Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 600 Up Close

A dream world.

Eastern continent.

The Eternal Kingdom of Os-Nargai.

The capital city, Selphus.

……

This day is a day of celebration for the entire Eternal Kingdom.

The eternal inhabitants of Selphis finally welcomed their patron god—Nath Horsas.

This means that Selphis will soon be able to emerge from the shadows left by that darkness and return to carefree days.

The entire nation of Os-Narguei cheered with joy.

All the Emerald Temples held a grand celebration in the port of Selphis, and beautiful songs echoed in the blue sky for a whole month.

...

Perhaps it's because Horus, the Emerald God, is filled with countless green rays of light symbolizing life, that the green bow tie behind that dazzling light looks so harmonious. Even the sculptures of Horus in all the temples of Seraphis now feature this bow tie...

As it turns out, of that oddly colored dress, Imnar's favorite item wasn't the dark purple coat, but the green bow tie.

hey-hey……

...

The story of the fraudsters continues.

For the "siblings" of the Valrocan family, however, the journey into the abyss was not yet over.

……

This is a new Nanwei City.

I don't know why the Abyss is so uncreative; it's always Nanwei City.

However, compared to the Nanwei City that Milo had seen in the past, which was full of insects or zombies, this one looked much, much more normal.

Not only did Milo not detect any dark atmosphere in the air, but even the church bridge on the eastern outskirts of the city was gone.

This seems to be a peaceful and idyllic city of Nanwei.

Of course, the fog was still very thick at night.

In short, Emma succeeded.

According to her, she made a wish upon the Noschia equation.

Although it sounds absurd, it's the easiest way she could think of to put it.

As for what kind of world they're transported to...

……

Just as Milo sensed, there was almost no shadowy atmosphere here, and hardly any trace of dark inhabitants other than humans.

Those who linger on the dark edges at night are not hunters, nor can even be seen the shadow of law enforcement officers.

To Milo's slight surprise, in this world, the University of Michigan investigators have become a mainstay in the fight against evil.

...

"Are law enforcement officers and hunters unemployed in a relatively safe world?"

Milo always felt that this harmonious scene was just an illusion.

The abyss is always associated with distortion and darkness; the elements of chaotic order, learned from the conscious world from various angles, cannot present what is considered beautiful.

But if you think about it carefully, the abyss may not have the concept of good or bad at all. It is like the roots of a plant, which will only grow wildly in any direction with space based on instinct.

According to Emma's previous plan, since the world where Mego lived could not be destroyed, Milo could carry out the duties of the destroyer after arriving in another world. This was also the only known way to return to the world of lucidity.

Ironically, the world overrun by zombies cannot be destroyed; it is this peaceful world that is destined for destruction.

……

"It's even quieter and cleaner here than in the real world."

Emma suddenly sighed softly.

“If it really turned out like that, it would be really boring,” Milo joked. “Perhaps you should see what the lovely Deep Ones look like.”

"Deep Diver?"

Emma clearly didn't have this concept...

"No, I know these creatures exist. I also know they are nearly immortal, xenophobic, have poor fertility, high magical affinity, and a tribal social structure... But the equation never told me what they look like." (Okay, obviously, Emma had that concept.)
"So what do they look like?" she asked Milo curiously.

"Hmm..." Milo quickly conjured up the merman face of the Deep One in his mind.

But before she could even begin to describe them, Emma added, "I always thought they were similar to elves in fantasy literature."

"what?"

Milo's lips twitched involuntarily.

But think about it carefully.

Um--

Immortality, poor reproductive ability, high magical affinity, exclusive tribal society…

It seems that, apart from their appearance, Deep Ones do indeed share many similarities with the elves depicted by fantasy writers.

From this perspective, there's really nothing wrong with it.

"Your idea is very... creative."

Milo's description of the Deep Ones as "cute" was just a casual remark, but Emma never imagined they were actually cute.

This is probably the downside of staying home and studying all the time. No matter how rich your knowledge base is, having little direct exposure to the outside world will inevitably limit your imagination.

"I'll catch one for you to study later."

Milo ultimately did not describe what the Deep Ones looked like to Emma.

"it is good."

Thus, raising a Deep One became a strange pact the two made in the abyss.

Since we already have Wendigos, why can't we raise Deep Ones?

...

Before they knew it, the two of them had stumbled upon the 23rd parish.

The street that should have been lined with familiar back-to-back apartment buildings is now completely different from the street in my waking world.

Looking at the windows of the buildings, each lit with a warm glow, the two stopped on the street.

Emma suddenly asked:
"How did you manage to destroy the world as you described?"

“Hmm—” Milo tilted his head and thought for a moment: “It’s probably just a lot of bombing and smashing.”

This was something he was actually unsure about. The destruction of the Abyss world that he had witnessed was all carried out by Itakya the Windrunner. It was a natural disaster that came closest to the level of order, a destruction achieved by the superposition of various elements such as radiation, storms, and meteorites.

However, Milo is not a Great Old One in the traditional sense. He is not a life form born with the rules. His special characteristic is that he is not bound by most rules and orders, rather than controlling them. Therefore, destructive methods have never been his forte. Of course, demolishing a building or a street is easy for him, but such demolition team-style world-destroying efficiency is too low.

Moreover, the world of the belief in adult insects has already proven that killing the vast majority of creatures does not necessarily mean the complete destruction of the world.

There seems to be some kind of unspoken rule in the abyss: sometimes, destroying the world is simple and easy, while at other times it is incredibly complicated and difficult.

Milo is brainstorming.

But Emma didn't seem particularly interested in the concept of the apocalypse. She pointed to a floor ahead and said:

"Well... before you make a move, I'd like to go take a look over there first."

"there?"

……

Two minutes later.

upstairs.

in the living room.

"Hiss... Ah—"

"Where did you get these magical leaves... They're... amazing!"

"Of course, it came from Yan."

Emma and Milo lay flat on the living room carpet. Although the living room window was left slightly ajar, it was still completely filled with the thick smoke they were exhaling.

Both of them were drowsy and seemed to be floating on air.

Shortly after, Emma suddenly put a cigarette between Milo's lips.

Then, she flipped over and straddled him, almost roughly tearing off his tie, then the buttons on his collar...

"Hold me tight, baby..."

At that moment, the entire room was filled with scalding passion and primal desire.

Perhaps the magical leaves amplified some of the senses to the extreme, causing pleasure to completely overwhelm reason. In the following long tens of minutes, the living room carpet was almost completely soaked. If I say a few more words, this chapter will be over.

Why did I say "again"...?

...

……

Joining us in witnessing this "forbidden interaction" were Milo and Emma, ​​who stood outside on the balcony.

Emma even took out her glasses with the cracked lenses and hung them up.

Milo, in perfect unison, used his sleeve to wipe the dew that had condensed on the glass window.

As I said before, the abyss is illogical, and they probably couldn't be bothered to care about certain meaningless things anymore.

...

At first, the two of them didn't exchange any words. I'm talking about the two on the balcony, while the couple in the living room kept spouting witty remarks.

Emma and Milo rested their chins on their hands and quietly admired the scenes through the glass window that were enough to make anyone blush.

If there were a similar concept to a sanity value for shame, then Milo and Emma's "shame value" would be absolutely off the charts.

After all, the idea of ​​watching another version of yourself through a window and engaging in the most intimate and intense interaction with that other version is so bizarre and absurd that normal people probably couldn't even dream of it.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Milo, who was resting his chin on his hand, suddenly squinted and shrank back slightly:
"Eww! That looks so painful."

"But you clearly seem to be enjoying it, I mean, the you inside."

Emma turned her head to look at Milo, then immediately turned back to stare at the room, as if afraid of missing something.

"Hmm—wait a minute…what are they planning to do? Woah! This is a bit…"

"Is this really the level of flexibility that the human body can achieve?"

“I feel like you’re going to get crushed… I mean, her.”

"Wait a minute, did you swallow it?"

"Is it finally over?"

"Maybe not."

"They look like they're moving towards the window."

"They can't see us anyway, can they?"

"But she'll bump into the window..."

Don't you want to watch?

"Ok?"

Do you think I'm not good-looking?

"..."

...

As it turns out, the "movie-watching experience" of being separated by glass and several meters away is completely different from simply being separated by glass (almost face to face).

At this distance, you can almost clearly see every strand of hair clinging to the skin after being soaked in sweat, every moment of deep affection in the eyes, and the mist that appears rhythmically on the glass.

Even though the two people on the balcony had an incredibly high level of composure, their posture and demeanor gradually changed from calm and composed at the beginning to a state where they felt "it's not quite right to put their hands anywhere" in the face of this situation.

The wonder of the Abyss lies in the fact that chaotic elements can accurately replicate reality, or to put it bluntly, it is a 100% one-to-one perfect replica, with all details basically remaining the same.

It's almost like looking in a mirror...

To put it bluntly, even if they don't have the same face or body, even if they are strangers, who can remain calm and composed during a live broadcast at this distance?

Previously, these two could calmly exchange and evaluate the "performance" of their other selves in the room.

Now they're all silent.

The more silent they were, the more the volume in the living room seemed to increase several times over, and their pent-up emotions seemed to crash down on them.

……

What truly shamed the world was that Emma was the first to speak.

Her tone was relatively normal; she asked a question calmly without turning to look at Milo. She asked:

"Strictly speaking, your body isn't in the abyss right now, is it?"

“Yes.” Milo nodded.

"So whatever I do to you next can only be considered an act of desecration against your soul, right?"

"Uh—hmm?"

(End of this chapter)