I! Cleaner!

“It's alright, I guess…”

Faced with an answer that exceeded its cognitive range but was inexplicably approved by 'Crimson,' the withered giant heart remained silent for a moment before humming in a dry voice:

“A somewhat special answer, but not what I wanted. Barely worth one… two extra heartbeats. I currently beat fifty-six and a half times per minute. Still three and a half beats short of the sixty-beat standard, and you have one last chance!”

“……”

So, it's illiterate.

After hearing Crimson Heart's not-so-confident evaluation, Leon couldn't help but frown. He didn't argue about the correctness of the answer but silently switched to 【I am the End of Death】.

Answering normally is best, but if that doesn't work, don't blame me for using more stimulating methods.

With 【End of Death】, I can truly kill a Pillar God. Killing its heart is naturally no problem. If it refuses to cooperate, I might as well stab it and let it taste death to see how many times it beats per minute in the face of true death!

“Thump!”

Seemingly sensing Leon's 'killing intent,' Crimson Heart suddenly pulsed violently, its originally steady rhythm faltering for a moment.

He wants to attack me?

Feeling the determination in Leon's heart, if Crimson Heart had a face and mouth, it would probably laugh out loud… Are humans these days so overconfident? Threatening a Pillar God's heart with force is like spitting at the sky!

Sensing Leon's soul strength, finding it only at the ordinary level of barely crossing the threshold of True God, Crimson Heart couldn't help but curl its non-existent lips, directly increasing the difficulty of the prepared third question, and impatiently said:

“Last question. Blood is a bond, a heritage, a continuation. For most living beings, whether it's wealth, power, status, talent, or even strength itself, it can be passed down through blood.

But now you must tell me one thing that is inherited more and longer than blood, and what is inherited through it is more valuable than wealth, status, talent, and strength… Come, tell me your answer!”

A more 'advanced' inheritance than blood?

After hearing Crimson Heart's third question, Leon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise… Not because the question was difficult, but because it seemed too simple.

“It's ideology.”

Without hesitation, Leon gave the answer seriously:

“The wealth and status passed down by bloodlines can only belong to a small number of people, but a great idea and ideology can reach all souls that agree with it.”

“Wrong!”

Faced with Leon's answer, Crimson Heart couldn't help but sneer, then refuted with a hint of mockery:

“A better inheritance than blood is memory. When I was the Supreme Four Pillar Gods, the four things I took from your human ancestors were 【Lifespan】【Connection】【Creation】and 【Inheritance】, and the inheritance was the inheritance of memories.

Memory is a river older than blood. For you who still possessed the inheritance of memories at that time, the drowned became epics, the survivors turned into epitaphs, everyone was a recorder of ancestors, and would be recorded by their descendants. This is true inheritance.

As for the ideology you speak of… Hehe, after losing the ability to inherit memories, you humans spend half your lives just learning the knowledge of your predecessors, becoming worse generation by generation. Now you can't even answer such superficial questions correctly.

Alright, your answer is too bad, not worth even half a heartbeat. You haven't even reached the minimum standard, you are not qualified for me to do things for you, you can get lost!”

My answer isn't worth even half a heartbeat?

Faced with Crimson Heart, which actively shrank back into the keyhole and even restrained its blood energy, Leon couldn't help but fall into silence.

Seeing that his conversation with Crimson Heart seemed to have broken down, the Taurus Director couldn't help but sigh, gently patting Leon's back, then comforting him softly:

“It doesn't matter. Although it is just a heart, it also inherited the Supreme Four Pillar Gods'… Leon? What are you doing?”

“Its answer sounds good, but I think my answer is better.”

Stopping the Taurus Director from closing the keyhole, Leon took out the Tailor's Silver Dagger and earnestly requested:

“Your Excellency Taurus, please delay closing the door a little longer, give me a chance to convince it.”

Faced with Leon, who was still 'stubborn,' Crimson Heart, which had already calmed down, couldn't help but pulse again, then scoffed:

“Let him come! I don't believe he can stab… Ah! Holy crap, you're really stabbing me?”

Otherwise? I pulled out a knife not to stab you, did you think I was going to use it as a mirror?

In the bewildered gazes of the heart and the man, Leon, wielding the Tailor's Silver Dagger, wildly chopped and stabbed at the two-meter-tall Crimson Heart. A large amount of crimson blood spurted out from the cracks, splashing on the ground with a dull sound like stones colliding.

As Leon swung about seventeen or eighteen knives, splitting the huge and tough heart completely in half, a huge, bright red 'water droplet' suddenly pierced through the sky of the Death Realm and plunged into the large lake below the Abyss of Ending with a plop.

This… this is…

“This is the lake below the Abyss of Ending, also the end of death.”

Recognizing the red droplet, which was only the size of a fist, and confirming that it was the Crimson Heart itself, Leon, who had also fallen into the lake, waded over, picked up the fist-sized droplet, and said with ill intent:

“The living dissolve into death, like water disappearing into water… This sentence is a bit difficult to understand, you can understand that I have mastered the truth about death. My will exists at the end of death. Here, I want to completely erase your existence, as simple as drinking a mouthful of water.”

“You… you…”

“You have two paths to choose from.”

Rubbing the somewhat sticky red 'water droplet,' Leon announced seriously:

“One is to be swallowed by me, completely dissipate, and return to the world. The other is to admit that my answer is correct, and then honestly help me with my affairs.”

“You… your answer?”

“Ideology is a higher-level inheritance than blood.”

Repeating his point of view, Leon kneaded the droplet in his hand, which was beating at least two hundred times a minute, and said with a smile:

“I won't talk about big principles. Let's take the present as an example… You and I have no blood connection, so naturally, there can be no blood inheritance. But as long as you don't want to be killed by me, you have to agree with my point of view, which is equivalent to accepting my ideology.

Therefore, ideological inheritance is more advanced than blood inheritance. Do you think I'm right?”