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"Oh right, you guys chat, don't worry about me at all. I'm not busy at all, you can take your time!"

The sounds of ghosts howling and screaming came from afar.

He seemed a bit flustered, and the black smoke billowing in the air didn't seem as thick and domineering as before.

...

With the power of the Night Demon, slaughtering the black goat cubs would be no problem at all.

Moreover, nearly 80% of the cubs have already self-destructed, leaving very few remaining.

The problem is that this battle spanned too long a period of time.

Yan's Night Demon power cannot be used indefinitely; in his own words, the Night Demon also has a period of respite...

After maximizing the Night Demon's power and reverting to human form, the domineering backlash from the power of resentment will leave him in an extremely weak state for several hours. In that situation, if you pour a bucket of cold water on his head, you can achieve the feat of killing the Night Demon solo.

There is a long "halftime" in the middle of the battle, which is the period when Milo and the Mother Goddess avatar are exchanging feelings.

Looking back now, Yan realizes he's almost forced into "post-coital meditation."

It means I'm about to collapse.

...

However, Milo didn't have time to deal with Yan's situation for the time being.

A few black goat calves and some filthy offspring won't kill him for now.

What he needs to do now is to try to extract as much information as possible from the newborn Tutis Claude.

Milo tried dream manipulation.

Even though he was already part of the Shadow Order, he still couldn't find the slightest clue to the source of fear in Crow's eyes.

This is enough to show that newborns are not ordinary beings.

……

"What do you want to know?"

Faced with Milo's questioning, Crow remained relatively calm. He did not try to avoid the scythe blade pressed against the back of his neck, but maintained his half-kneeling position. It seemed that there was something wrong with his lower limbs, or that blood had not fully filled his extremities, making it impossible for him to move freely.

...

"Let me guess, you are Raven's teacher, right? The first contract scholar who has lived for hundreds or even thousands of years. I wonder if you have ever carefully calculated how many times you have been reborn like tonight."

Milo had a rough idea of ​​what had happened.

But he still couldn't understand how a living person could simultaneously have multiple selves in the world. Assuming Raven was also a Crow, then so far, Milo had seen young Crow, old Crow, and middle-aged Crow, and none of these people were controlled by the same will.

Monqueya's actions have proven this point.

After all, he was loyal to Raven, and Raven's will was to kill the newborn Crow and demonstrate the true meaning of death through him.

There must be some unknown secrets hidden among these Crows, spanning a long period of time, the kind that even the most discerning eye cannot easily fathom.

…“I am one of the founders of the Monsis school, but at the same time I am also the inheritor, innovator, reformer and subverter of the school… From enlightenment to glory to decline, to theoretical evolution, I have played all these roles by myself. Raven… my good student, he was just a fetus that woke up too early, a serious mistake I made.”

Young Crow didn't seem to shy away from these topics, nor was he afraid that Milo would know more. In fact, Milo had a vague feeling that young Crow had said similar things many times before, and he didn't even need to organize his thoughts...

“So Daisy wasn’t wrong, you are the root of all the turmoil.” Milo nodded, his expression relaxed and calm, without revealing any obvious killing intent.

However, the scythe hanging on the back of young Crow's neck remained suspended in mid-air, radiating a chilling aura.

"turmoil?"

A naive smile suddenly appeared on young Crow's face:

"Having come this far, do you still not understand the significance of chaos to this world? Or are you like those foolish believers on the tower, thinking that as long as you devoutly submit to the order, you will one day be saved by those in power?"

As he spoke, he coughed violently twice.

The movement of his body caused the tip of the frost scythe to pierce the skin on the back of his neck. Before the blood could even seep from the wound, it was frozen solid by the cold.

But he did not show any sign of pain, and continued:

"I think you've already seen what's in the unseen lands—the consequence of an era cowering under the guise of order. Even the Golden Tree is dead. What right does a dead god have to promise his people peace and happiness?"

Young Crow raised a finger to his temple and said to Milo:
"What is contained here has undergone several radical transformations over the long years, from serving to learning, to blasphemy, to rebellion... I once thought that as long as humanity mastered the knowledge and power of the gods, it could reverse its ultimate fate, but that is not the case. I think when you first met Engel's fission variant, it already revealed the truth to you: chaos is the true essence of the universe... The world we live in is nothing more than a grand dream in the slumber of some supreme ultimate will, and as a visionary, you must understand the most irrefutable truth—there are no rules in dreams. Chaos is the truth."

...

After young Crow's impassioned explanation.

Milo's face still showed no obvious emotional fluctuation.

He pulled a hand out of his pocket, glanced down at some grime under his fingernails, picked at it, flicked the dirt away from his fingertips, and then asked thoughtfully:

What's it like to be your own teacher?

“There’s nothing particularly insightful about it. What’s truly novel is that you’ve defied the will you’ve inherited and are now trying to murder yourself. That’s a rare and extraordinary thing in the world.” A bleak smile appeared on the young Klaue’s face.

“So, you admit it, Raven is also Tutis Claude.” Milo grinned as well, then continued:
"Then I have another question. Do you still remember the prophecy you made at the very beginning? The prophecy about the end times and the calamity. As far as I know, that other Crow, your good apprentice, spent half his life trying to find a way out of it. But now he seems to have figured something out and has turned his attention to you."

“I’ve said it before, the only things that change in my mind are ideas and scholarship. Prophecy is just a way of speaking relative to the ignorant. For me, I’m just stating the facts I’ve witnessed. Those are facts, and facts don’t change.” Young Crow continued to press his temples with his fingers.

“Since it can’t be changed, why struggle?” Milo spread his hands, looking at the young Crow with a forced smile, and asked, “You summoned the will of Sabu Nicholas in order to use me to destroy Him, thereby triggering a war of the Great Old Ones. He is the mother of all things, and my actions have undoubtedly angered the dark creatures in every corner of the world. Isn’t that right? The Eye of Thought saw your intentions, but failed to see your plan. What a pity.”

Why struggle?

Young Crow seemed to have heard a very ironic question.

He essentially accepted Milo's inferences in the latter half of his statement, focusing only on the first part of the question.

"Why struggle? I think you are perhaps the least qualified person in the world to ask this question. If you are determined to accept the inevitable facts, why hold on to the edge of the abyss?"

"Hmm?" Milo frowned. "Very good, we're starting to get into stuff I don't understand."

"You know, it's actually quite easy to gain favor with Milovalrokan. All you need to do is 'explain the whole story' well."

(End of this chapter)