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Chapter 682 Regression Principle

Judging from the many mad pronouncements of that incarnation of the Supreme Mother Goddess, it's possible that it has some past or future connection with Milo, though Milo is currently unaware of it.

It can be roughly summarized as—I want to have your child.

It has a somewhat morbid and distorted feel to it.

In the end, Crow benefited from this and completed a "transition between the old and the new".

As for the one on the ruins...

Hmm, it's hard to say.

It's really hard to give a proper evaluation.

...

Although its true form is a filthy creature that is difficult to describe with metaphors, the "self-refinement" function from the Mother Goddess can still deceive those dull-witted eyes, making them mistake it for the beautiful flesh in their hearts.

So at least it doesn't look that bad on screen.

Since your clairvoyance is probably not that high, I can describe the scene in the corner of the ruins like this.

That is, the most beautiful X-fantasy individual you can imagine, under a sky covered by a blood moon, using Milo's severed arm to engage in some kind of self-pleasure, well, regardless of gender.

……

So sometimes not being able to see the truth is a kind of happiness, right?

The Supreme Mother Goddess was delighted.

We, the onlookers, also had a feast for the eyes.

And so, the world where only Milo was injured was created.

It seems that every god will eventually be blasphemed.

While being revered and worshipped by the masses, there will always be one or two troublemakers who don't really want to kneel at your feet but want to use your feet to do things that Quentin likes. This is unavoidable, and even Milo is no exception.

...

……

But is the war really over?

Just as narrow-minded mediocrities see it, it started swiftly and ended abruptly.

...

Or do you think that severed arm will become the clichéd trigger for resurrection...?

Bullshit~~
It really was just used as a toy.

Even if Milo could truly be reborn from a withered, stiff severed arm, I think he certainly wouldn't want to be resurrected to find himself in a strange place...

...

……

the fact is.

The radiance of the blood moon has always enveloped the entire world of consciousness.

After the gods descended and bestowed upon Milo annihilation, he vanished without a trace.

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—Are they really dead? Those who have turned to dust will never come back.

This was the last vestige of Milo's remaining consciousness.

He felt like he had slept for a very long time.

He was so tired he could barely wake up; the exhaustion felt like a swamp, clinging tightly to his body, making it impossible for him to even turn over.

In his dream, he could only see pitch blackness; no, he couldn't even see blackness. It was an emptiness that felt like a void.

I don't know how long I stayed in this absolutely silent environment, until at some point, a faint, almost imperceptible firefly appeared in the endless void in my field of vision.

Thus, the ultimate nothingness and dark space seemed to have gained consciousness.

Millions of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

It's as if the universe has experienced death and rebirth in the blink of an eye. Fireflies turned into fireballs, then into stars, then into nebulae, and then into scattered stars, gradually disappearing and returning to silence.

This may be the true core of eternity. So-called order and truth are composed of countless minute chaos, undergoing one meaningless rebirth and end after another.

Countless stars and lives emerge passionately, just like countless eons ago, coming and going, coming and going, over and over again, without a beginning.

Millions of years have passed.

Beneath a dawn composed of a cluster of stars, amidst a fountain of countless colors of shimmering light, something more tangible than fireflies was born.

He is brighter and more dangerous than the stars. Even the most dull-witted soul can understand with just one glance that He possesses the power to turn the world to ashes or to reactivate a dying star.

He replaced the fireflies, becoming the source of destruction and birth; matter, energy, thought, and even wild dreams all originate from Him.

He has no name, because all formal designations are meaningless for a being who is born only to die.

He had many brothers and sisters, born at a point in time hundreds of millions of years later, whom He never met.

And as ordained by an ancient curse, their birth was also their death, and death marked the end of those hundred million years. But…

He was born before our eyes, but death did not come.

He fell into a deep sleep in an incomprehensible way, like an innocent child, completely unaware that he had avoided an ancient curse.

Driven by certain primordial forces, the desolate void exploded and churned, and the floating debris began to coalesce, giving birth to stars that evolved into nebulae.

The void of the universe has ushered in its dawn.

Thus, both good and evil arose.

Thus came the abyss, the vast civilizations, and the dreamlike world.

Thus came gods, ghosts, and will...

……

Thus, the one that was fast asleep naturally acquired its own name.

"Azati"

He belongs to—the Chaos Royal Court.

...

"so……"

...

Indeed, Milo had uncovered some incredible secrets.

Just as he was beginning to grasp these truths, a patch of sky, a gentle breeze, and a ray of purple light entered his eyes.

Like a scream in the shadows of the night, it jolted him awake from his dreamlike reverie of the dazzling starry sky.

……

It was only then that Milo realized that the body, which seemed to be stuck in the mud and out of control, seemed to be reacting a little.

He can move now.

What startled him was not a scream in the dark.

It was another very familiar sound.

That was the occasional high-frequency hissing from the old stereo at home.

Then, through the crack in the door, came a melody that seemed to have been gone for centuries—a melody he was once most familiar with, yet now most unfamiliar with.

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"Red lips, fiery passion, desperately needing comfort—"

"Tenderness, desire, utterly lost—"

……

Almost everyone has had this experience.

When you were just a little kid, you didn't have control over any of the movies, music, or entertainment equipment in the house. So most of the time, you could only reluctantly watch your dad's favorite TV shows and listen to your mom's idols' songs, just to have something to watch.

So the main theme of Milo's childhood was actually those lyrics and melodies that were somewhat explicit for that era.

Of course, every time I'm like this on the weekend, lying in bed, the lady in my family will turn the stereo up to the maximum volume.

The door, which offers virtually no soundproofing, will unleash every note it receives, pouring it all into Milo's bed, including the occasional electrical noise from the dilapidated speaker.

as well as--

"You brat, it's so late and you're still sleeping!"

……

...

Milo, lying in bed, dared not move an inch.

He didn't know if he would shatter the scene before him with a sudden movement, so he dared not move.

This was the first time Milo had ever found the music from that old, broken speaker, paired with the jeers coming from outside the door, to be so pleasant to listen to.

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"I remember now..."

"They're all back..."

"Hehe...he..."

Milo laughed out loud while lying in bed.

But as I laughed, tears welled up in my eyes.

...

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)