Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 688 The Hope of the Gods

"1839 / Unknown month / Unknown day"

"Oh no, I must be having a stupid dream."

“My dreams lately have been very strange. They are no longer as easy to distinguish from reality as they used to be. Many times I even have difficulty determining whether I am awake or dreaming.”

"What I mean is, a few days ago I actually saw a stunningly beautiful woman touching her XT with a severed human hand, so either the world has gone mad, or I've become some kind of pervert."

"Of course, it's also possible that they all turned into perverts together. I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't barged into the Valrokan's house that day, the two of them would have been biting each other in the living room within a minute at most..."

"Aren't they siblings? Aren't they afraid of having some mentally challenged children like medieval nobles?"

……

"In short, everything was in chaos, I remember it very clearly."

“At first, I was investigating the wanted list. That’s right, to be precise, it was me and Milo investigating together. No, actually, it was just me investigating. He didn’t contribute at all.”

"I bumped into the man in black delivering the wanted poster at night, um... what happened next?"

"Ah~ right, Milo wasn't completely without help either; we worked together to take down all the bounty posters in the city."

"But this did not stop the arrest warrants from circulating within the law enforcement office. All the colleagues were still obsessed with those arrest warrants."

"Actually, I don't even know if I'm dreaming anymore, right? When I fall asleep, I see the exact same city streets, the exact same passersby, the exact same law enforcement office, and Rebecca who's even sexier than usual..."

"Anyway, one night when I was on night shift, I finally met the guy who delivered the wanted poster."

"There was more than one person. They called themselves the Sad Ladies. There were three of them: an old woman, an adult woman, and a young girl."

"Admittedly, the old woman looked frightening, while the girl was quite cute. What they had in common was that they were both eerie and constantly sobbing."

"They asked me to help make new wanted posters. I don't know if I was out of my mind or scared, but I helped them in a daze. In that dilapidated printing factory, a lot of new wanted posters were made. None of the wanted persons on those posters were normal human beings. They were all big octopuses and rats and the like."

"I don't understand the point of doing these things, but they never speak human language..."

I remember the old woman saying a lot of things I couldn't understand at all, something like—

The loyal servants all followed a certain figure and departed.
Kind souls are always favored and envied by the gods.

You are their last hope. And so on…

"The most interesting thing is that they also know that I am a 'dreamer'."

...

"What else... what else did they say?"

'Aren't they all asleep? They don't know whether they're dead or still alive.'

In this illusory world where black and white are reversed, only those like you, immersed in dreams, can be considered the awakened ones, and can become their last hope.

Apart from the vast majority who have fallen into madness, the rest are either dead or have accepted chaos; they no longer have the right to dream.

That young Shadow Lord, I must admit, is extremely arrogant and audacious. Whether it's facing the choice of the gods head-on or making those extravagant bets, he already seems to be showing a hint of his master's style...

It's been so many years since we've seen someone like him, but in the end, only he himself remained truly majestic and dashing.

When time settles into a regular pattern, and everything begins to be torn down and rebuilt, he and all his companions will taste despair once more. And you, the only one left who remains conscious, shouldn't you be the one to bear all this?

I honestly can't remember the rest.

"I'm pretty sure I can hear some noises coming from outside the city, and I also see those strange red lights shining down from the sky. Actually, even a child could guess that something terrible is happening outside, but I don't think it's necessary to look at those images that might ruin my appetite for breakfast tomorrow, right? As long as I wake up in a little while, I'll have cleverly avoided some bad experiences. Yes, I'm already a very mature and experienced daydreamer."

“At least that’s what I thought at the time.” “But it turned out that things weren’t as simple as I thought, because some strange things visited the printing factory. They wandered the streets like ghosts, and I could only see part of their shadows through the old glass windows. They stood in front of the door and never broke into the printing factory, but they never left either.”

“Grandma Sadness said that the time had not yet come. Actually, I never really understood what it meant when the time had come, until later she said that the shadow named Valrocan was dead.”

"Milo is dead."

"I don't know why, but I wasn't sad at all when I heard the news, and I wasn't even panicked. Maybe I felt like I was still dreaming, or maybe in my subconscious I thought Milo was the kind of person who was hardest to die, and that he couldn't possibly die before me."

...

……

"But slowly, I realized that what Granny Sadness said might be true."

"I could feel that the world was a bit more lively than before, but overall it was much quieter. Finally, I saw the huge blood-red moon hanging high in the sky. It was not beautiful, and even looked a bit ferocious, but the strange light it emitted reflected in the sky created a very moving, oil painting-like scene."

"I also saw large areas of collapsed city buildings, and red mountains rising on the distant horizon."

"There were many huge butterflies floating slowly in the sky, their wings were burning, it was very beautiful, but there was also a very desolate and lonely atmosphere."

“I also saw many familiar faces, and they all…very slowly became blurry and faded.”

"Replacing those familiar faces are giants that are glowing from head to toe. They actually look similar to humans, and most of them look like old people. But do they not know that I am starving to death? They look even more awkward than those monsters."

“All these luminous figures were roaring, and the wind and clouds were stirred up by them.”

“They seemed very angry… or rather, furious. They cursed Milo and shouted things like, ‘Do you think you can trap me like this?’”

"Their insults were incredibly harsh, extremely harsh. The grieving ladies told me that these were revered gods, but they never imagined that gods could curse like shrewish women..."

"It seems Milo did something very hateful, but I can't see him. He seems to be really dead... How could that be..."

"..."

“The sorrowful ladies say that the gods have been trapped in this world for too long, and they are now very uneasy and fearful, frantically searching for a way out.”

"But there are no other people in this world who are good at dreaming."

"Except me."

"I am the only way for the gods to return to their homeland."

"To prevent that from happening, I must die..."

...

"I don't remember much of what happened after that."

"Maybe it was just a nightmare."

"But it wasn't that scary. After all, I've had much worse nightmares, so this level is nothing."

"Just kidding, Milo isn't that easy to kick the bucket, is he? And what's with all this talk about me becoming the gods' only hope? That's even more absurd. When the gods are reduced to the point where they can only rely on me, that's the real end of the world, hehe."

Even if, even if that's really the case...

"Hmm—will someone come to rescue me?"

"There probably will be, hehe."

(End of this chapter)