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Chapter 446 A Complex Faith

It turns out.

People with high spiritual insight may also have similar ways of thinking.

To sum up what happened today in an irresponsible way, all the profound cosmic questions that have been troubling the visionaries will ultimately boil down to a very simple human behavior—fishing.

Because Milo wasn't the only one who went fishing today.

The hunter, Monquia, who was carrying out the hunt in Nanwei City, almost perfectly replicated Milo's plan without any prior agreement.

……

Do you guys remember that little brat from the Imnar incident?

Marty was the kid who bullied Kai at the school gate and then got a good beating from the "enhanced" Finn.

Of course, the person who was being beaten up at that time had been replaced by Imnar's fractal rules, and it was not the person who was actually Marty.

However, it cannot be denied that this child is a natural psychic.

Due to a terrible childhood and family environment, his sanity value was far higher than that of other similar individuals. Before he was even ten years old, he had already entered the initial sequence of psychics—Nightmare.

That is, having nightmares.

However, unlike the nightmares of ordinary people, the dreams that appear in the nightmare stage of a psychic are all bloody and bizarre events that actually exist in reality.

For example, the Robben serial murder case that Milo suffered greatly from.

What Marty saw in his dream were scenes from the night of the hunt, and Yan, who was causing trouble in Nanwei City with the power of the Night Demon.

……

In fact, Milo never really paid much attention to the child, since Imnal was the real mastermind behind everything.

At the time, Marty's disappearance was just a minor incident. It was part of Imnar's plot to guide Milo to hand over Yan, the inheritor of the Night Demon's power, to it. However, due to a twist of fate, Rick ended up being the one who was delivered to the door.

After the Imitation World collapsed, Milo completely left the mess to the enforcement team to handle.

Moreover, because he had accidentally fallen into the Abyss World and finally escaped from it, he had long forgotten about Marty, the young psychic.

And now this young psychic has become bait in another fishing operation.

This is why it's said that the ultimate goal of a psychic's thinking is fishing.

Milo sensed the fluctuations in spiritual vision values ​​within the city from a great distance.

It seems he's found the reason for his fishing failure: the fish were all lured away by the bait they'd prepared over there.

……

The West City Industrial Zone at this moment.

Late at night, the boilers in the surrounding workshops were still radiating residual heat, but it was definitely past the overtime hours. Even in the workshops owned by the most exploitative capitalists, no one was still working. This suggests that the guilds in Nanwei City weren't entirely lackeys of the aristocracy; at least some basic rights were held by the workers.

It seems the hunters have a particular fondness for this industrial area filled with the smells of diesel and kerosene. Even though they know that this area is only closed for six hours in the early morning, they still choose it as their location for operations.

In contrast, Milo's choice of location was much more conservative.

After all, the only people who can be hunted in a cemetery are the dead.

On the rooftop of a factory building in the industrial zone, Monqueria's response was:
"Do you think there's any fundamental difference between the low-income workers here and the dead in the cemetery?"

Milo retorted: "You, a warlord who engaged in colonial expansion, are trying to talk to me about civil rights?"

"Just expressing my opinion." Monquia calmly raised the scythe in his hand, resting its long handle on his shoulder.

……

At this moment, the factory building that forges metal parts has been "gutted," and under the open roof, the boilers and production lines are exposed.

The scene of devastation before us indicated that a battle had taken place here.

It was clear that Milo had missed the show by the time he arrived.

The air was filled with the scent of vampires, and this time the scent was right, but there was no sign of any vampires. Moreover, there seemed to be two mangled corpses lying in the ruins, and judging from their clothing, they were hunters.

What does that mean? They got into a fight with the fish, and the fish even took two big bites.

"What a waste."

Milo made no attempt to hide his disappointment.

He jumped down from the broken roof and strolled into the factory.

They eventually found the young psychic Marty in a mud-brick pool filled with salt water.

Looking at the little kid floating on the water, Milo curled his lip and, borrowing Marshall's words, commented:
"You are the truly heartless person."

"He's just unconscious."

Monquia used the handle of his scythe to hook Marty's collar, pulled him out of the pool, and hung him on a nearby shelf to "dry." "What level is he?"

Milo stretched and added, "I was referring to the psychic."

"Does 'level' refer to your level of spiritual insight, or your level of skill?" Monquia asked calmly.

"Is there a difference?" Milo shrugged.

“Yes.” Monquia nodded: “His spiritual vision isn’t particularly strong; among the spiritual visioners I’ve seen, he’s not top-tier. But he has something that ordinary spiritual visioners possess.”

"The physique of a vampire?" Milo muttered.

“It’s faith,” Monquia corrected. “It’s not exactly pure, but it’s a faith that’s clear enough.”

“When did faith become a topic of discussion?” Milo shook his head.

“If a person worships a deity that exists in this world, then that faith deserves to be valued, doesn’t it?” Monquia’s words were loaded with meaning.

Milo could not refute this.

Because after Grasso's death, he was always on the path of seeking reckoning and punishment.

He knew better than anyone what the so-called "deities existing in this world" meant.

……

Monqueya's next words were even more direct:
"My teacher once said that faith is not a one-way service from the subordinate to the superior, but a two-way contract. It is not equality in the strict sense, but it is still an exchange system in essence."

“Teacher? It seems the Monsis School has gained another new generation of successors.” Milo smiled slightly.

Previously, Monquia addressed Raven as "Sir," but now he suddenly changed his address to "Teacher," clearly conveying some kind of message to Milo.

This theory from the raven is not without merit.

Because of Grasso's many feelings of dependence and sacrifices for Milo, she ultimately received Milo's retribution for her death. However, this was indeed an unequal system, as one party paid the price with their life.

"A contract, another contract."

Milo muttered something to himself.

He didn't know if the raven was hinting at something to him, but this contract was indeed not essentially related to the contract of the gods in the dream world; it was just that the wording was the same. However, Milo could never help but think of the man who always stood in the shadows, watching and manipulating everything.

"So what? He's a follower of Engel Korlas. What did he get in return for his faith? As far as I know, neither Engel nor Imnal are in this world."

Milo shook his head and analyzed.

However, Monqueya said, "I have said that his faith is not pure."

"Does that mean he serves more than just Engel Korath, an Outer God?" Milo narrowed his eyes. "Tsk tsk tsk, it's really no different from the little things between men and women in bed. As long as you have enough energy, one-to-many is not a problem."

This may be why the earlier fishing operation that used Imnar's fear as bait failed. After all, Imnar doesn't just serve one pantheon; he has several jobs to his name.

Monquia didn't respond to Milo's strange analogy, but continued in a serious tone, "He carries an extremely complex mission, but he still has the purest hunting instinct of a visionary, otherwise he wouldn't be here."

“But you let him get away.” Milo shrugged.

“An accident.” Monquia said without changing his expression.

"You're missing way too many times as a hunter," Milo mocked.

“There is a fundamental difference between a hunter and an executioner,” Monquia shook his head.

"Alright, my suggestion is that from now on, you hunters should shift your focus to the easier prey. I'll handle this guy. Any objections?"

Milo looked calmly at Monquia.

Monqueya fell into a brief silence.

Because, although Milo's tone didn't change much, and even had a hint of humor, Monquia could clearly sense a hidden resentment in it.

Undeniably, the hunters' actions tonight contributed to Milo's failed hunt to some extent; they stole the attention of the vampire seer and ultimately allowed him to escape.

……

The threat and anger in Milo's words actually stemmed from the so-called faith contract between believers and superiors, a fact that both Monquia and Milo understood.

Therefore, they both exercised great restraint.

Even Monqueya proactively shared his findings:

"The Black Goat, the spells he uses contain the Black Goat totem."

……

"understood."

Milo took the dripping wet Marty off the shelf, carried it in his hand, and left the industrial area.

(End of this chapter)