You were given the authority to tame beasts, not to raise unspeakable animals.

Chen Mo pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket. He slowly took out two tissues and repeatedly wiped his spotless cuff.

"Now, immediately."

His long, slender fingers first tapped the messy floor. Then they moved upwards, covering the bewildered Moro in mid-air.

"Trash should go in the trash can. Do I have to teach you?"

The air froze in that instant. Even the sound of breathing was cut off by that invisible sense of oppression.

Immediately afterward, the arrogant S-class monster, Shoggoth, let out a shriek, as mournful as a cub whose tail had been stepped on.

"grumble!!!"

Its retraction was so fast that it left an afterimage on the retina. The overwhelming killing intent originally directed at Chen Mo collapsed completely in that instant, leaving only extreme panic and obsequiousness.

The spikes, sharp enough to pierce steel, quickly softened and collapsed, transforming into a porous structure similar to a sponge.

Then, the black liquid changed direction.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Moro hadn't even recovered from this absurd turn of events. He watched helplessly as his proud creation of God retaliated, like a rabid, ravenous dog.

"No! I am your master! I fed you with my own flesh and blood! How dare you... Ah!!!"

Shoggoth completely shielded himself from this thief who was trying to steal divine authority.

In its singular and linear thought process, the all-powerful head steward became enraged. The reason was simply that the place was too dirty.

And that guy in the red robe who was shouting and yelling was the most conspicuous and annoying stain.

A black wave crashed down, completely engulfing Moro.

There was no room for a struggle; even the act of struggling seemed superfluous.

It's like using a high-powered vacuum cleaner to suck up a tiny speck of dust.

The God Thief Moro, wanted by the Federation for ten years and feared by countless Beast Tamers, couldn't even utter a single syllable. He completely dissolved into that jelly-like body, becoming a wisp of drifting smoke.

Swallowing Moro was just the first step in the cleanup.

Hughes resembled a careless servant eager to make amends for a mistake. He quickly spread out, becoming a black carpet covering the entire hall. Then he began frantically rubbing himself repeatedly on the floor.

Sizzle, sizzle.

The pulsating veins on the wall were ripped off. The acid on the ground was instantly absorbed. Even the enormous bone cauldron was completely engulfed by it. With a teeth-grinding crunch, it was chewed up and swallowed.

Just ten seconds.

The once horrific kitchen, filled with blood, flesh, and stench, was now spotless. The dark red floor shone so brightly that it clearly reflected the stunned faces of everyone present.

After completing all this, the massive mass of black slime collapsed rapidly, finally solidifying into a translucent, deep black jelly the size of a basketball.

It cautiously crawled to Chen Mo's feet. It even sprouted two delicate little tentacles, devoutly brushing away dust that wasn't even on Chen Mo's shoes.

"Chirp~"

It raised its head, its single eye glistening with tears, filled with obsequiousness and humility. It awaited its final judgment. Boss, if you clean it all up, can you spare my life?

A deathly silence pervaded the vast space.

The hound's jaw drooped as if succumbing to exhaustion, its gas mask tilting to one side. The other team members stared blankly, their minds completely blank. Decades of common sense shattered into dust at that moment.

That's Shoggoth?

That abyss monster who just ate an S-class wanted criminal like a snack?

Are you currently kneeling down next to a high school student, wiping their shoes?

So-so.

Chen Mo glanced down at the jelly at his feet. He reached behind him and pulled open the mesh pocket on the side of his backpack, taking out an empty glass jar that had originally been used to hold chili sauce. He had brought it specifically to pack some local specialties from the Abyss back for Xiao Hei to enjoy.

"Come in yourself."

Chen Mo unscrewed the cap, with the bottle opening facing down.

"grumble!"

There was no need to lift a finger. The black jelly on the ground seemed to have heard a pardon from heaven. It eagerly stretched itself into long, thin strips and slipped into the palm-sized glass container with a whoosh.

To prevent itself from being squeezed out, it thoughtfully compressed its body to the extreme. Through the glass wall, you could even see it trying to squeeze out a flattering smile.

Chen Mo tightened the lid and casually shook the special jar of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce.

"It's a bit stupid, but it's passable as a robot vacuum cleaner," he muttered to himself. "It wouldn't be bad to take it back as a stress reliever for Little Black."

He turned around and was met with a series of gazes that seemed to be worshipping a miracle.

Especially hunting dogs.

This usually ruthless adjudicator was now shaking uncontrollably. The fear in his eyes had long since faded, replaced by a fanatical, almost manic worship.

In the hound's brain, an astonishing logical loop is rapidly being constructed.

Those black monsters represent the ultimate filth and evil of the abyss. Even the highest-level holy light magic cannot easily eradicate them.

but!

It was so terrified of Chen Mo! It even took the initiative to purify that heretical bishop in order to atone for its sins!

What does this mean?

This means that the purity of the holy light contained within Chen Mo's body has reached a level so high that evil creatures would feel their souls being burned with just a glance! That has long surpassed the scope of a beast tamer; it is the legendary divine power that walks among mortals!

"A miracle...this is a true miracle..."

The hound stared intently at the pickled vegetable jar containing the S-rank demon in Chen Mo's hand. Its lips trembled. It was as if the jar wasn't just a bottle of chili sauce, but a supreme holy ark sealing away a world-destroying demon king.

"Even the oldest abyssal black mud, under the illumination of your radiance, can only choose to submit and purify itself..."

The hound trembled as he pulled out his encrypted communicator. His fingers, trembling with excitement, repeatedly pressed the wrong keys. But he frantically typed in a line of top-secret code. He had to report this secret, capable of overturning the world's understanding, to the Papal Court immediately!

[Report to the Papal Court! Urgent dispatch from the Hound!]

[Witness a miracle during an S-rank restricted area mission!]

[Target: Chen Mo, suspected to be the reincarnation of the Lord of Light! He moved the Abyss Shoggoth with just a glance, causing him to purify himself and become a pet!]

[Repeating! This is not a beast-taming technique! This is divine grace descending!]

Chen Mo looked at the hunting dog's expression of sudden enlightenment and as if it had ascended to heaven, and felt completely bewildered.

"Captain, are you alright? You're shaking like that, did you inhale some poison gas?"

Chen Mo kindly asked, holding up the can, "Want me to let you take a few puffs of this stuff out? It's only really good at vacuuming."

Upon hearing this, the hunting dog sprang back a step. It shook its head vigorously, its eyes filled with unwavering awe.

Let the demons purified by divine light heal me, a mere mortal?

What a blessing this is! But I am covered in worldly dust; how can I be worthy of such a sacred healing?

"No! No need! Lord Chen Mo... no, Master Chen Mo!"

The hound straightened its back, touched its heels together, and performed a knightly salute of the highest order of the Papacy. "The impurity ahead has been removed; please... please lead the way!"

Chen Mo shrugged and casually stuffed the jar containing the Shoggoth back into the side pocket of his backpack.

"Strange and mysterious."

He muttered something, then led the group, which had completely lost the ability to think, deeper into the palace.

Deep inside his backpack, Little Black, who was digesting the dragon, sensed the new toy. It disdainfully opened one eyelid and gently tapped the glass jar twice with the tip of its tentacle.

Boom, boom.

A crisp sound traveled in. The Shoggoth inside the jar instantly shrank into a hard, black ball, trembling. It didn't dare to make even the slightest ripple of movement.

In this backpack's ecosystem, it's just a little brother used for polishing shoes.