redvbooks Chapter 114 Loki resigns in tears, and two Gold Saints fight over brooms!
Chapter 114 Loki resigns in tears, and two Gold Saints fight over brooms!
Looking at Loki's serious, even somewhat sacred, appearance, Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for words.
In all his years, this was the first time he had ever seen anyone make such a solemn ceremony out of being "fired."
Do we still need to hand over our work?
Do we also have to return company property?
When did my courtyard house become so formal? How come I, the owner, didn't even know?
Are you crazy?
Lin Fan couldn't hold back any longer and blurted it out.
"It's just a broken broom. It's five yuan a broom at the corner store. Take it if you like, or throw it away if you don't."
"Get out of here, don't delay my renovation."
His tone was full of undisguised disdain.
But when Loki heard these words, they were instantly interpreted as having a deeper meaning.
"Sir, you mean...?"
Loki suddenly looked up, and his azure eyes were glistening with tears of emotion.
"Was this broom a severance gift you gave me as a parting present?"
"This...this is far too valuable!"
Loki's voice was trembling.
"It accompanied me through the most profound, darkest, and brightest times of my life! It witnessed my great transformation from an ignorant prince to a glorious worker! I..."
"stop!"
Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine and quickly waved his hand to interrupt him.
"I didn't mean that. Don't overthink it. I just want you to leave now, okay?"
"No!"
Loki's attitude, however, was unusually resolute, even tinged with a sense of tragic grandeur.
"Work handover is a matter of principle! I can't just irresponsibly walk away like this!"
"Otherwise, my resolve in the Dao will be unstable!"
He's now determined to put on a spectacular show of his resignation.
This wasn't just an act for Lin Fan; it was also a way to save face for himself.
I, Loki, was not captured by you to be a laborer.
I accepted a labor dispatch job from Mysterious East to experience life here and temper my mind. Now that my dispatch period has ended, I am honorably leaving!
Yes, that's it!
Lin Fan was completely exasperated by his stubbornness, which was so unyielding that not even nine oxen could pull him back.
He sighed wearily, feeling that dealing with these gods was more tiring than undergoing a heavenly tribulation himself.
"Fine, fine, you want to hand over the work, right?"
Lin Fan pointed to the group of employees around him who were enjoying the spectacle.
"Then who are you handing over to? Look at my place, there are farmers, toilet cleaners, security guards, and construction workers. Which department is in charge of your street sweeping job?"
Upon hearing this, Loki was speechless.
Yes, who should I hand it over to?
He looked pleadingly at the golden security guard, Leo Aiolia, who had previously insulted him.
Aiolia crossed his arms, snorted coldly, and arrogantly turned his head to the side, his eyes and brows screaming "Don't get involved."
Loki then turned his gaze to Ares, the god of war who was carrying a toilet brush.
Ares did return his gaze, but that gaze was filled with blatant contempt, as if to say, "A janitor like you dares to hand over your work to our core cleaning department technicians?"
Loki was completely out of options.
He felt like an intern who had just joined a multinational corporation and was ruthlessly fired before he could even understand the departmental structure diagram.
At this moment, he stood blankly in the center of the office, holding his personal belongings.
"Brother, how about... we just let it go?"
Thor whispered words of advice from the side, feeling as if Loki had been rubbing his face repeatedly on the ground, almost wearing it through.
"No way! Rules are rules!" Loki gritted his teeth, defending his last shred of "decency."
"Ugh, this is such a damn hassle."
Lin Fan scratched his head, now all he wanted was to get rid of these two plagues immediately.
He turned around and shouted loudly at the group of employees who were slacking off and watching the show:
"Hey! What are you all looking at! Have you finished your work? Have you met your KPIs?"
"Now, there is an opportunity for an internal job transfer."
Lin Fan pointed at the broom in Loki's hand and talked nonsense with a straight face.
"The position of storefront cleaner in the alleyway near the entrance is now vacant. Anyone interested can apply for a transfer."
"Let me tell you, this is a top-tier position! If you do well, you'll have direct contact with a large number of external people, broad information channels, which will benefit your understanding of the various aspects of human nature, and you'll get a bonus at the end of the year!"
His words were pure fabrication.
But unexpectedly, no sooner had the words left his mouth than...
Those twelve gleaming gold Saints actually... their eyes all lit up!
"Sir! I believe I am capable of this!"
Mu, an Aries, was the first to step forward. He adjusted his non-existent glasses and analyzed with a serious expression, "My telekinesis can achieve true 'dust-free cleaning,' precisely moving every grain of dust into the trash can. Highest efficiency, lowest energy consumption—this is the optimal solution!"
"Mu, that's a one-sided view."
Scorpio Milo immediately stepped forward, brandishing his sharp, scarlet fingernails.
"Sweeping isn't just about removing dust; it's about eliminating unseen 'garbage.' My scarlet needle can precisely pierce the cracks in the tiles, killing the billions of bacteria and microorganisms that thrive there, achieving true 'deep cleaning'! This job is perfect for me!"
"Your vision is too narrow!"
Virgo Shaka, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, which were said to be the closest to those of a god.
In an instant, the entire alley seemed to brighten up a bit.
"Sweeping is not about sweeping the floor, it's about sweeping your heart."
His voice was ethereal and melodious.
"Every sweep of the broom is a cleansing and wiping away of the dust in one's heart. This is the Zen of sweeping."
"Only someone as serene as me can grasp the true meaning of this, elevating this work from the level of 'technique' to the realm of 'principle.' Therefore, sir, this position is rightfully mine."
"..."
The twelve Gold Saints actually engaged in a heated debate on the spot over a "sweeping" job.
They cited numerous sources, from physics to metaphysics, from efficiency theory to Zen Buddhism, elevating a simple cleaning task to an unbelievable philosophical level.
Thor, listening nearby, nearly dislocated his jaw.
He felt that his already shattered worldview was being grabbed and crushed dozens of times by this group of people at this moment.
These people... these guys who look stronger than Odin are actually arguing heatedly over a sweeping job?
Are all the people in this courtyard mentally ill?
Loki was completely dumbfounded.
He always thought that he was sweeping the floor here, and that he was at the very bottom of the food chain in the entire courtyard.
But now it seems that this position is actually a... hot commodity?
He suddenly felt that the ordinary broom in his hand had become heavy, as if it weighed a ton.
"That's enough!"
Lin Fan's temples throbbed from their noise.
He rubbed his temples, looking utterly dejected.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
He shouted weakly, "Best two out of three! Whoever wins sweeps! Hurry up! Don't make me late for lunch!"
Thus, under the numb and indifferent gazes of Saul and Li Zhenguo...
Twelve golden, god-like men once again formed a circle with practiced ease and extended their right hands.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
The scene was still so sacred and solemn, yet filled with extreme absurdity.
In the end, amidst sighs of regret and lamentations, Virgo Shaka, with a perfect "cloth," wrapped everyone's "stone," winning this precious "job transfer opportunity."
His face showed neither joy nor sorrow. He nodded slightly to the crowd, his eyes calm, as if to say: Look, this is the arrangement of fate.
Then, with steady steps, he walked up to Loki.
Loki looked at the man who exuded an aura of "holiness" and "compassion" and subconsciously took a step back.
Shaka didn't speak, but calmly extended his hands, making a solemn gesture of receiving.
Loki hesitated for a moment, but ultimately handed over the broom.
Shaka accepted the broom with an almost reverent gesture.
He closed his eyes, his fingertips gently brushing across the rough broom handle, as if sensing the lingering "Taoist charm" on it.
Then, he bowed slightly to Loki.
"Thank you, Lord Loki."
Shaka's voice carried a hint of respect.
"You paved the way for us to sweep the floor, and I will inherit and carry forward your spirit."
Loki: "..."
He felt that his brain, the smartest brain in Asgard, was about to burn out due to CPU overload.
He's going crazy.
Thor finally couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed Loki, who was completely petrified and staring blankly, and roared at the phantom in the sky with all his might:
"Heimdall! Open the door! Let's go home!"
A dazzling, seven-colored beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the two brothers.
Thor dragged Loki, who was like a puppet, and charged into the pillar of light without looking back.
A flash of light.
The two disappeared without a trace.
Finally, the alley was completely quiet.