Chapter 462

When the Aquarius Director left the Execution King Assembly meeting, Leon, who had been stepped on by an old familiar… old familiar hound, was also trying hard to take his leave.

“I’ve thought about it and decided not to bother you with your gatekeeping duties…”

Looking up at the three dog heads as big as a round dining table, feeling the breath of death washing over him, Leon couldn’t help but nervously chuckle and negotiate: “You know, it’s still working hours at the Clearing Bureau. If I were to skip work without reason, our Bureau Director would definitely have something to say. So, could you possibly let me…”

“Can’t.”

Before Leon could finish, the Hound God immediately rejected his request without hesitation, then grinned wickedly: “According to the rules of the Deathscape, once you enter, you belong to me! Also, don’t think you can use Blood Princess to pressure me. While I indeed can’t afford to offend her, she wouldn’t dare to truly move against me either.

Don’t underestimate me just because I’m the watchdog of the Deathscape. Without me, not only would heretic worshippers of evil gods be able to come and go as they please, but also a large number of deceased souls filled with resentment would escape back. The entire Present World would descend into chaos, and even the Yellow Path Director of the Clearing Bureau wouldn’t accept such consequences!”

“Ah, yes, that’s true.”

Leon, whose life or rather soul was in someone else’s hands… or should we say dog’s mouth, naturally wasn’t going to put up a fight at this moment. Nodding in agreement with the Hound God, Leon’s soul tried its best to persuade:

“But you don’t need to provoke her, right?

Myself and that woman over there merely had our souls separated due to some treachery and mistakenly entered the Deathscape. Since your duty is to guard the gate and prevent those who shouldn’t enter from doing so… why not let us return?”

“Hmm, she did mistakenly enter, so she can go back.”

After looking at the soul of the Female Journalist, the Three-headed Dog God nodded, then grinned widely, revealing a mouthful of interlocking sharp teeth, and said cheerfully:

“But you can’t leave. You’re going to stay nice and cozy inside my stomach~”

“On what grounds?”

“On the grounds that you were originally supposed to be part of the Deathscape.”

While speaking, the Three-headed Dog God lifted its massive head, indicating for Leon to look at the sky above.

“Normally, living people’s Death-Announcing Crows should all be perched near the entrance in the [Death-Announcing Crow Nest]. Once a soul enters the Deathscape, their crow will awaken and guide them deeper into the Deathscape.”

After explaining this “common knowledge” of the Deathscape, seeing Leon’s somewhat tense expression, the Three-headed Dog God grinned with all three mouths and laughed eerily: “The Deathscape is a place that values rules. Every living soul must have a Death-Announcing Crow circling above their head; no one can avoid this, except in two cases.

One, the person has successfully crossed the boundary and become a True God level existence, in which case their Death-Announcing Crow will fly away early. And the other… is that he has already died long ago, but somehow escaped from the Deathscape!”

“Uh…”

Leon was painfully aware that his soul was essentially a “blacklisted resident.” Watching the ever-expanding and increasingly closer dog mouths, pinned down immovably by the dog claw, Leon could only try to argue: “Could there be… the possibility that I am actually a True God?”

“Ha ha~”

Amused by Leon’s words, the Three-headed Dog God cackled eerily twice, then extended three tongues – black, white, and gray – from each of its mouths, licking Leon harshly. Saliva flowed down like it was free money.

“You’re quite an interesting soul. After eating you, the taste might be similar to those strange-flavored beans. I want to taste you even more now.”

What the hell, you’re not picky at all…

Upon hearing the Three-headed Dog God’s words, drenched in saliva, Leon involuntarily shivered violently, though it wasn’t out of fear of being eaten by the dog, but simply from the cold.

“This… isn’t proper, right?”

Seeing the massive dog mouth gradually approaching again after licking away the stream of saliva, Leon, whose negotiations had failed, could only pray that the Bureau Director noticed something was off soon while trying to stall for time:

“Strange-flavored beans… count as snacks… they’re bad for health. How about… you eat something else instead? Let me go to the depths of the Deathscape myself, okay?

And you said it yourself, the Deathscape values… hiss… values rules. According to the rules, you should let me continue… continue moving inward, rather than eating me outright.”

“Tsk, why do you talk so much?”

Looking at Leon, who was shivering from the cold but still stubbornly refusing to give up, the Three-headed Dog God tsked and said unhappily:

“My job is to guard the gate, preventing things that shouldn’t enter the Deathscape from coming in, and also ensuring that souls that belong here don’t leave. Your type of escaped souls is the biggest violation of my responsibilities, and according to the rules, I should eat you!

Besides, I’m responsible for guarding the entrance to the Deathscape and generally can’t leave my post, but as compensation, when I’m hungry, I have the right to eat any soul I fancy. That’s the rule of the Deathscape, and today if I eat you, no one can say anything!”

“…”

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Shit, looks like I’m really screwed this time.

Watching the Three-headed Dog God, determined to “taste” him regardless of what he said, Leon cursed the fact that he came as a soul instead of his physical body, unable to drop a load directly into the dog’s mouth and give it a proper taste.

“Fine! Rules, right!”

Realizing that today he was likely doomed, Leon could only curse the Aquarius Director in his heart while glaring at the Three-headed Dog God preparing to feast, gritting his teeth and threatening:

“I’ve remembered your rules! This time, I’m unlucky! But when you eat me, remember to chew thoroughly. If there’s even a piece of bone as big as a fingernail left, I’ll tear through your intestines!”

“Heh heh, agreed!”

All three dog heads nodded simultaneously, and the Three-headed Dog God, who was already eager, opened its tooth-filled mouth and forcefully sucked toward Leon, who was pinned down by the dog claw.

“Hold on!”

Just as Leon’s soul began to waver and was about to be “sucked” in by the Three-headed Dog God, a hand glowing with white fluorescence suddenly reached out and grabbed Leon’s rising soul.

???

Facing the bewildered gazes of both human and dog, the Female Journalist with a blood-red deer horn mark on her forehead stood up unsteadily, holding onto Leon’s soul arm.

Pulling Leon back forcefully, her own soul wavering due to the strain of the deer horn mark, looking like she might dissipate at any moment, she still managed to gasp out a request:

“Lord Angesi, if you must eat, eat me. I’m willing to trade places with him!”

(End of Chapter)