Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 509 Hahaha

Disappeared.

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"Is it caused by the corruption of the abyss? The Death Child, which shouldn't have appeared, is beginning to show its tracks..."

Milo stood alone on the circular lawn.

His surroundings were a network of winding corridors, like vines or plant roots enveloping the area.

This is somewhat similar to Milo's situation in the conscious world. The amount of attention and order focused on him is blocked by some kind of barrier, and even as a shadow, he still feels trapped in a fog.

"The unborn divine child is merely a legend; even the Sumerians never had the chance to see his face..."

“Man-made gods…isn’t that the academic goal of the Monsis School in its early days? The ravens in Icom back then were searching for a way to recreate a god’s body, and they even had hybrid offspring with their clans.”

Tutis Klaus had been following the Sumerians' research path in the apocalypse since around the time the underground ruins of Sumerus were discovered.

In retrospect, most of the things that Milo had seen and heard in the past that he couldn't understand seem to have been explained.

But the most crucial question is—what exactly is the artificial Grim Reaper, Mego, for?

Could it be that a man-made god is more powerful than the gods who are above the established order?

Milo, who had faced many gods, had the answer to this question.

If the Sumerians could have created something more powerful than the gods, they wouldn't have been buried.

……

When did Megah begin to show signs of activity?

After Milo summoned the Golden Rule Bishop, the weeping began.

But more accurately, it was after he came into contact with the abyss.

At first, all I heard was crying.

Now that the Abyss Rift has appeared, Milo has been able to "see" the baby stroller.

Therefore, the purpose of the Monsis School, Crow, and others in getting involved with the Abyss is probably to make the Death Child, who does not exist in this era or the previous era, appear in the real world in a way that violates the rules of spacetime.

……

"Guluuluulu..."

Milo stood in the center of the courtyard, took out a metal flask, and poured a few mouthfuls of hot liquor down his throat.

His thoughts gradually became clearer.

...

At that moment, Dirac passed by.

It was unusual for him not to be wearing the official robe he wore year-round; he was only wearing a thin shirt. Judging from the slight bloodstains on his rolled-up sleeves, there must have been even more bloodstains on the robe that had been removed.

Although the nature of his work is no different from before, Dillash is clearly not as bitter and resentful as he used to be.

As he passed through the corridor, he greeted Milo, who was standing on the grass drinking:

"The environment is quite nice, isn't it?"

Milo glanced at Dillah:
"The underground is full of dead people, the ground is full of insects, and the rest are all crazy people. Yes, the environment is indeed quite nice."

"Although what you said makes a lot of sense," Dillash waved his hand and went straight into the Star Clock Tower.

……

Soon after, the trio of troublemakers gathered at the top of the clock tower.

Oh, it should be a group of four, if you count Wendigo as one person too.

"Does the world of lucidity still contain books that record the path to the temple?" Milo actually had some doubts about this. After all, he was very clear about the relationship and rules between the dream world and the world of lucidity.

For the believers of the Golden Rule in this world, the temple must be like a utopian kingdom in their endless dreams and fantasies. If religious texts really had a clear record of the way to these "heavenly kingdoms," then believers would not need to diligently serve their Lord.

Interestingly, the way to reach the ideal world is often to become a humble servant.

After going around in circles, we returned to where we started.

...

Therefore, Milo always believed that what Daisy was holding actually belonged to the category of ancient classics, that is, the elective books other than the first and second compulsory courses.

These are books that ordinary people couldn't possibly understand, and even if they did, they would most likely go mad. If the books contained some clues about the Golden Temple, Milo thought it was quite possible.

But the truth is...

"These are not evil scriptures, but merely missionary materials compiled by the Contract Organization."

Daisy shook her head and told the truth.

At this moment, Wendigo, who had been fast asleep, also woke up, but not fully awake. He rolled around at Daisy's feet, looking like he was drunk.

It seems to have a natural affinity for Daisy.

Although this is an old plush toy from the Shadow Sequence, possessing destructive power no less than Milo's, the shattering of its past soul and the fusion with its original humanity have turned its mind back into a blank slate, making it appear somewhat shy and timid most of the time.

For example, when he was in the law enforcement office, he was too afraid to see people, and even after being scolded by the cat in the dream world, he didn't have the courage to scold back.

Only with Daisy did it confidently and willingly stick close to her for the first time.

But as an Old One, even without using the rules, the sheer strength of its body is enough to easily injure a human. What it sees as a mere affectionate gesture can sometimes be a powerful killing move, let alone when facing a fragile little girl like Daisy.

So Milo, without any compassion, grabbed the Wendigo by the scruff of its neck, lifted it up, and tossed it into a corner, teasing Daisy, "Isn't that a textbook example of fraud?"

But Wendigo soon rolled around and shamelessly returned to Daisy's feet.

This time, however, it learned its lesson and didn't do anything unnecessary; it simply rested its head on Daisy's shoes.

Daisy gently patted Wendigo's head of white hair, and then said:

"Brother, have you forgotten how the dream world is created?"

"I don't know about the origins. I only know that the things in the Dream Realm are all daydreams of people in the Lucid World..." Milo suddenly realized and said, "Could it be that faith and dreams are essentially the same? Then the so-called temple is just the dream of the Golden Believers in the Lucid World?"

"That's right."

Daisy opened the thick, printed missionary book in front of Milo, showing him a realistic sketch illustration of the Temple of the Golden Law inside, and said:
"Just as the Golden Tree had long since died, it was the service of countless believers and their dreams that gave it a second life in the dream world, and even established a powerful order, namely the Temple of Law."

“No wonder the Old Ones had to plunder faith; it means faith is linked to dreams,” Milo said thoughtfully.

It is indeed a very simple principle, but he has never thought of these two things together.

...

It even looks a bit ironic.

The perfect kingdom that the countless believers of the Golden Rule yearn for day and night, a place filled with holy light, free from disaster, disease, hunger, and pain, is actually generated based on this profound faith in their hearts.

To put it simply, it was the believers' tireless prayers that created that perfect place.

However, the vast majority of them will never reach that perfect realm, because only a very few powerful dreamers can eventually enter the dream world.

Furthermore, given the current situation, the believers who created the Temple of Law have been rejected by the Dream Realm, and they will never see the temple they created with their faith and dreams again.

But now, those who sit high above that temple are others, and they are now punishing the believers in the conscious world who have brought them to their high positions.

From any perspective, this is a story that is sure to make people laugh.

So Milo laughed out loud.

(End of this chapter)