hours?

The key point is that this shabby hotel usually seems to have a fairly high occupancy rate. Who on earth would leave a perfectly good house and come to stay in a hotel?

Or is it that the price of a house in Belobog is now higher than that of a hotel?

"Sigh~"

Mo Wang sighed. Although he was full of complaints about the dilapidated room, he had no other choice at the moment. He casually patted the bed, which looked older than his grandfather. Dust flew up and made him cough.

"Fine, I'll just make do for one night."

He shook his head helplessly, plopped down on the bed, and the bed creaked as if protesting his weight.

However, despite this, Mo Wang fell asleep in less than a minute.

"Huh? What's going on?"

After falling asleep, Mo Wang suddenly regained consciousness.

He looked around in confusion and realized that he was standing in the square of Belobog.

If that's all there is to it, then so be it.

But the crucial point is that there were actually more than a dozen Gilles de Rais trash cans in front of him.

"Huh? A trash can?"

Mo Wang felt a sudden mental blank when he saw the trash can.

Looking at the dozen or so trash cans placed in front of him, seemingly waiting for him to use them, Mo Wang suddenly felt a huge sense of irrationality.

"What the heck? Am I dreaming about trash cans all the time now? I know I've been a bit obsessed with trash cans lately, but it shouldn't be to the point where I dream about them all the time, right?"

"Could it be that because I didn't open the trash can during the day, the trash can came looking for me tonight?"

Mo Wang always thought that her condition of dreaming about trash cans at night would only become this serious when she went to Penacony.

Did I not expect my illness to be this severe right from the start? (This person even knows they're seriously ill...)

Looking at the dozen or so trash cans in front of him, Mo Wang couldn't help but hesitate.

"What should I do? Should I go drive it? I really want to go. But I have this feeling that there's some kind of pitfall involved?"

Mo Wang stood there, staring at the dozen or so Gilles de Rais trash cans, his inner turmoil feeling like he was waging an epic battle.

His reason told him this was definitely a trap; a trash can appearing in a dream was already absurd enough, let alone Gilles de Rais trash can? But his instincts screamed wildly, "Open! Open! Open! You're not human if you don't open it!"

"Whatever, it's just a dream anyway, what's there to be afraid of!"

Mo Wang gritted his teeth and finally took that step. He strode to the first trash can, took a deep breath, and abruptly lifted the lid.

"Splash—"

A pile of Gilles de Rais trash came into view: broken toys, rusty gears, and even a few Gilles de Rais coins. Mo Wang's eyes lit up instantly, and his hand unconsciously reached in to rummage through it.

Wow, this trash is of really high quality!

He flipped through the pages, marveling at the dream, completely forgetting that it was just a dream.

Just as he was enjoying rummaging through the trash, the trash can suddenly let out a low groan.

"Um?"

Mo Wang paused for a moment, his hand hovering in mid-air, his ears perking up.

"You... you've finally come..."

The sound of the trash can seemed to come from underground, carrying a hint of sorrow and anger.

"Holy crap! The trash can is talking?!"

Mo Wang was so frightened that he took a step back and almost lost his balance.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the trash can he had just been rummaging through.

"You... you cruel bastard!"

The sound of the trash cans grew louder and louder. Then, Mo Wang saw that all of these trash cans had grown strong hands and feet, and their whole bodies were filled with a philosophical aura.

"Holy crap! The trash can has come to life?"

Mo Wang stared blankly at this group of philosophical garbage cans, then suddenly covered his head.

"Indeed, I should see a psychologist."

"This is really weird! I actually dreamed about these philosophical garbage cans beforehand? This is terrible."

Mo Wang covered her head, feeling for the first time so worried about her mental state.

He was engaged in an epic battle with a pile of philosophical garbage cans in his dream, something he thought he could only see in Penacony.

Now, without using any special methods, he can actually dream about such a realistic philosophical garbage can.

If word got out, wouldn't everyone think he's gone mad?

He even felt that he should go to Arkham and stay for a few days.

"Speaking of which, are there any psychologists in Belobog? I wonder if Natasha works in that field as a side job. It's really awful."

"You! You heartless garbage-rummaging maniac!"

The lead trash can waved its arms, its voice filled with anger and grievance, "Do you know what you've done to us? You rummage through us every day, rummage through us, and even empty us out! We trash cans have dignity too!"

"Yes! That's right!"

The other trash cans chimed in, and although they didn't have eyes, Mo Wang still felt their gazes seemed quite angry. "Do you know that every time you rummage through us, we feel empty and lonely!"

Mo Wang was a little confused by the accusations from the group of trash cans, but he quickly came to his senses, and his lips twitched slightly. "No, aren't you guys... a little overreacting? I was just rummaging through a trash can, is it really that big of a deal?"

"Absolutely! Of course it is!"

The trash cans' voices suddenly rose, their "bodies" throbbing with anger. A chilling sound filled the air as they slammed their lids shut. The trash cans, however, seemed to be trembling with rage, their hooves slamming shut with a fierce, piercing roar.

After saying that, the lead trash can suddenly lunged at Mo Wang, followed closely by the other trash cans.

"Hey, I'm telling you, you guys seem to be going a bit too far."

Seeing that these trash cans actually wanted to make a move, Mo Wang immediately pulled out Baseball Bat.

Just as the lead trash can was about to reach Mo Wang, Mo Wang's Baseball Bat struck it directly on the head—if it could even be considered a head.

"Smack!"

With just one blow, the golden trash can was smashed into a tiny pancake by the Baseball Bat.

A bunch of trash cans rushed over, but the next moment, they were stunned.

"I'm telling you, you haven't forgotten that this was actually my dream, have you? How dare you act so arrogantly in my dream? Who do you think you are?"

In that instant, the surrounding environment, under Mo Wang's control, became terrifying.

At this moment, Mo Wang looked exactly like a Great Demon King, looking down at the trash cans below.

"Holy crap, something seems off?"

The trash cans were a little confused when they saw Mo Wang, whose style had suddenly changed.

Wait a minute, that's not how the script was written!

Normally, shouldn't they have finished accusing this guy and then given him a good lesson so he would admit his mistake?

How come the other side suddenly became the BOSS?

"These mere trash cans, they'd all die!"

At that moment, the Baseball Bat in Mo Wang's hand evolved into a spiked club.

After a brutal beating, Mo Wang tore the pile of trash cans to pieces.

This situation is practically the end of the world for the trash can generation.

More than ten of the strongest members of the Trash Can Clan, who had already reached the Golden Trash Can level, were all slain by the Great Demon King Mo Wang.

Looking at the pile of 'corpses' at his feet, Mo Wang couldn't help but smack his lips.

Then, with a speechless expression, he walked up to the golden trash can that he had initially smashed.

"I'm saying, the play has come this far, are you guys really going to keep acting? It's pretty boring. What kind of lousy script is this? Can't you come up with a different one?"

As soon as Mo Wang finished speaking, the trash can, which had been completely deflated, suddenly jumped up from the ground.

"Huh? You actually said that the script I painstakingly wrote for you is terrible?"

"I think you're underestimating Aha screenwriting skills, aren't you?!"

Under Mo Wang Wang's disgusted gaze, the golden trash can suddenly changed its appearance, transforming into a strange man wearing a smiling mask.

Chapter 130 Now the protagonist has truly become the Nihility Envoy.

"Hahaha, young man, are you surprised to see me? That's right, I'm the one you all love, the most, most, most captivating person in the entire universe! Aha...

As Aha introduced himself, a large crowd of cheers and applause suddenly appeared around Belobog.

"Young man, seeing me, the Aeon, do you feel admiration? Longing? Want to worship me? Don't worry, I know. After all, it's normal to have such feelings when a friendly Aeon like me appears in your dream. Don't worry about the opinions of those around you, just cheer for me!"