Chapter 955 Ointment
Chapter 955 Ointment (Part )
Welcome to visit... Why do I feel that what you mean is more like welcome to "participate"?
Looking at the chilling hell drawings on the brochure, as well as the detailed rules for imprisonment and the trial regulations for prison division according to crime, Director Ophiuchus opened his mouth again and said weakly:
"You...you've gone a little too far?"
"Did you pass? It seems to be okay, right?"
After taking a half step forward and glancing at the bloody scene on the brochure, Leon blinked and said:
"I think the greatest significance of this thing is not punishment, but a potential deterrent. When people know that such a thing exists, it is enough to curb most evil thoughts.
In addition, it is rather troublesome to bring living people into the realm of the dead for a visit, but it is very simple to dream. After everything is open by the end of the year, I plan to try to arrange a group of nightmares to let the newly appointed officials have a short dream for a week in a row to see what the deterrent effect is.
Of course, deterrence alone is not enough without rewards. However, the construction of the Hell Branch has just begun, and rewards need to be gradually followed up. At present, the only thing we can provide is personal safety insurance for outstanding individuals. If they die from overwork while on duty, they can be resurrected."
"..."
“Also, theoretically speaking, the Eighteen Levels of Hell are just for scaring people. But if the warning is this strong and the corresponding welfare policies are in place, and people are still tempted to take action, then it’s not impossible to squeeze some people in.
According to the current situation, I really can't fully supervise everyone while they are still alive, but after the parties die of old age, I have a fairly complete set of accountability methods here... Don't look for it, your situation is not in this eighteenth level."
Looking at Director Ophimosis, who was holding the "Trial Regulations on Criminal Stratification" and flipping through it, with his eyes almost glued to it, Leon said with a smile:
"The current eighteen levels of hell are only designed to deal with 'normal' serious crimes. For a special case like yours that is unprecedented, you are eligible for an additional single room. Then you can go directly to the nineteenth level."
"..."
"Why are you looking at me? The twelve directors of the Cleanup Bureau have thirteen people, so my eighteen levels of hell have a nineteenth level. Doesn't that make sense?"
As Director Sheifu looked at him with fear for the first time, Leon reached out and patted him on the shoulder twice, secretly rubbing Director Sheifu's excited heart, and then promised with a smile:
"If you die someday, I will go and see you. I already have the power of [Fear], and Senior Emma has recently supervised the construction of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, and is about to condense the power of [Punishment].
Given the unprecedented 'merits' you've committed in the past, it's worth it for both of us to work together to build a single-person hell just for you, where you'll stay until the death realm is destroyed."
"..."
Damn it... forget it! If I really have to die someday, I would rather explode my soul than go to your place!
"Just a friendly reminder, it's useless even if you commit suicide."
The pupils and whites of his eyes instantly turned black and white, revealing the unique aura of the 49.9% Lord of the Dead. Leon, whose color slowly faded, smiled in the shocked eyes of Director Ophiuchi:
"After I conquered the entire realm of the dead, I gained the ability to go to the end of death below the Cliff of the End. Even if you cut your soul into a thousand pieces, you will eventually report there.
So committing suicide early is nothing more than a nuisance to me. As long as I am willing to spend some time collecting the pieces of you, I can still piece them together and then find a way to drag you back for punishment... Hehe, I have strayed from the topic a little bit."
After pulling the "Welcome to the Underworld Branch" out from the stiff fingers of Director Shefu, Leon weighed the not-so-thin brochure and asked with a smile:
"By the way, let me ask you, can this change the present world?"
As Leon asked, the deep sanctuary where the two were was slightly lit up, and Director Ophiuchus' lips moved up and down uncontrollably, squeezing out words from between his teeth: "Maybe... I can... but you are... forcing..."
"Snapped!"
After searching in the mirror world for a while and finding the communicator developed by the scholars of the Kingdom of Korok, Leon slapped it on the brochure and asked:
"Can this plus this change the present world?"
"Or... yes... but only... on one hand..."
"Snapped!"
After taking out William's old textbook and smashing it on the communicator, Leon, who wanted to recreate the famous scene, couldn't help but ask with a look of joy:
"What if we add this? After we train all the people, can we completely change the world?"
"Probably... maybe... but it's just... your assumption..."
Tsk... not cooperating at all.
It’s over…it’s really over this time!!!
Just as Leon was taking back the props and regretting that he failed to COS the last question successfully, the clothes on the back of "Prince Vernon" had already uncontrollably seeped out large patches of wet marks.
Ointment! The ointment from the deep sanctuary is coming out!
Looking up at the white droplets hanging above him and smelling the strange fragrance that was slowly beginning to permeate him, Director Snakeman's soul couldn't help but curl up, trying desperately to avoid being soaked by the ointment.
It’s a pity that the characteristic of the power of justice is "fairness" in the absolute sense. One must first obey "justice" oneself before having the ability to influence others with it.
In order to be able to exert influence on Leon in turn, Director Ophiuchus has already placed his own [justice] in the Deep Sanctuary in advance, blending it with the ointment condensed over thousands of years. He has already lost the qualification to escape, and even escape has become a luxury.
No! This won't do!
Even though Director Ophiuchus tried his best to resist, the ointment that was the embodiment of the idea was still uncontrollably dripping under the influence of his heart, like some kind of ancient water torture, dripping on his forehead and continuously seeping deeper into his soul.
I can't continue this topic! At least in terms of the Thirteen Kingdoms, there is absolutely no chance that I can beat him!
But if I can't refute his words, then I will become the "anointed" one! As long as he doesn't go against his words, I will become his "believer" in return! And he just said...
He wants to give me a single room in the nineteenth level of hell and make me stay there until the world is destroyed!
……
"I...I admit that your method...may have the potential to change the world!"
Gritting his teeth and giving a positive answer, after reluctantly agreeing with Leon's idea, Director Ophiopogon resisted the sudden surge of ointment on his head while shouting in a hoarse voice:
"But your idea of the Cleanup Bureau... is absolutely wrong! Without the Cleanup Bureau, humanity will be finished!"
(End of this chapter)