Chapter 1387: Chapter 1234: One of the Few Sane Ones

Not much left! The time left is not much!

While Leon is in a dream within a dream, continuously extracting information from the Three Pillar Gods, a figure in a black robe riding on a donkey is frantically galloping through the vast star realm towards reality.

"Uh—uh— (Slow down, stop swaying!)"

In the midst of the distinctive donkey’s calls, the Hanging Star Dominator kicked the black-robed figure underneath with its right hind hoof, slightly discontented as it questioned:

"Is this how one acts as a steed? The feed I ate this morning is about to be jolted out by you!"

"Shut up!"

Upon hearing the donkey’s voice on his back, the Graveyard Dominator, shrouded in a black robe, responded angrily:

"I just lost a bet once, since when did I become your mount?"

"All the same, all the same."

Leisurely swaying its donkey hooves, the donkey Dominator on the back of the Graveyard Dominator laughed and said:

"Whether you lost a bet or whatever, in any case, you’ve promised that as long as we want to go to the same place, you’ll let me ride on top~"

"But that doesn’t mean I’m your steed!"

"No worries, in my heart you already are."

"..."

I can’t be bothered to talk to you!

Understanding the erratic temperament of the Hanging Star Dominator, the Graveyard Dominator took a deep breath and decided to ignore it, continuing to head in the direction of the "source of pollution".

Unfortunately, some things can’t be avoided by playing dead. Though the Graveyard Dominator was too angry to speak, the brainless donkey on his back didn’t want to end the conversation.

"Hey, mount!"

With a slight twist of its donkey backside, finding a relatively comfortable spot on the Graveyard Dominator’s shoulder, the Hanging Star Dominator curiously asked:

"Once we get to the other side, what do you plan to do? Directly go head-to-head with Number 3?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Probably... not?"

The Graveyard Dominator pondered for a moment, then shook his head with a complex tone:

"Death is the most unpolluted root. If death becomes unbalanced, everything will be thrown into chaos, and Number 3 polluting death on such a large scale, my usual approach would be to first subdue him, pull him thoroughly into death before talking about anything else.

But right now, Number 1 has gathered so many roots and created such a vast death in one go, if we don’t find a way to stop her, I’m worried that even I as the embodiment of death will get swallowed by her, and stopping her will require Number 3’s power, so I still want to talk to Number 3 first..."

Tsk... boring.

After hearing the ally’s reply devoid of any fun, the Hanging Star Dominator’s donkey face drooped and they grumbled:

"You’re the Dominator of Death, Number 3’s pollution of death is not only a provocation against you, it’s almost like trying to dig up your roots! Can’t you be more aggressive and just go after him directly?"

"If I get aggressive and fight Number 3, what about Number 1? Can you beat her?"

"Not afraid."

The Hanging Star Dominator confidently replied:

"You and Number 3 are basically one alive and one dead, no matter who of you gets taken down, the remaining one’s power will skyrocket from controlling life and death. If I team up with the one who remains, we’d be sure to fend off or even defeat Number 1."

"..."

What kind of nonsense is that? If Number 3 loses, that’s one thing, but if I lose, wouldn’t I just be dead for nothing?

Bothered by the Hanging Star Dominator’s "perfect" plan, the black robe of the Graveyard Dominator fluttered twice and he complained with extreme exasperation:

"So you’re not planning to help me? We’re allies!"

"I’m allies with Number 3 too."

How is that the same?

Amused by his ally’s nonsense, the Graveyard Dominator couldn’t help but ask:

"We’ve been working together for so long, shouldn’t you side with me and help me deal with Number 3?"

"That’s not the case."

The Hanging Star Dominator shook his head upon hearing this, answering seriously:

"I’ve worked with Number 1 even longer than you. If what you said about long cooperation means siding with you, then I should team up with Number 1 now."

"..."

Right, sure! You dumb donkey!

After hearing the Hanging Star Dominator’s "clear logic", the Graveyard Dominator couldn’t help but take another deep breath, a genuine smile of pain appearing under the black robe.

If there were another choice, he genuinely wouldn’t want this donkey for an ally. However, for reasons unknown, among those who became remnants of the root, it feels like none of them has a normal mind.

Number 1 is a obsessive maniac aiming to complete their ultimate mission, this donkey is a fool who would risking life just to have fun, Number 3 appears to be a cannibal madman, Number 5 and 6 one is a demon obsessed with killing, the other a hypocritical ambitious person with high expectations but low competence.

The trouble lies even further with Number 7, who was eaten. He’s a psychopath who eradicated all his clan members, Number 8 is arrogant enough to wish he could have eyes on top of his head, Number 9 wasn’t even seen before vanishing, Number 10 is a recluse who hasn’t spoken a word in decades, and the ones after them all have their individual issues.

Though this donkey may not be reliable, it’s far better than a madman. While it might be frivolous, at least it wouldn’t want a bite to taste. Among the matching freaks of remnants of the root, this donkey might be, oddly enough, the most reliable one.

Even if it keeps fanning the flames, the fact that it left the Hanging Horn Star Gorge to follow me to reality is probably because it’s worried that I might not reach any agreement with Number 3, and intends to intervene, or mediate somehow...right?