I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"March 7th! Look! I've found a divine weapon!"

Chapter 52 War God Mop

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 probably some kind of unknown liquid."

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?"

If you think about it carefully, the mop is just a carrier; the real power lies in the unknown liquid on it.

After all, who could possibly guess what this thing is?

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 it sound so reasonable that a mop covered in some unknown substance is being discussed?"

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? I haven't finished speaking yet!

I named it "Impure World Reincarnation"!

"Don't come any closer!"

"Can you take a look at it for me? It's not in the way!"

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 an unknown liquid.

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 right."

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 the problem?"

"Do you even know what kind of garbage is up there?!"

"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 opened her mouth and 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, and this trash belongs to me."

"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 with serious expressions as they fought over a mop that was covered in something.

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 this 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.