Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 306 The Dreamer

Even during the day, and even when he wasn't on a hunting mission, the lower half of Monquia's face was still covered by a black cloth. The thick, scarf-like fabric concealed his mouth and nose, leaving only his blue-green pupils visible.

In the noble estate where he was, there were no other living creatures besides hunters.

On their very first day in Nanwei City, they brutally wiped out everyone there.

However, this move was not entirely for the purpose of concealing his whereabouts. Another important purpose was that Monquia needed enough dead people to broaden his horizons.

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In the dark attic, all places that could receive sunlight from the outside were sealed off, not just the windows, but also some small gaps in the wooden ceiling.

All the clutter in the attic had been cleared out, leaving only an old chair in the center of the small space.

Monqueya sat calmly in his chair.

A candlestick stood on the floor in front of him, its faint light casting his shadow on the wall.

His body was perfectly normal, but the shadow on the wall behind him kept changing. Sometimes, it could hardly be considered Monquia's shadow anymore, but rather a writhing black smoke, changing shape as if it were an intangible condensate, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

Monquea himself remained seated upright the entire time, gazing at the candlelight on the ground in front of him.

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He was different from ordinary people from a young age.

In the eyes of his fathers, Monquia was a child who was not good at communicating. In the eyes of his peers, he was a cursed outcast. Even his superiors in the Eastern Expeditionary Navy did not approve of him.

Because everything Monquea displayed was incompatible with the military, even in the context of the now-changed Solomon Islands.

He was too cold-blooded, like a machine devoid of any normal emotions. He was skilled at killing and should have had a bright future with the support of his parents. However, at some point in his life, Monquia resolutely severed all ties with his family.

It was as if he had some grander ambition, one that he believed no one could understand.

Because he was a natural clairvoyant.

Unlike Milo, his nightmare phase was much longer, spanning his entire childhood.

However, Monquia's mind was not crushed by the evil he had witnessed on countless nights. He did not descend into madness or lose his reason. His sanity level stopped declining when it was weakened to near the critical point.

It's as if emotions are frozen entities in Monquia's world. He feels neither anger nor fear. All the terrifying scenes that are indescribable to ordinary people are only momentary illusions under his gaze.

He didn't know how he would spend the rest of his life until he met the raven.

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The bizarre knowledge system filling the man's mind caused Monquia's dilated pupils to focus for the first time.

Because the raven easily knew everything about his past experiences, and not only that, he also passed on a long-buried will to Monquia, allowing Monquia to experience the feeling of being alive for the first time.

And so, the raven became Monquea's guide.

He answered Monquia's questions and taught him some ancient spells he had obtained from the Finicchi Manuscript, the Necronomicon.

This includes "dream entry," which caused disasters in a distant, ancient era.

Surrounded by a sufficiently heavy aura of death, Monquia was able to infiltrate the dreams of certain special beings.

In the dreams of these special beings, he could see some fragmented pieces of information.

Unlike the perspective of the dead, the choice of targets for "entering a dream" is limited. Only sufficiently powerful souls can connect with dreamers like Monquia, and the information that dreamers can obtain from these souls' dreams is relatively obscure and fragmented.

In reality, the hunters' targets are these "humans" with excessively powerful souls. Ordinary humans are as insignificant as air in the eyes of the dreamers; their existence is not worth mentioning. Only those special individuals who carry the will of ancient beings, or those chosen incarnations, or those hidden clans, possess an aura that humans should not carry.

This is the source of information for hunters to compile their kill lists.

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The first batch of targets was collected and compiled by Monquia on the night he arrived in Nanwei City.

Of the 23 targets, only the enforcer named Valrocan had prior information; the rest were all clues obtained by Monquia through dreaming.

It is worth mentioning that on that night, when Monquia used the dream-entering spell to search for a special person in the church orphanage, all he saw was pitch black. Incredibly, he could clearly feel that in the endless darkness of the dream, another pair of eyes were staring back at him.

In the end, Monquia never found the owner of the eyes that met his gaze.

That led to the fire at the orphanage. The hunters, adhering to the principle of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free," originally intended to bury everyone in the orphanage in the flames, but ultimately failed.

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Now, in this new dream-entering perspective, the necromantic aura permeating the manor supports Monquia's consciousness as it once again infiltrates the dreams of many Nanvi people.

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In the dappled shadows, Monquia saw a black cat leaping and darting through different spaces, and his gaze alerted the cat.

The black cat hissed at him in a show of defiance.

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Beyond the shadows, Monquia also saw the tribes hidden in the dense forest, all wearing strange animal masks on their faces.

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In another dark corner of the city, Monquia also saw a strange yellow robe standing there, as if completely frozen in time.

He couldn't see the face of the person in the robe; perhaps that person didn't even have a face.

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However, Monquia soon encountered strange resistance.

He sensed something approaching; the chilling wind seemed to emanate from the dark outer space, as if even the surrounding air was freezing… The eerie form, embodying all inhuman terror, finally glided down from the gray sky, its wrinkled, ancient body resembling a giant ape with its back hunched… As it drew near, its tentacles, adorned with sharp, hooked claws, slowly extended.

Blood began to flow from Monquia's eyes; he paid the price, but it led him to the deepest, most terrifying source of fear he had ever known.

My heart is beating…

Pure white crystal orchid…

And a soul that is gradually losing its way.

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He wasn't sure what it was, but he was certain it was a name that could not, and absolutely could not, be pronounced accurately.

Besides, there seemed to be something even more terrifying lurking in the shadows, but those were beyond Monquia's capabilities, and he couldn't reach them for the time being.

The only information related to that untouchable and terrifying existence was the sound of a flute being played in his illusory dream. Even after he exited the dream mode, the eerie flute sound still lingered in his ears.

(End of this chapter)