Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 250 The End of the Visionary
"Am I that strong?"

Milo shrugged.

The Scarlet Witch stared at Milo in silence for five or six seconds.

Finally, he sighed and asked:
"The power of the Visionaries comes from the knowledge, skills, and even sorcery and magic they glean from other undead. They glean from humans, and at most, they can only plunder the abilities of other Visionaries. But you, dear Valrokan, you have just gleaned the memories of an Old One."

"..."

Milo squinted and thought for about ten seconds before he realized what was happening.

But he raised his forearm and shook it, showing the five bloody fingernail marks left by the Scarlet Witch, and said, "I don't feel much stronger."

“You can feel the pure physical strength yourself. I’ll only mention the mental enhancement. You may not realize it yet, but you’ve already mastered a small part of the Glagi’s talent,” the Scarlet Witch explained patiently.

"You mean, injecting some strange liquid into other people's bodies?" Milo muttered nonsensically. "Believe me, I awakened this talent a long time ago."

“I was talking about Dreamlust.” The Scarlet Witch completely ignored Milo’s lewd joke.

“Dream Inspiration?” Milo frowned.

"You'll need to experience and practice it yourself," the Scarlet Witch said calmly. "As a visionary who can't be dream-guided, you may not know what it feels like to be dream-guided. But the good news is that after today, half of the residents of Nanwei City will have experienced a brief dream-guided experience. You can get some clues from them to help you develop this ability."

"So, even if they don't die, I can still see their memories?" Milo's eyes lit up.

"Dream on." The Scarlet Witch immediately poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"You were able to peek into Geraki's memories because it directly contacted you in its true form. Dream induction merely awakens the memories of other beings, thereby distorting and reorganizing those memories to achieve hypnotic and guiding effects. It is fundamentally different from peeping."

"Hypnosis, is that right?" Milo asked thoughtfully.

He recalled the eerie scene he had witnessed earlier in the middle of the river—all the passersby stood on both sides of the canal as if in a trance…

“It’s far more profound than hypnosis.” The Scarlet Witch shook her head. “Dream Induction is an ability possessed by all Great Old Ones. Don’t underestimate it. Powerful Great Old Ones can kill people in this way. Unlike the destruction of the physical body, this destroys a living being from the depths of the soul. In comparison, it is far more cruel.”

"So ruthless?" Milo seemed thoughtful.

"Develop with caution, use with caution." The Scarlet Witch suddenly became somewhat strange, as if she had realized something, and cautioned Milo:

"No spy has ever escaped the gaze of the Great Old Ones alive. You are the first I know of. Remember, even the most inferior spells can bewitch the mind, let alone the innate abilities of the Great Old Ones. Guard your heart... We have no way of knowing how the Great Old Ones were born and evolved in the long past, but perhaps... perhaps they were once just ordinary beings? This is the greatest warning I can offer you as your guide. Guard your heart."

The Scarlet Witch's words sent a chill down Milo's spine.

“You said that after a Spirit Visionist passes through the Nightmare and Spying stages, countless abilities will be developed, depending on what we glimpse and the scriptures we come into contact with, right?” Milo asked, taking a deep breath.

“Yes,” the Scarlet Witch nodded.

"So, what will happen when the path of the Visionary comes to an end?" Milo looked calmly at the Scarlet Witch.

The other party shook their head:

"This road has no end."

“Perhaps…” Milo muttered, but he still didn’t voice the terrible thought that was in his mind.

Perhaps, the path of the Visionary leads to the Dominator?

But clearly, this is a question that the Scarlet Witch cannot answer.

That's not something Milo needs to worry about at this stage.

He was far from qualified to contemplate such profound and ancient mysteries.

"Okay, let's leave that question at that."

Milo waved his hand and continued, "I have a few stalkers behind me ready to bite me to death at any moment. Is it possible that once my Dream Attraction ability is developed to its limit, I can kill them directly?"

"Impossible." The Scarlet Witch answered Milo's question crisply.

“Alright, then I’ll stop daydreaming.” Milo nodded. “So, assuming I don’t encounter any other Spirit Visioners and have no chance to plunder, is archaeology my only option? After all, ancient evil tomes might be buried underground.”

“Didn’t you just meet an investigator from Miskatonic University?” the Scarlet Witch reminded her.

"You mean, that university is hiding evil scriptures?" Milo's eyes lit up.

The Scarlet Witch didn't even bother to nod.

“Understood.” Milo nodded, his mind already racing, figuring out how to swindle those books from Investigator C.

……

"Don't forget the most important thing: you offered communion, and I have no reason not to reciprocate."

As the Scarlet Witch spoke, she tore open her wrist with her broken fingernails, and crimson blood gushed from her veins.

"Ugh... I really don't like this process."

Despite saying that, Milo still bit the wound on the Scarlet Witch's wrist.

Watching Milo suck blood, the Scarlet Witch muttered in a hoarse voice:

"The exchange of communion and blood will make the chain of guidance stronger. May you go far enough on this path, my child..."

...

...

late at night.

Milo finally returned home, dragging his soaking wet trench coat.

Even with his iron will, after such intense running around and fighting, fatigue and drowsiness finally crept over him silently.

Although there are still some minor, messy things waiting for him to clean up, such as the mutilated corpses in the McMann Trading Company warehouse and Rick in the law enforcement office.

But all Milo wants right now is to eat something light and get a good night's sleep.

Earning thousands of runes a month is just asking for trouble.

……

He took the special communion container to the kitchen and washed it clean, emptied the other odds and ends from Finn's backpack, and then hung the backpack on the second-floor balcony to dry.

At this hour, the father and son of the Valrocan family were already snoring loudly in their downstairs room, but the kerosene lamp was still lit in their upstairs room.

Emma heard a noise in the hallway and knew that Milo had returned.

She pushed open the door and saw that Milo, who had recently taken explosives from her, had returned fully recovered. She went back into her room, closed the door, turned off the light, and went to sleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)