Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 267 The King of Trash Will Return
"Could this be... the true meaning of the gods returning to the earth? Will the gods descend upon the world in a completely new form?" Karat tremblingly reached out and touched the new sculpture.

Suddenly, a certain image seemed to appear in his eyes.

His face immediately lit up with joy, and he almost wept with happiness.

"God has returned! He has truly returned! Now God has a new name, and He will walk on the earth once more!"

"What?" Edmonton quickly reached out and touched the sculpture as well.

In a daze, he saw a gray figure and heard the words of God.

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On the other side, inside the underwater ruins.

The Short Glowstone set sail again, and at Latsia's request, the four-person adventure team boarded the ship.

Just then, a trash can found the "Scepter of the Sea God," which had been overlooked and was formed from the extraordinary properties of the sea god Kavituwa, in a corner. It casually took it to the ship and handed it to Xing.

"Captain, look at this. This looks like something good," the trash can said boastfully.

Xing tilted his head and curiously accepted the scepter of the sea god.

The moment Xing received the scepter, she was suddenly struck by layers of illusory prayers, and hallucinations appeared before her eyes. She saw believers bowing and praying, and rebels weeping bitterly over the self-shattering of the idol.

The images of prayers from different people seemed to be attempts to invade her spirit, transform her body, and turn her into a vessel for the resurrection of the sea god Kavituwa.

The next second, these "anchors" from the sea god surged into her chest and entered the star core within her body.

At that moment, Xing had a feeling that she had formed a certain connection with the scepter, becoming the focus of these beliefs and the god they worshipped.

She suddenly had a good idea, and quickly walked to the bow of the ship, casually sticking the scepter aside under the watchful eyes of the crowd and Lattisia's group.

With the team leader in trouble, the team's second-in-command, Lal, took on the responsibility of leading the team. He stood in front of the other two, wanting to see what this "captain" was up to.

"Have you ever heard of 'King of Trash' Tartarov?" Xing asked, his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Reaching out, as if trying to grasp the stars in the sky.

Although she can't grab anything, because she's currently at the bottom of the sea.

But that's not important. What's important is the determination, the will to sing the praises of the "King of Garbage".

Lal knew that Xing was asking herself this question.

Because the original leader has defected, he is now the core of the team.

"N-no... I don't know." Lal stammered and shook his head, intimidated by Xing's aura.

"Is that so? Then let me introduce it to you."

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew up Xing's gray hair, lifting the cloak she had put on at some unknown time.

“Back then, trash cans were very weak.” Xing closed her eyes, those glorious years swirling in her mind, “weak, insignificant, overestimating themselves… merely tools for humans to dispose of garbage.”

Lal wanted to say that's how trash cans are supposed to be used. But looking at the trash cans around him with their muscular limbs, he swallowed his rebuttal.

“Until that day, He appeared. At the edge of that sea of ​​stars, in the distant ‘Great Waste Empire,’” Star said in an aria-like tone, “He is our King, and the Shepherd of all the waste in the world.”

"He is the bucket that created everything, the all-knowing and all-powerful King, the source of all garbage. He is both one and ten thousand. He is the beginning and the end. He is the bucket of ten thousand buckets, the ruler of endless garbage."

Lars frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

As a member of the Moss Abode, his knowledge was considerable.

Does the Aurora Club believe in the "creator of everything, an all-knowing and all-powerful God"?

Could it be that the Aurora Society also worships this Tartarov? No wonder they're all so fanatical... "Wealth, fame, status..."

"He created God's Kingdom, built the career that all trash cans longed for with his own hands, and created the dream paradise where all trash cans can live happily."

"That is the ideal land called [Avatong], a sacred place that countless garbage cans dream of entering in their entire lives."

"He used His iron-fisted methods to make the trash cans no longer just tools of humans."

No, wait, you look human to me, don't you? Ral felt speechless.

But after glancing at the excited, tearful leader not far away, he wisely chose to remain silent.

If we're talking about the team's brightest minds, then it has to be me, Lar. He felt a little smug.

"He stands on a throne of thorns surrounded by garbage bags. He supports the humble bucket and oppresses the tyrannical bucket. He is the idol in our hearts."

"Unfortunately, He was corrupted and corrupted. He became insanely cruel." Xing's tone shifted sharply, turning sorrowful. "As the heir to the utterly worthless empire that pulled out the 'Stone Bat,' I had no choice but to painfully dethrone Him, banish Him, and send Him into the warp."

Latisia couldn't help but cover her mouth to stop herself from exclaiming.

The trash cans also lost their fervor; they fell silent, and drops of rusty water seeped from the patterns on their surfaces.

Those were their tears.

What a bizarre scene...

Ral resisted the urge to take a few steps back, lest the situation escalate.

"But now! Things are different! Things have taken a turn for the better!" Xing turned around, opened his arms, and his tone became impassioned once again.

"Today, I will become the new king, but this is not for my own selfish desires!"

"We will use the faith of the original followers of the sea god to establish a new anchor for Tartarov! Let Him walk on the earth again!"

Inspired by Xing's imposing presence, the trash cans below raised their clenched right fists and chanted in unison, over and over again.

"The son of a worthless scoundrel, adorned with a crown of rust!"

"The son of a worthless scoundrel, adorned with a crown of rust!"

Xing turned around again, and behind him appeared a throne made of piled-up garbage bags.

She picked up the "Scepter of Neptune" stuck in the ground with her right hand, and gently stroked the surface of the chair with her left hand.

He whirled around, facing the multitude of barrels below. With a backbend, he naturally leaned back and landed on the throne.

He holds the scepter in his right hand, raising it high. His left hand supports his head on the armrest.

She proclaimed it to the world.

"A new god has arrived on the high seas!"

At that very moment, all the sculptures that once depicted the sea god Kavituwa underwent a transformation.

They first bled from the corners of their eyes, and then cracks began to appear inch by inch until they shattered completely.

After that, the broken tiles, stones, wood chips, or whatever other materials used to build the sculpture came together again, forming a new sculpture.

"King of Trash," the remarkable Tartarov!

He will return.

(End of this chapter)