She entered the Space.
Inside the Space, it was as peaceful and serene as ever, a stark contrast to the outside world.
The air here was fresh, carrying the fragrance of soil and plants.
However...
"Good lord, it stinks!!"
Seraphina had just gotten her footing.
Moe, who had been leisurely directing its subjects not far away, let out a sharp shriek as if its tail had been stepped on.
Its fur stood on end as it turned into a blur, instantly putting several meters between itself and Seraphina.
It clutched its nose, staring back at her in a state of shock.
The look of disgust in its little eyes was practically overflowing.
Seraphina: ???
Moe’s soul-crushing question came directly through their Spirit Link: "Master, what happened to you?! Why do you smell like that? The stench is absolutely unreal!"
Seraphina sighed and took off her Anti-Poison Mask, about to take a deep breath of the fresh air in her Space.
Just then, she heard clucking from the direction of the chicken coop.
Tubbs tilted its head, its beady little Eye filled with confusion.
Tubbs: "Bawk bawk? Honey, what kind of earth-shattering catastrophe do you think the master went through? It’s like she’s been pickled in pure stink?!"
Chubbs, looking all worldly-wise, flapped its wings. "Bok bok! Who knows? The master is always going to weird places. But, wifey,"
Its tone shifted as it tried to show its deep affection. "Even if you got pickled in stink, I, Chubbs, would love you forever! I’d never find you disgusting!"
Tubbs’s feathers instantly ruffled. It leaped up and started smacking Chubbs’s head with its wings.
"BOK BOK!! Are you looking for a death wish?! Cursing me to get pickled in stink? Do you have a craving for roast chicken or something?! If you do, I’ll turn you into soup tonight!!"
As it spoke, the Flame on Tubbs’s body flared up.
Seraphina: "..."
A few dark lines appeared on her forehead.
’I’ll definitely have to make Chubbs experience the power of the Junkheap Ruins for itself later.’
Okay, she had to admit it. Even though she had worn the Anti-Poison Mask, after spending so much time outside—being held hostage, the interrogation—it was inevitable that the stench of the outside world had clung to her.
And the smell was extremely stubborn and overwhelming. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say she had been "pickled in it."
Even after taking off the mask, she herself could smell an indescribable, complex stench clinging to her clothes and hair.
’Perfect. I was interrupted earlier. Now I can finally try out the Abilities of the Cleaner Profession in peace.’
Seraphina focused her mind, calmed her breath, and activated the professional Skill belonging to the Cleaner.
"Clean Bubble!"
As she used the Skill, something wondrous happened.
The palms of her hands seemed to turn into two small bubble machines, and countless white, dense bubbles with a soft sheen frothed out with a series of POOFs.
The foam rapidly multiplied and expanded.
As if alive, it gently enveloped her entire body.
In just a moment, Seraphina was completely cocooned in the white bubbles.
The other creatures in the Space all looked over, curious about what was happening.
Wrapped in these warm bubbles, which carried the faint, clean scent of soap, Seraphina felt as if every pore on her skin was breathing.
The clinging stench and sticky, unknown grime seemed to be gently broken down and stripped away by the bubbles.

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