Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 681 The Girl and the Goat

It felt like a bizarre and fleeting dream.

From that small seaside village to Nanwei City.

From a drunkard at the beginning to a law enforcement officer later on.

From an ordinary person to a visionary.

From nightmares to voyeurs, and then inexplicably into shadows.

From the world of wakefulness, to the realm of illusion, to the abyss.

Finally, under the afterglow of the blood moon, it was devoured and disintegrated by the power of the gods.

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For a moment, Milo had the illusion that everything he had experienced in this world could be seen in the strange phenomena in the Blood Moon sky, and that he could see bits and pieces of the past.

The pilgrims hidden in the mountain streams guard their tribe's "plantation"; the shadowy glint of weapons and the hunter's cold gaze lurking in the darkness; the fleeting figure of the deep-sea diver; the deceitful figure appearing in the air...

Those familiar yet unfamiliar faces, those flesh-and-blood souls, are gradually fading from his memory.

It's like compressing all the content from the past few years into a book, and then flipping through it in a flash.

Even Milo himself might not be able to say for sure whether the world in his most primal memories, which has become blurred, was real, or whether Nanwei City was real, or whether it was all just a dream.

He never truly lived in either world.

Who knows...

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It seems that from a certain point in time, Milo severed ties with his past self.

It cannot be determined whether the decision was made under his own subjective will, but he really forgot his past self. When his consciousness began to dissipate, he could only vaguely remember that he had such an experience, an ordinary and mundane experience, but he could not remember any details of it. What was forgotten was not only his real name.

Therefore, he could always feel an emotion called sadness brewing within him.

But perhaps it was that noble, superior order that shielded him from these base, cowardly emotions?

It's also possible that Milo has never truly faced that side of himself.

In short, when all the great power he possessed—his talent for devouring fear, the adoration of his followers, and his rebuilt immortal flesh and soul—melted and disintegrated rapidly under the torrent of the gods, like an ice sculpture falling into a long river, Milo suddenly realized the sorrow he had overlooked.

And then, like a spring, a flood of emotions—not intense, but incredibly real.

All of these things, when combined, can perhaps be collectively referred to as human nature.

And that is precisely what Milo has gradually been stripped away and faded away during his long growth process.

He didn't sever all those weak and worthless traits from his body on the first day he became the Shadow, as Imnar claimed, but the truth is, he couldn't stop the so-called "evolutionary" trend.

Until the lost thing suddenly appeared before my eyes, that fleeting feeling...

Have you ever had this experience: suddenly hearing a melody you used to listen to a long time ago, or smelling a familiar scent from your childhood, and in that instant, emotions from that period of your life, deeply hidden in your mind, surge up?

But they may not necessarily be able to recall certain details of that period of time.

……

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In short, Milo is gone.

At least in this world controlled by the gods, he has vanished, more completely than he died.

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The gods conducted an in-depth study of the land after Milo was destroyed.

Of course, the subject of the study was not Milo.

What they wanted to know was why the thing sleeping underground resonated with a shadow, what was so special about the strange man who shouldn't be in this time and space, and what this isolated world was all about...

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Although that bastard left so gracefully, before being shattered, he faced the torrent formed by the combined might of the gods.

His consciousness and soul were savoring that long-lost humanity and forgotten sorrow until his very last moment. In a way, this was another kind of cruelty for those still alive in the conscious world.

For example, the girl whose eyes were gouged out again and who was left in the broken church.

She staggered out of the church.

Crossing the ruined crimson mountains.

Finally, he almost struggled and climbed to the battlefield after the gods had left.

In the cold, sharp ruins, she found Milo's severed forearm.

No one can imagine how she found the arm under such completely closed, suffocating, and desperate conditions.

The severed arm, just as Milo had sensed in the Dream Illusion, was icy cold, as if it had been dead for millions of years.

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Daisy was cold and sleepy.

Clutching her severed arm, colder than herself and heavier than a boulder, she huddled in a corner of the ruins, too afraid to take another step into the utterly dark world, and too weak to do so...

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I don’t know how much time passed.

Another strange creature crawled out of the ruins.

It has a human-like outline, but only an outline; most of its limbs are covered in tree bark with a sticky substance. Yet, this ugly thing, if you stare at it for too long, might momentarily be mistaken for the most beautiful member of the opposite sex according to your own aesthetic standards, regardless of gender…

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The hideous creature dragged a severed umbilical cord behind it...

As it crawled and writhed through the ruins, it kept muttering words that no one could hear, neither like a spell nor a simple whisper.

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It approached Daisy cautiously, like a hunter.

However, its target was not Daisy, but the severed arm in Daisy's hand.

After confirming that the blind human girl posed no threat, it roughly pushed her away and snatched the severed arm from her arms.

Daisy's resistance was completely futile.

The ugly creature let out a gleeful shriek, abandoned Daisy, and sped away into the ruins.

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Actually, this thing has appeared on this land for a long time.

In a way, she is the mother of Wendigo.

Do you remember where the original humanity that Milo bestowed upon Wendigo came from?
That's right, it was pulled out from the belly of the Supreme Mother Goddess.

That hideous monster was the incarnation of the Mother Goddess after she had been maimed and destroyed.

That madman even transformed into Grasso's appearance, going to great lengths to "conceive a new life" with Milo...

Perhaps it wasn't even at the level of a Mother Goddess incarnation; it was merely a wisp of will that had split off from the Black Goat of the Forest.

Despite its dilapidated state, it still retains its captivating charm, presenting itself to others as the most beautiful and alluring sight.

Unfortunately, it seems there are no other living beings on the battlefield besides Daisy...

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As for why it stole Milo's severed arm...

(End of this chapter)