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Chapter 416 Playing with Fire
“I don’t understand.”

Imnal responded.

But the next second, its tone turned sharp.

Because it can no longer sense its own fractal.

This means that it is dead in the world of imitators.

……

"how come……"

Bang! ! ! ! !
(This time it really made a loud bang.)

The instant Imnal suffered a devastating blow, Milo blasted it straight into nothingness.

Inside the opera house, the light began to slowly return.

Order is being restored here.

Milo knelt in the center of the hall, which was already half collapsed, his hand pressing down on Imnar's head, the other man being held firmly under his control.

Swirls and forks—that series of repetitive linear patterns spun rapidly in the air.

This seemingly endless confrontation came to an end in an instant.

The moment their figures appeared, the order in the surrounding space began to frantically erode their bodies, but as shadows, they easily withstood the strangulation of the forces of time and space.

Imnar was pinned down in the ruins in a miserable state, screaming and shouting:

"Impossible...how could it be possible!"

Why is this happening?!

……

...

At this moment.

The imitator is in Nanwei City.

23rd Diocese.

Imnar's fractal body hangs in mid-air.

It was like a withered leaf about to fall from a branch, swaying in the wind, devoid of any vitality.

An arm engulfed in black flames emerged from its chest, and in its palm lay Imnar's beating heart.

Behind it were terrifying, enormous wings billowing with black smoke.

That was the Night Demon, who had been granted power by Chaos.

Moreover, it is the Night Demon's true form—Yan.

...

Meanwhile, Dillah Shaw calmly watched the scene unfold before him.

He calmly turned around and glanced at Enid, who should have been crushed by the boulder's gravity. After confirming that she was still breathing, he nodded.

……

This contest should have ended in victory for Imnal.

But as Milo said, it had no respect for its own fear, practically handing it over to Milo for him to devour completely.

That is, the scene of the past that it creates on the stage.

The story, which at first glance sounds somewhat melancholic, is about a powerful human fighting against an evil god in the apocalypse.

Imnar wanted to gain Milo's approval in this way.

But Milo grasped at its deepest fear of the gods who could annihilate an era with a mere wave of their hand—the very things he had drunk that had turned into ink-like black liquid.

……

Even with the Night Demon piercing its body, the eyes of Imnar's fractal form stubbornly shimmered with a final, pale blue light.

The world of imitators and its real world are whispering in sync:

"So this is what you meant by a confrontation at the level of the Great Old Ones?"

"So... I can be the one who gets cheated too."

……

Milo responded calmly:

"Not entirely accurate. I'm not the one fooling you; it's your real name, your deity, and fractal theory."

...

Because in the world of imitators, the fractal belonging to Imnar lacks fear.

This seemingly insignificant detail led to its complete unawareness of the crisis from the very beginning.

The combined power of the Night Demon and the servant of the Golden Rule poses a deadly threat to Imnar's fractal form. However, having been stripped of fear, Imnar's will is severely flawed.

In fact, once the fractal rules were in operation, when there were already two Night Demons and two Divine Servants in that world.

It can no longer even distinguish between imitators and those being imitated.

The lack of fear made the fractal's fraudulent plan a joke from the very beginning.

……

...

"When did you realize this? Even the classic texts couldn't give you such a profound understanding... But, but you've only lived for a little over twenty years, this shouldn't be..."

Imnar's half-head was pressed into the ruins, but his tone was utterly calm.

The fractal is the core it uses to maintain another mimicking world. The moment its own fractal is destroyed, the mimicking world begins its process of disintegration, which can never be reversed.

This means that its scheme to fool the gods has failed.

“The scriptures certainly cannot teach me these things, but besides the scriptures, I have a guide.”

Milo calmly answered Imnal's question.

His understanding of fear didn't solely stem from the chronicle. In fact, the Scarlet Witch's instilled sense of crisis in him was a manifestation of amplified fear—a self-preservation ability rooted deep within his soul, far more profound than any sensory experience. From the Robben incident to the town of Icam, to the night of the hunt, Milo repeatedly tested the boundaries of the abyss; this was Milo's gradual learning process.

This shaped his current understanding of the word "fear".

And it was applied to the Great Old One Imnal.

Just like the void in a narrow sense, the ruler has not completely severed humanity. It is only because no more terrifying existence has descended into its space. All living beings cannot escape fear. It is innate and cannot be severed. In fact, it is even more indelible than life itself.

"I chose the most conservative method to avoid attracting the attention of the gods, and you took advantage of that; that's the point..."

Imnal gave a human-like, sorrowful smile.

Its fractal form could have used swift and decisive means to eliminate the Night Demon and the servant of the gods. Although there was a chance of failure, it would never have ended up in this state.

But it knew that the world of imitators was under the watchful eyes of the old gods, and if the great war caused irreparable destruction, the gods would see through its tricks.

Similarly, Milo did not want the gods to know about this game.

The old man from the abyss in the dream realm has made it very clear that once anyone touches what lies beneath the earth, the gods will spare no effort to bury the entire human civilization, and this entire era will be annihilated.

……

From the very beginning, Imnar in the world of imitators was the one being fooled.

It gave rise to two forces that posed a threat to itself, created imitators of these forces, and then personally eliminated these two imitators.

When its own divine nature suffers a major flaw, even the rules of fractals become disordered. This is because the moment the imitator appears, it is not the original that falls into a deep sleep, but rather the imitator itself, disturbed by its own subjective consciousness, that falls asleep.

The two mutilated corpses crushed into pieces by the boulders in the ruins were actually imitators created by its own hand.

All of this happened because Milo mistook his fear for whiskey.

Throughout the entire process, it did not sense any sense of crisis emanating from the Night Demon and the Divine Servant.

……

Imnar's bloodied and mangled face struggled to turn slightly, pressed against the rubble of the ruins, and stared at Milo, saying:

"Speaking of which, you're quite a gentleman. You actually patiently acted out the whole play, even the sadness and anger you showed for that one moment were so convincing..."

It was actually quite surprised by Milo's composure and calmness. Throughout the long battle, the conversation between Milo and it was so calm that it even had the illusion that Milo had severed its humanity.

As an eternal fraudster, it ultimately fell tragically at the very method it was best at, forcing Imnar to gain a completely new understanding of Milo, hence this感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection)...

however……

boom!
"What the hell are you talking about!"

Before Imnar could finish expressing his feelings, a fist covered in Outer God's blood came crashing down on him.

"You're going to attack my city!" *Bang!*

"The one who killed me!" Bang!

"You've tricked me so many times!" Bang!

"Still pretending!" Bang!

"Pretend to stay calm!" Bang!

……

Each spiel was followed by a solid punch or kick.

Half the city was trembling.

Large sections of the brand-new dome above the opera house have collapsed.

Furthermore, the foundation here is constantly sinking deeper into the ground.

……

Milo had considered engaging in a brutal, unrestrained battle with his opponent—the kind of primitive combat where one could fight like a wild beast, using both fists and feet, and even biting.

But if he really does that, the city probably won't survive.

Moreover, when the commotion here disturbs the gods in the dream realm, it will bring about a truly terrifying apocalypse.

Milo wasn't prepared to be a savior, but at the very least, he didn't want to be the one to trigger the catastrophe.

Whether in Graki's memories or in the abyss of the dream realm, he had already witnessed the terrifying power of the gods. The existence of such a sequence was something that Milo could not possibly resist at present.

Keep in mind that Imnar alone almost caused Milo to crash and burn several times, while the gods are beings that could instill fear in Imnar.

Milo could only force himself to calm down and play this game well with Imnal.

It's like two mischievous kids playing with fire behind their parents' backs. Neither of them can let their parents find out about the game, and Milo has to win it.

This feeling is quite frustrating.

Now, he vented all that frustration through his fists and feet.

Before the world of imitators completely collapses, the gods' vision is still obscured, and Milo can take this opportunity to give Imnar a good beating.

……

Imnar's body began to crumble.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

But it did not retaliate against Milo at all.

And its laughter never stopped for a moment:

"It's useless. I am everywhere. Anyone in this world can be Imnar... Heh..."

"Do you know what the shadows are? Death under the lower order cannot end our lives."

"In the long years to come, you will forever live in fear of my return, or relentlessly hunt me down..."

"But in the end, it will all be in vain."

Even after Carter Garnier's face was completely smashed, Imnar's voice did not disappear.

The voice lingered in the opera house, salvaging its last shred of dignity with a mocking tone.

"Fractals are the truth of this universe, and you can never escape them."

“Milo Valrocan, become my nemesis. In the endless years to come, we will surely clash again. I am already looking forward to what kind of war our followers will wage in the future.”

(End of this chapter)