Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

March 7th was still pulling her along when he heard this and instinctively turned around to look.

Then her expression immediately turned to horror.

"That, that's... a mop?!"

"It's a divine weapon."

Xing corrected her.

"Look at the texture of this wooden handle, and the way the cloth strips are wrapped."

Based on my years of experience opening treasure chests, this is at least a three-star weapon.

"You call that a weapon?!"

"Of course. Although it looks simple, these unassuming pieces of equipment often hold surprises."

The sound of March 7th has already split:

"A surprise?! You call that a surprise?!"

"You can't tell what's stuck to that mop head, can you?"

Xing looked down and carefully examined the top of the mop, then looked up, her expression still excited:

"I know, it's poop."

Xing glanced down at the clump of cloth at the top of the mop, from which an unknown liquid was still dripping.

"But don't you think that's very strong?"

Think about it carefully: the mop covered in poop is just a container; the real power lies in the poop itself.

On ancient battlefields, warriors would coat their weapons with the most vicious curses.

Shit is the ultimate form of curse.

So this isn't just any ordinary mop; it's an enchanted legendary weapon!

March 7th huddled behind Qi Ye, only half her head showing, and opened her mouth in a collapsed voice:

"How on earth do you make such a reasonable point about a mop covered in poop?"

I almost believed it. No—you need to throw that thing away right now!!!

"Don't throw it away. This is from a treasure chest; it's bound to be top-quality."

As Xing spoke, she took another step forward.

He gripped the mop handle in his right hand, adopting a perfectly standard spear-wielding stance, his eyes blazing.

"With this mop, I will sweep the entire lower level clean!"

March 7th's mind underwent an unprecedented logical storm.

Finally, she turned abruptly and ran towards the edge of the square:

"I don't know you! I'm not with you! What kind of good person would use a mop covered in poop as a weapon!"

Xing was chasing after her:

Why are you running away? I haven't finished speaking yet!

I named it "Impure World Reincarnation"!

"Don't come any closer!"

"Could you take a look at this for me? It's not like it's in the middle of anything!"

March 7th runs even faster.

Qiye stood still, watching this scene unfold.

He watched as Xing proudly chased March 7th all over the square, holding a mop covered in some unknown yellow substance.

The screams of March 7th echoed back and forth in the alleyways.

His lips twitched.

A person who has died fifty times, what hasn't he seen?

But he had never actually seen this before.

His lips began to twitch, progressing from slight spasms to noticeable tremors.

A person who has died fifty times has experienced everything.

But I've never experienced this before.

At that moment, his brain completely abandoned all rational struggle.

Hold on to failure.

The accumulated energy has been cleared.

Reason: Humans haven't evolved for millions of years just to withstand this.

[Mental Illness Experience Card activated. Experience content:]

The host will think of themselves as a dumping ground for the rest of the day.

Before the smile on Qi Ye's face could even bloom, it instantly switched to a serene expression.

He looked down at his hands, then at the rusty trash can in the corner.

A sense of belonging that he had never felt before suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He strode over to the trash can, turned around, and leaned his back against it.

Then slowly squat down, placing your hands properly on your knees.

He squatted there quietly, like a piece of street furniture forgotten by time.

Until Xing ran past him carrying a mop that was still dripping an unknown liquid.

His gaze fell on the mop in Xing's hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The top of that mop was covered with all sorts of trash residue, his kind.

They were his kind, whom he had lost contact with for many years.

He is a morally upright dregs.

He should take the initiative to recycle any trash he sees; that is his mission as a trash can.

He started walking towards the star, but after two steps, he stopped.

He felt that he shouldn't walk on his feet; trash cans should be rolled or pushed around.

So he adjusted his posture and, with the rhythm of a rolling wheel, shuffled toward the star.

Xing looked at him, a rare look of confusion on her face:

"……What are you doing?"

"I'm rolling."

Qi Ye explained as she moved.

"The trash can rolls. How come you didn't even know that?"

But you have legs.

"That's just decoration."

Qiye carefully corrected her.

"High-end trash cans come with decorations."

Qi Ye shuffled over to Xing.

Looking up at the mop in her hand, his gaze was as intense as if he were seeing a long-lost relative.

"That's mine." He held out his hand. "Give it to me."

Xing looked down at the mop in her hand, then at Qi Ye's serious expression:

"This is my personal weapon, why should I give it to you?"

"It's garbage."

"I am the trash can. Trash belongs to the trash can, that's only natural."

March 7th ran back from afar, panting, and stopped beside the two of them:

"Don't give it to him! He's finally gone mad!"

"I'm not crazy."

Qiye turned to look at March 7, her expression serious.

"I'm a trash can. Trash cans eat trash, what's wrong with that?"

"That's poop on it!!"

"That's also a type of garbage."

Qi Ye was perfectly justified.

"Trash cans shouldn't be picky. A picky trash can isn't a good trash can."

March 7th, mouth agape, turned to look at Xing: "Say something!"

Xing paused for a second. Then she looked down at the mop in her hand.

He glanced at Qiye again, a hint of eager anticipation flashing in his eyes:

"...What he said actually makes sense."

"Where is your logic?!"

"Trash cans should indeed collect trash. That's professional ethics."

"You're insane too!!"

Qiye had already reached out and grabbed the other end of the mop handle.

He pulled hard towards him, and Xing instinctively pulled back a little.

The two started a mini tug-of-war.

"Let go," Qi Ye said. "I'm the trash can, this trash is mine."

"But I got this from a treasure chest."

Xing said seriously.

"According to the Adventurers' Guild's rules, the loot from opening a chest belongs to the person who opened it."

"Trash is not the responsibility of the Adventurers' Guild; it is the responsibility of the sanitation system."

"Are you in the sanitation system?"

"I am a trash can, and trash cans are frontline employees of the sanitation system."

March 7th stood to the side, watching the two men argue with serious expressions over a mop covered in poop.

She felt like she was being pressed onto an absurdly fast-forwarding media player, unable to even press pause.

Then she remembered Danheng, who was the only normal person in the group.

Danheng must have a way.

She took a deep breath and decided to try a different approach to solve the problem at hand.

Since Qiye considers himself a dumping ground, let's go along with him.

"Qiye, no, Mr. Trash Can."

Qi Ye and Xing both turned to look at her.

"I was rude just now."

On March 7th, he straightened his back and tried his best to maintain a serious expression.

"You're right, you're the trash can, and trash cans should indeed recycle trash. But..."

Qi Ye looked at her, waiting for what she would say next.

"But! The trash can can't be moved!"

March 7th points to the ground.

"Real trash cans are fixed in one place."

Have you ever seen a trash can that walks around by itself?

A trash can that can move on its own is called a mobile garbage truck; it's a completely different job from a trash can!

Qi Ye was stunned.

He looked down at his feet, then at the trash can next to him.

The rusty iron bucket remained motionless in its place.

He frowned slightly, as if he were seriously considering the question.

Then he loosened the mop handle and wobbled back to the trash can.

Leaning against the barrel, I slowly squatted down, placed my hands neatly on my knees, and then remained motionless.

"You're right." Qi Ye nodded. "The trash can really can't be touched. I broke the rule."

March 7th let out a long sigh of relief.

Then she turned to look at Xing:

"You! Throw that mop away! Now! Right now!"

"I won't throw it away."

This is an epic-level piece of equipment. Look at that layer of coating on it; it's clearly been waxed.

Why put wax on poop?!

On March 7th, Xing was dragged and pulled towards the edge of the square, with Xing still tightly gripping the mop handle with one hand.

On March 7th, I felt like I was dragging a dog that was possessive of its food.

She took a few steps and then looked back.

Qi Ye was still squatting next to that trash can, like a contemplative sculpture.

She forced out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"Go find Danheng. He'll definitely have a solution."

"What can Danheng do?"

Xing was dragged along by her. "He's not a doctor."

"But he's a normal person! A normal person is always more reliable than two lunatics!"