It felt that it had "desecrated" the sacred land.
But soon, a round, amazing box floated over with a whirring sound— not only did it clean away the mud, it circled around Tear Flesh and sprayed a peculiar mist that cleaned the dirt off its body.
"Ha, Creator's little pet, quite magical, right?"
Leaning on a metal magic wand, the Psychic sneered at Tear Flesh,
"These little things are in every Creator's Land, they are some kind of preset Spiritual Energy items in charge of cleaning trash. I've tried dismantling a few broken ones, but I couldn't even find where they were put together.
I dare say, even the best mechanic from Shaldo University of Craftsman wouldn't know where to begin."
"This is a Divine Spirit's object; it's only natural that mortals shouldn't touch or understand it."
Tear Flesh snorted.
It wasn't surprised by this.
In its worldview, even a roll of toilet paper next to a true Divine Spirit would be a "sacred item" not meant for mortals to touch.
