Chapitre 1391: Beyond A Tyrant

Ivo was very tempted to run up against the wall and bash his head to death. 

Get out! Get out! 

He wanted those memories out of his head. 

That wasn't it. It was all a dream. 

How could he be a poop cleaner? 

Though they gave him gloves, he was still disgusted by it all. 

He had to take the time and clean the sponges, making them look new. 

He recalled that in the past, he had beheaded a few sponge cleaners because he saw a spec of doo-doo.

But now, he realized how hard it was to keep it clean. 

Of course, he changed sponges monthly. 

And during that time, he expected his sponges to look heavenly. 

As for why he and many portals around the world preferred sponges, many believed that using a strip of clothing wouldn't do the job well. 

Anything that scrubbed harder should remove more dirt, no? 

Typically, they combined the 2.