Chapter 63

The previously haphazardly arranged furniture in Eren's home now looked as though it had undergone professional optimization, with a far more orderly and efficient layout.

The floors, scuffed and dirty from the comings and goings of numerous police officers, had somehow become spotless and gleaming.

Even the faded and peeling paint on the walls, which bore the marks of age and neglect, had been repaired. While the house still looked a bit old, the cleanliness and tidiness had improved dramatically.

Eren also couldn't help but feel that his home seemed more spacious, though he wasn't sure if it was due to an optical illusion created by the new arrangement.

As he wandered to the second floor, he noticed that even the previously cluttered kitchen countertops were now immaculately organized.

However, next to the refrigerator stood a massive trash can—so large it could easily fit a person inside.

Isn't this the same trash can that used to be in the basement for storing junk? Why is it here in the kitchen now?

Feeling a bit puzzled, Eren reached out to touch the oversized trash can. The moment his hand made contact, a stream of information flooded into his mind:

[Super Trash Can: Capable of consuming and disintegrating all living flesh and souls, transforming them into foundational materials to build and enhance your home.]

[Rating: Hey, want to vent to your trash can, buddy?]

[Note: Careful—it might just eat you!]

Consume? How could a trash can possibly consume anything?

As the thought crossed Eren's mind, the trash can suddenly sprang to life.

Its lid flipped open, revealing rows of jagged teeth. Moving with astonishing speed, it lunged at Eren, swallowing his head in one gulp.

Eren hadn't even had time to react before his head was enveloped by the trash can's gaping maw.

Yet, just as the sharp teeth were about to make contact, they softened and transformed into thick, squishy lips, wrapping snugly around his head.

From the dark, abyss-like interior of the trash can, a massive, slimy tongue emerged, enthusiastically licking Eren's head.

The sensation was akin to being greeted by an overly excited dog that hadn't seen its owner in ages—except much grosser.

Struggling against the sticky, slobbery assault, Eren flailed his arms and legs, eventually managing to wrench his head free.

Panting heavily, he staggered back, only to see the trash can bouncing in place like an eager puppy, ready to pounce again. Panicking, Eren quickly imbued his Venomous Thread with spiritual energy, binding the trash can tightly in place.

Finally catching his breath, Eren wiped the slimy residue off his face.

Curious, he sniffed the substance.

The next second, his stomach churned violently, his face turned pale, and he bolted to the sink, retching uncontrollably.

"Ugh!"

The stench was unbearable.

Disgusting!

The faucet seemed to respond to Eren's discomfort, releasing a gentle stream of water to help him clean up.

After rinsing his head thoroughly, Eren slumped into a dining chair, glaring at the oversized trash can, which now looked like a dejected puppy that had been scolded.

Through their brief encounter, Eren had pieced together the trash can's identity—it was the core of his newly activated house.

The trash can was responsible for breaking down flesh and souls into materials that could strengthen and expand the house. It could also control every aspect of the building, appearing anywhere within it at will.

While it had only licked Eren's head earlier, he was certain that anyone else in his position would have had their head bitten clean off.

In addition to its unsettling abilities, the trash can functioned as a highly advanced security system.

It could identify anyone attempting to enter or leave the house. If it deemed someone unworthy, it could lock all doors and windows, reinforcing them to match the strength of the walls, effectively trapping or barring entry.

Perfect.

Eren's earlier concerns about intruders seemed to melt away as he considered the trash can's capabilities.

Relieved, he softened his gaze and released the Venomous Thread binding the trash can. The thread coiled back around his fingers like a docile pet.

Freed from its restraints, the trash can bounced excitedly, attempting to leap toward Eren again.

"Stop!"

Eren held out a hand, issuing a firm command.

The trash can skidded to a halt, wobbling slightly as it balanced itself in front of him.

Placing a hand on the lid, Eren suddenly realized he could sense the trash can's emotions.

It seemed confused and a little... hurt.

Chuckling at the unexpected connection, Eren patted the lid gently.

The trash can responded with a burst of joy, its cylindrical body twisting and wriggling in delight.

"So, because I created you, I can feel your emotions?"

With this newfound understanding, Eren's expression softened further.

"I suppose you need a name."

Eren pondered for a moment, staring at the bizarre creature.

After much deliberation, he sighed and shrugged. "You're such a weird little thing. Let's just call you 'Little Oddball.'"

"Gwa!"

The trash can let out a raspy, grating sound, spinning in circles on the floor in what seemed to be an attempt at celebrating its new name.

(End of Chapter)

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