Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 429 Equations
This apocalypse is exactly as Milo had imagined.

Or to be more precise, it was the same as what he had seen in his memories of Sheffield, and the apocalypse that the dreamer in Sheffield saw came from the distant era buried by the gods as described in the Nash Chronicles—Nash.

……

The Prayer Plaza is situated on the highest point in the coastal area.

Here, Milo witnessed the spectacular sight of three suns rising simultaneously above the sea.

The transition from dark night to bright daylight takes only a few breaths.

His lost expansive vision returned at this moment, as did his Shadow Sequence physique.

Under the radiation of the three blazing suns, Milo's clothes caught fire, his skin began to decompose, and the high temperature instantly engulfed him, but the decomposed flesh and tissue almost instantly regenerated.

It was as if Milo, the weak and powerless ordinary person in that world who was burned to death, was reborn at this moment, while Milo, who had already joined the ranks of the Shadow Order, was reborn.

In a moment, Milo truly touched upon the blurred line between "reality" and "falsehood" that the raven had spoken of.

However, he had no time to perceive it carefully at that moment.

Because the apocalypse of collapse was already unfolding before his eyes.

……

Above the heavens, Milo saw the terrifying limbs of a superior being, the avatar of the Windrunner, raging down with thunder and storm.

The city of Nanwei on the ground has become a living hell.

Countless humans were burned and vaporized by the powerful radiation.

Even from a great distance, Milo could clearly see those familiar faces disappearing under the weight of order.

Even knowing that it was all fake, Milo's heart still could not remain completely calm.

Because those faces that have passed away were so real.

He saw Emma's frail body turn to dust in an instant, mingling with the others around her, and finally being carried away by the raging wind.

He saw Enid inside the room, surrounded by all the enforcers who turned into beasts and tore her to pieces.

He also saw the floodwaters rushing out of the broken canal engulf all the buildings in the entire riverside parish, and Finn was hiding in one of those buildings.

He also saw Rebecca riding wildly with the wounded when she was shattered by lightning.

……

Everything happened in the distant city of Nanwei, yet it seemed as if it were deliberately being shown to Milo. The intense emotions that burst forth from the eyes of the dead in their final moments were so vivid and close that they repeatedly assaulted Milo's senses.

...

Contrary to what the raven said, there were no Milos favored in this city.

Milo felt an incredibly profound and genuine sadness. Although he knew that the sadness he felt at that moment might also be illusory, he did not reject it at all, but rather accepted it calmly.

……

However, even in the apocalyptic city of Nanwei, and in this world after the apocalypse, there were still those who resisted.

That will came from the church building behind him.

After the building collapsed, figures of powerful wills exuding an ancient aura slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

At the very end of their lives, they unleashed their last bit of warmth.

In those shadows, Milo saw the faces of Monqueria, Defoe, and De La Chaux.

Before Komilo could see clearly what the true will of the old era was behind them, they collided with the Windrunners in the sky.

Then, it turned into countless brownish-red fluff particles that scattered down into the sky.

……

In a true apocalypse, everything happens so suddenly that even the tragic grandeur is cut short before it comes to an abrupt end.

Milo felt that he should do something.

But I don't know what to do.

And so, in that brief moment of daze, everything returned to dust.

……

Just as the prophecy foretold, on the day of calamity, there were no survivors.

Wherever his gaze fell, everything around him seemed to have been plowed by some machine from a higher dimension; all traces of human civilization were destroyed in an instant, as if they had never existed.

The pulverized material swirls in this vertical space of tens of thousands of meters, constantly swirling with the gale, and it's unknown when it will completely settle down.

Once they have completely settled, they will begin to nurture the birth of another civilization, officially ushering in the next era of civilization.

……

"Perhaps in my own subjective perception, this is how the gods buried an era."

Milo could no longer tell where he was or what he was standing on.

As he watched the flying catkins and dust fill the sky, his emotions, like the end of this era, returned to calm.

There was no lingering regret after the party ended, nor any memorable moments, because there was no trace left in this world that could stir his thoughts.

"Tsk, my imagination is still too limited."

Milo shook his head.

His consciousness began to dissipate.

……

...

……

After a long time.

When Milo opened his eyes again.

He found himself still in his own attic room.

He strolled downstairs and the first thing he did upon entering the living room was to check the wall behind the sofa. The good news was that, apart from Finn's booger stain, there was nothing else hanging there, like wedding photos.

Then, Milo checked the calendar again.

More good news—April 2nd.

The day after April Fool's Day suggests that Milo simply spent the night in deep meditation.

"Very good, very good."

Milo glanced at himself in the mirror.

Everything was normal. The only thing that hadn't changed from my last trip downstairs was the nearly half-centimeter-long beard on the lower half of my face.

All things considered, he had been wandering around outside for quite some time. If you include the time he spent in the dream world, it had been about ten days since he had shaved. So it's understandable that he had grown such a beard.

……

Not long after Milo went down to the living room, Emma also slowly came down the stairs, picked up a book as thick as a brick from the living room table, and went upstairs with it.

She noticed Milo's presence, but completely ignored him.

Milo looked at the "normal" Emma now, breathed a sigh of relief, then sighed again, and inexplicably the image of the charming Emma he had met not long ago floated into his mind.

Just as he was lost in thought, Emma, ​​who had already climbed halfway up the stairs, stopped and turned around, giving Milo a strange look: "Why are you grinning like an idiot in the mirror?"

"I remember happy things."

Milo responded without hesitation.

Emma raised an eyebrow: "Sharing it?"

Milo shook his head: "Not very convenient."

"Alright then." The former nodded and continued walking upstairs.

Milo suddenly asked Emma:

"How are you feeling right now? I mean, in terms of your physical condition."

“Not bad.” Emma stopped and seemed to think seriously for a moment before adding, “As long as it doesn’t get worse, it’s not bad.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Milo continued, “So what have you been busy with every day since you stopped tinkering with those things?”

To be honest, he was quite curious too.

Emma ended her college years, but not her reclusive life. Although she had made it clear to Milo that she would never study nitroglycerin again, she still locked herself in her room with books every day. Milo really didn't know what was so interesting about studying those books.

After all, even a life form with advanced spiritual vision like him needs to rest and relax properly after reading for a while, otherwise he won't be able to keep up.

Of course, the things he read were rather unusual...

……

"I?"

Emma habitually flicked her long hair with her index finger and replied simply, "I'm calculating something."

Milo quickly asked, "Shall we share?"

"Then go upstairs."

Emma simply said that and went straight upstairs.

...

……

In Emma's study.

This time, Milo didn't see the chemical equipment that could blow him up at any moment.

I couldn't even smell the slightest unpleasant odor.

The study was filled with mountains of books, not only on the shelves but also on the table, along with tons of calculation sheets covered with dense mathematical formulas.

The southeast wall of the study has been transformed into a gangster-themed wall, covered with countless messy calculations in chalk, including some line graphs.

Milo glanced at it briefly, then his eyes narrowed instantly, a subtle change appearing in his gaze.

Because he could sense that these piled-up formulas were not just simple mathematical calculations; behind these countless formulas, something special seemed to be hidden.

To his astonishment, he discovered that some of the knowledge he had acquired from those documents, which were considered evil texts, vaguely coincided with some of the content on the blackboard...

Emma calmly sat down at the desk. She glanced up at Milo, noticing him intently staring at the blackboard, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She asked:
"You are interested in?"

Milo pulled up a stool and sat down, his expression strange.
When did you start researching these things?

Emma shrugged: "It's been almost a year."

"Is it what you told me back then, that someone left something in your mind?" Milo asked Emma earnestly.

Emma blinked, then nodded frankly, without hiding anything:
“A year ago, fragmented mathematical symbols began to appear in my mind. I once thought my condition had worsened, but after trying to sort them out, I discovered some patterns.”

"So?" Milo's lips twitched.

“So I’m going to untie it, it’s that simple,” Emma replied calmly.

Seeing the suspicious look on Milo's face, she said, "If you feel it's not appropriate, I can do something else. Anyway, there aren't many days left, so I won't trouble you any further."

Milo was somewhat caught off guard by Emma's sudden sarcastic remarks and complaints.

"Go ahead and play, play to your heart's content."

Milo waved his hand.

The most important thing is to be happy!

……

Before leaving the study, Milo, with his keen eye, spotted a word among the many draft papers on Emma's desk—

"Noschia's Equation".

He secretly memorized this unfamiliar term.

(End of this chapter)