Chapter 27: Double meaning
"Formation: Moon-Crescent Flow!" Wesley shouted, mop raised high like a battle standard. "Engage!"
The cleaners stared at him for a beat.
Then chuckled.
One of the older ones, scrubbing a stubborn grime patch, leaned back and laughed. "He thinks this is some sort of a war but his naming the attacks is weird though."
Another cleaner, arms already deep in sudsy water, smirked. "Doesnt matter, he looks like he’s really going all in."
But Wesley wasn’t deterred.
In his mind, they weren’t janitors anymore—they were modern immortal cultivators clad in sleek armor, sleek spirit robes lined with glowing cores of mana.
Their mops were now spirit halberds, their buckets floating spell cauldrons brimming with cleansing Qi.
The arena stretched out like a battlefield, dim with mist, and at each of the 47 designated stain zones, ancient spirit warriors stood frozen in defiance—clad in crumbling robes of forgotten dynasties, long-bearded and clutching cracked celestial weapons.
The enemy looked intimidating.
His squad looked impossibly cool.