After their conversation,
Wang Yimei finally stopped crying, with difficulty she raised her arm to wipe the tears from her eyes, and nodded, looking into the void: "You mean, every monster killed by a player is immediately transported to this space."
"Those powerful janitors will swallow these fresh monster corpses right away, and while there is still the smell of blood, at least there isn't the stench of decay."
"And those janitors pushed to the edges just have to devour monsters that have been killed a while ago, like the Insect Race from the Extraterrestrial Invaders, whose corpses have not been dealt with for so long they are rotten and covered with maggots—all to complete their daily tasks?"
"That's right."
The man floating beside Wang Yimei said nonchalantly, "Like me, I'm a level 6 janitor. Although I can't devour the freshest monster corpses, at least I can ensure that the monster corpses I devour don't have maggots, just a rotten smell."