Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 575 Plan
Both those that should have appeared and those that shouldn't have shown themselves.

After all that, they didn't even see a raven.

If Milo knew nothing about ravens, he would most likely have chosen to either capture the three hunters and use them for dream manipulation, or simply bury them.

But similar things have been done before and it didn't work, because the raven can choose to erase or retain the memories in the hunter's mind, which essentially negates the most basic talent skill of the Spirit Visionist.

……

As for the visionary who went and returned.

He wasn't brainwashed by ravens like the hunters.

Theoretically, it is certainly possible to be guided by dreams.

...

Normally, if these dream-seeers had stayed together, it would have been really difficult for Milo to make a move. So, it's quite thoughtful of him to come back alone to offer help.

Five minutes later.

The western part of the indigenous tribe's territory, close to the dense forest.

Emerging from the shadows, Milo sat leisurely under the tree.

The projection of the psychic was now sitting obediently opposite him.

After daybreak, the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense foliage allows for a clearer view of the psychic's translucent form and more details of their attire.

Although we already knew from their conversation that these guys were from the cold plains.

However, they are not the cold-blooded people with horns and tails and covered in hair. They are actually human, but in the perception of the dream visioners, "human" is actually a very low-level racial term. They often believe that their race is much more advanced than humans.

However, in Milo's view, these arrogant guys are just human beings, no different from each other.

because…

"Gulu."

He unscrewed the flask, took a sip, and almost burst out laughing after roughly tasting the fear he had just gained.

"Hmm...daddy issue?...Your source of fear is a bit cliché."

The dream-inducing process went smoothly.

Although the other party is just a projection, the Dream Guide ability is originally aimed at the soul and has little to do with the physical body (of course, if the purpose of the Dream Guide is to obtain the other party's body, then that's another matter...).

...

"Actually, it would be easier to just kill him, but I really don't know how to bury his soul, and there are no professional funeral directors around..."

Milo muttered to himself.

He stared at the psychic from the Cold Plains, and the psychic stared back at Milo.

This guy doesn't look very old. He has delicate features and fair skin, the kind of guy that middle-aged men would like. Oh, I mean, he's a perverted middle-aged man.

If you can't directly kill and bury the dead to enter the undead's perspective, you can only enter the classic interrogation phase.

…The process went very smoothly.

This guy vomited everything up in one go.

For example, his name is Chandler Fred, but his real name is Hermione, which he changed to his adult name.

For example, his family actually served Itakkua in ancient times, which are the Windrunners.

That is today's Wendigo.

Many years ago, after Ithaca vanished completely, the ancient Fred family embarked on a difficult and lengthy search for the Windrunner. They tried everything but ultimately failed to find any trace of the Windrunner. Later, they discovered that during their long search, the family had acquired much secret information related to the Great Old Ones, such as their origins, habitats, habits, and even summoning rituals and spells.

Later, the Fred family felt abandoned by the Windrunners, so they decisively chose to turn their backs on the Windrunners and enter an era of "self-reliance." From that time on, they no longer served any one superior in isolation, but instead followed in the footsteps of their superiors in a more utilitarian way, seeking their timeless texts and even attempting to trade with them to obtain knowledge that was inaccessible to ordinary people.

An ancient family with clan-like attributes has undergone a transformation and metamorphosis over a long period of time.

This time, their plan for the psychics to cross the border and explore R'lyeh was also planned by Chandler. However, the original plan did not involve so many people.

"That damned Cold Plains Wizard leaked my plan to others, so I had no choice but to let those greedy fools join in and get a share of the pie. Damn it."

These are Chandler's exact words.

Moreover, Chandler had participated in the war against Ussa, so he definitely doesn't look his age; he's long past the age of youthful innocence.

……

Furthermore, the spell that allows the native spirits to resonate with R'lyeh has always been in Chandler's hands.

The incantations chanted by these people in the indigenous tribe at night are not wrong, just incomplete.

...

"The idea of ​​entering R'lyeh is unrealistic. That twisted underwater world is filled with terrible magic, and there are awakened Star Familiars guarding the sleeping Great Old Ones. The terrifying water pressure of the deep sea is not the only deadly thing there."

Chandler recounted the story in detail.

Without the slightest thought of resistance, he revealed everything he knew.

“My ancestor once thought that as long as the problem of the sea was overcome, he could enter R'lyeh. He did find a way to make it possible to travel by water, but in the end he still did not see the “Snail City Text”.”

"So the so-called method of entering R'lyeh is not a physical entry at all, right?" Milo said thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand.

“That’s right, it’s on a spiritual level.” Chandler nodded frantically, making no attempt to hide his pride. It’s highly likely that he figured out this method entirely on his own.

“Just like how the dream world projects onto me in the waking world, when the tragic soul of the native resonates with the will in R'lyeh, it is equivalent to being projected onto R'lyeh at the bottom of the sea. It’s just that he will recognize it as a nightmare after he wakes up.” Chandler continued, “Entering R'lyeh through soul projection can also lead to finding the ‘Snail City Text,’ but the probability is extremely low for one person alone, and it also requires a sufficiently tragic and devout soul.”

“So you chose the indigenous tribes of the reservation,” Milo added casually.

“Yes, that’s right! These people are the perfect choice.” Chandler slapped his thigh: “If we can get them to enter R'lyeh collectively through soul projection, and if even one of them reads the entire ‘Snail City Text’, I’ll have accomplished my mission!”

“Afterwards, kill and bury the native who finished reading the book, and then find the contents of the text from his ghost’s perspective.” Milo nodded: “It’s not very creative, but it is certainly feasible. But how can you guarantee that the native’s soul can support him to read the whole book? Even if he can’t understand it at all, just looking at it would be enough to drive him to the brink of collapse, right?”

“Of course, you can’t rely on just one soul.” Chandler shook his head frantically.

(End of this chapter)