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Chapter 59 The Ultimate Humiliation! The Olympian God of War, Responsible for Cleaning the Outhouse!

The deathly silence within the Egyptian temples went completely unnoticed by Lin Fan, who was far away in the East.

He's busy right now.

With his hands on his hips, he stood in the yard, looking every bit like a foreman, inspecting the skills of these "foreign workers" one by one.

"Hey, you, the one with hair longer than my wife, I'm talking to you!"

Lin Fan raised his hand and pointed at Shaka, who was pulling weeds.

"Who told you to work with your eyes closed? Are you trying to meditate with me here?"

"I told you to pull the weeds, not to use magic to make them disappear! Look down, where's the mortar in the cracks between the tiles? It's still there! Use those precious fingernails of yours to scrape it clean, bit by bit!"

Shaka's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He was hailed as "the man closest to God," and his every move was untouched by worldly dust.

But now, he wants to use those hands, which were only meant to pluck the strings of the world's laws, to dig into the filthy cracks between the bricks.

An emotion called "humiliation" pierced his calm and still heart like a sharp thorn.

"And you, you big guy!"

Lin Fan's gaze then swept over Aldebaran, who was chopping wood.

The Taurus Saint worked diligently, his hands moving swiftly and decisively, splitting the massive logs piled in the yard. He chopped the firewood quickly and neatly.

Lin Fan walked over in a few steps and slapped him on the arm.

"Who told you to chop it with your hands?"

"Do you think this is some kind of performance where someone breaks a boulder on their chest? A broken hand counts as a work injury? Let me tell you, I didn't buy you any insurance!"

As he spoke, he shoved a rusty axe into Aldebaran's large hand.

"Use this, see? Use this to chop!"

Lin Fan then pointed to several koi carp slowly swishing their tails in the water tank next to him and warned:

"Also, be careful when you're chopping. If a splinter gets inside, I'll turn you into fish food to feed them. These fish are worth much more than that piece of junk you're wearing."

Aldebaran looked down at the rusty axe in his hand that seemed like it would fall apart with the slightest force, then at his own palm blade that could split mountains and shatter rocks. For the first time, a thought called "confusion" arose within his massive body.

He got it.

Using great strength to accomplish simple tasks is a superficial form of showing off.

Using the most primitive and clumsy tools to perform repetitive labor is to temper a restless heart and to achieve a state of returning to simplicity.

Is this the mysterious "spiritual practice" of the East?

This great being truly had good intentions!

Lin Fan gave each of the Gold Saints a good scolding, thoroughly enjoying his role as a foreman.

Finally, his gaze fell on the crooked tree in the corner of the yard.

Ares, the god of war, was still bound, with half a steamed bun stuffed in his mouth, his eyes vacant, looking like he had been completely ruined.

"Alright, you look rather pathetic."

Lin Fan walked over, casually untied the rope, and also took the steamed bun out of his mouth.

Ares regained his freedom, but his body suddenly shrank back. His hands and feet had been bound for too long, and a piercing, tingling sensation almost made him kneel down.

He looked at Lin Fan in horror, his eyes no longer holding any of the arrogance of a war god, only pure fear.

This man is a devil.

"What...what do you want me to do?"

He asked in a hoarse voice, already prepared to endure any form of torture.

"Go," Lin Fan said, raising his chin and pointing to the lonely little wooden house in the far corner of the yard, "clean it up."

Ares looked in the direction he was pointing.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, carrying a yellowish stench that was a mixture of stale, musty smells and the fermentation of some unknown substance. This stench condensed into a visible cloud of yellow air and precisely entered his nostrils.

That's... the outhouse!

Ares's face instantly changed from deathly pale to ashen, and then from ashen to deathly gray.

"No!"

He let out a shrill, inhuman roar.

"I am the God of War of Olympus! I wield the power of slaughter and glory!"

"You want me to pull weeds? Fine! You want me to chop wood? Fine! But this... this..."

Ares pointed at the small wooden house that exuded an overwhelming aura of malevolence, his whole body trembling violently, his eyes bloodshot.

"Kill me!"

"I, Ares! I would rather die in Ragnarok than...never set foot in that place!"

Faced with the God of War's hoarse roar, Lin Fan simply picked at his ear.

He curled his lip and looked at Ares with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

"Oh? You still have the energy to shout?"

"Looks like they're full from the steamed buns they ate earlier."

"Okay, I'll give you an extra hour. You're not allowed to eat until you finish washing it twice."