Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 480 Who are you?

Yes.

This man crawled out of the charred cocoon of flesh.

No, strictly speaking, he can only be considered a teenager; his face still carries a hint of childishness and immaturity.

But the boy's features were undeniably those of Raven himself, with his high-bridged nose and deep-set eyes...

Most importantly, a person's eyes cannot lie; what Milo saw in those blue-green eyes was the soul of the raven.

But unlike any other raven Milo had ever seen, this one was much younger, probably only sixteen or seventeen, definitely not twenty.

...

Milo gazed at the newborn.

After the newborn lifted its head, it did not make any further movements, but simply looked calmly into Milo's eyes.

Suddenly, he opened his left palm upwards, and a handful of white flames appeared in his palm.

The flames released an incredibly domineering burning power, but they also possessed a quality that was not easily discernible compared to ordinary flames, seemingly containing the vitality of life and the imprint of a soul within them.

The white flames from the old man who guarded the tomb who immolated himself earlier, and the white flames from the burning of the flesh cocoon later, are from the same source as the flames in the newborn's hand at this moment.

The newborn seemed to be showing Milo something, something he wanted to express that went far beyond what could be visually perceived as a ball of fire.

Then, he opened his mouth and spoke to Milo in a very steady and fluent ancient language of the Mu continent:

“My soul does not need ashes as a medium; this ever-burning fire is my origin… Thank you for destroying the primal humanity bestowed upon me by the Mother Goddess, allowing me to maintain everything that belongs to me. This is a successful cycle.”

……

The newborn knelt on the ground, covering its lower body with dry weeds, facing Milo with utter peace and without the slightest fear.

He did not avoid Milo's gaze at all, nor was he afraid that Milo could see through his eyes; his behavior revealed "frankness".

However, the crowbar that was suspended several meters in mid-air was never retrieved.

Its tip was red-hot, as if it had been burned, with sparks spreading into the air, giving it a threatening feel.

Milo maintained the position of having his hands in the outer pockets of his trench coat.

Facing this newborn who shouldn't have been born, he studied it for about two minutes, but failed to detect any obvious fear in its eyes or soul, before finally asking:
"Should I call you Raven, Tutis Crow, or the Tomb Keeper?"

It is not difficult to see that what the Supreme Mother Goddess Shabh Nicholas said is true.

If the primordial humanity He conceived is also added as an "important ingredient" to this "rebirth," then what ultimately emerges from the cocoon will be a completely new, spotless, and flawless life—a newborn in the truest sense. Perhaps in the future, he will truly become the most faithful servant of the Supreme Mother Goddess and Milo.

But Milo crushed the newborn's "pure" original humanity, and the newborn didn't need so-called soul ashes. His soul had long since merged with the white flame; the flame was his soul.

Perhaps this is what the incarnation of the Mother Goddess meant when she said that Milo never saw through the tricks of fate.

It seemed as if fate had ordained that Milo would inevitably crush that primal humanity.

Whether it was to vent anger, settle scores, or give an explanation to the deceased Grasso.

It was as if the newborn inside the cocoon was absolutely certain that Milo would do this, and his certainty was so high that he was willing to take the enormous risk of having his soul and memories erased.

You have to understand, if Milo hadn't crushed that primal humanity...

He is no longer a person in this world.

...

Upon hearing Milo's words, a brief look of confusion crossed the newborn's face, but he quickly regained his composure and answered Milo with great calm and certainty:
"The tomb keeper is just a temporary role I play; Tutis Klaue is my real name."

However, Milo detected something else in his tone. The newborn was too certain, as if he were emphasizing something, or rather, he wasn't conveying anything to Milo at all, but trying to convince himself.

And each of Milo's questions seemed so sharp and direct:
"And what about the raven?"

Because the newborn's answer only included the names Tutiscau and the Tomb Keeper, Milo could clearly sense that he was avoiding the title "Raven."

Sure enough, after Milo raised his question.

For a fleeting moment, a clearly visible ferocity surfaced on the newborn's fair and delicate face, which had remained perfectly calm throughout, and even the veins beneath his forehead throbbed.

And his tone became a few degrees lower: "Raven... Raven was a mistake, a... a serious mistake that could have been avoided."

……

"This is interesting."

Milo's eyebrows twitched, and the corners of his mouth lifted, revealing a hint of interest.

But before he could finish speaking, the air behind the newborn Tutis Claude suddenly rippled silently, as if a lake perpendicular to the floor was being swept by the wind.

Immediately following, a scythe with a chilling edge suddenly slashed down from within the ripples of Kai's air!

The scythe, as long as an adult's waist and shaped like a crescent moon, dragged the icy chill, forming a perfect downward arc, its tip aimed straight at the back of the newborn's head.

However, just as the tip of the sickle was almost touching the skin of the newborn's neck, the downward strike came to an abrupt halt.

The air around the blade had been suffocated by layers of black matter, preventing it from advancing even an inch further.

Those black substances are the materialized power of fear from Milo.

...

He easily subdued the attacking scythe, yet showed no sign of displeasure, simply uttering a few words towards the rippling waves behind the newborn:
"Let him finish what he has to say first."

He was all too familiar with that scythe that resembled the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The Hunters' organization possesses a variety of exaggerated and bizarre weapons, including folding giant axes, swords that can be unlocked into metal whips, combinable bow blades, meat saws, and so on. But the most unforgettable of them all is the folding long-handled scythe in Monquia's hand, which exudes an aura of decay.

The blood-stained bandages wrapped around it, and the icy frost on its blade, perfectly matched the temperament of the Hunter Organization.

……

Monquea's surprise attack was neither successful nor unexpected by Milo.

After all, he had already made his intention clear from the very beginning—"the true meaning of death".

The meaning is quite clear: he is waiting for the soul inside the cocoon to be successfully born before carrying out the hunt.

...

The scythe slowly retreated into the ripples of that space.

Meanwhile, Monquia, who had remained motionless on the distant hillside, suddenly called out to Milo:
"You will regret this."

"okay."

Milo calmly shrugged.

Although tonight's mess was filled with many incomprehensible questions, Monquia's ruthless killing at least made Milo realize one thing: the raven to which the hunters served was not the same person as the newborn in front of him.

Despite their striking resemblance...

...

Don't forget, Daisy the Thinker once explicitly stated that the Raven is Tutis Claude.

But now this guy who calls himself Tutis Claude says the raven is a "mistake".

To this day, Milo still hasn't figured out which "Tutis Klaue" in the Abyss is actually from the real world.

"Looks like Tutis Claude is a very popular name, everyone's fighting over it."

Milo tilted his head.

Then, with a sudden flick of his finger, the scythe belonging to Monquia on the newborn's back stopped moving just as it was about to completely disappear into the spatial ripples.

This time, it wasn't Monquia controlling the scythe, but rather the black substance surrounding it, which carried the blade, that controlled it.

The sickle was dragged along and pressed back against the newborn's neck.

The sharp, icy power instantly caused a slight frost effect on the skin on the back of his neck, and the surrounding skin turned a deep purple from frostbite.

"Now, we can have a proper talk."

(End of this chapter)