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Chapter 690 The Tragic Son
Emma's Nightmare, along with old Theon and his electrifying Keim Domain, are "scavenging" all the survivors in the Tombstone Dream world.

For Milo, the final outcome of this plan, which had gone through several near-death experiences, would not require any more bloodshed.

The blood that needed to be shed has already been shed twice; now it's time to sit at the negotiating table.

...

Deep within that scorched valley, Milo calmly recited the summoning incantation.

If your spiritual vision is high enough, you should be able to recognize which one is the ball of steel wool floating in the air in front of Milo.

I had actually seen the same scene once before in the abyss.

Do you remember how the Abyss World, where the incestuous siblings of the Valrocan family lived, was ultimately destroyed?

After their passion subsided, they performed the Dolores summoning ritual.

Then the investigator, hiding in a dark corner, shot him in the head.

The summoning ritual was forced to stop.

The steel wool analogy is actually a somewhat whimsical way of describing it. To be precise, as the rotating metallic objects gradually grow larger, gray hemispheres and cylinders also appear out of thin air, twisting together with the metal fragments in an extremely complex way. There's a kind of geometric beauty to it.

Unlike the powerful sense of oppression typically displayed by those in positions of authority.

You can't sense any malice in Doross, and you can't even detect his personality or emotions. He's like a pure evolutionary entity of order, or a complex machine.

Perhaps this is the common characteristic of Outer Gods.

……

Another characteristic of Dorothy probably doesn't need much introduction.

His summoning ritual must be recited strictly according to the complete incantation. If any error occurs and the ritual is interrupted, the exquisite geometric shape that is suspended in the air will expand and grow at an extremely fast speed, eventually tearing apart the world to which it was summoned and becoming the destroyer of the world.

Just like in the abyss world.

After the brave investigator C blew the cultist's head off with a single shot, that world was completely destroyed by Dolores's order.

...

On that day, at the foot of the Crimson Mountains, C from the lucid world mentioned the word "Doross" in the cryptic messages to Milo.

Perhaps he didn't know much, only saying that if anyone were to perform Doros's summoning ritual again, the ritual must be stopped.

At the time, Milo found this to be a very difficult sentence to understand.

Why interrupt the summoning ritual?

Isn't that just courting death?

If the ceremony is interrupted, everything is over.

...

Self-destruction is incomprehensible under any circumstances; only in the context of the current situation can it make sense.

...

Those cold, unfeeling geometric materials intertwine and swirl continuously in the very center of the valley.

Where Doross was found, even light and shadow were cut off by the material that looked like metal fragments.

Aside from sheer order, no emotions can be felt.

The entire valley was thus enveloped in a cold, indifferent light curtain.

Milo sat calmly on the scorched earth beneath the light curtain, silently reciting the summoning ritual.

...

Until one day, another independent personality besides Milo finally emerged in the valley.

It was a very blurry shadow, without a fixed outline, and constantly changing, capable of resembling any kind of creature…

A ghostly shadow slowly floated closer to Milo and asked him this question in pure Sumerian:

"Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?"

Milo, who was in the middle of a summoning ritual, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He had heard similar phrases countless times.

Moreover, it involves multiple language versions, such as those of various Dark Inhabitants, the Eternal Kingdom, and the Golden Tree Civilization...

Perhaps this is one of the superior orders inherent in Milo himself: all beings who meet him will uncontrollably ask in their own language—Do you know the consequences of doing this…

...

Milo's mouth did not stop chanting the incantation for Doros.

However, this did not prevent him from communicating with the blurry shadow behind him through mental will—"Thank God, you've finally stopped howling."

...

For a long time, the only life form that could create noise in Milo's ears for an extended period without being punished was Mego. Of course, the baby's cry was merely noise from the Blood Saintess's dream-inducing technique.

“It’s a great misfortune for the world to have you two siblings.” Meg’s shadow floated back and forth behind Milo.

“You know, that lady flying around in the sky right now would be more than willing to blow you up again,” Milo replied calmly.

The moment Mego's body crawled out of the abyss rift, Emma blew it to smithereens with explosives, scattering bits of flesh all over the valley.

Perhaps Emma's name really does have some kind of intimidating effect on Meg.

After Milo finished speaking, Megaud's shadow remained silent for a long time.

He spoke again after a long silence:
"I have no intention of getting involved in your conflict with the gods of dreams; I only hope you can let me leave."

"So indifferent to worldly affairs? I almost forgot that you are a descendant of the Sumerians."

Milo didn't actually care about Meg.

From the moment it arrived, this Son of Death had little to do with the situation.

“Sumeru is a thing of the past.” Megaud’s tone revealed a faint trace of sorrow, perhaps just an illusion.

"Your existence is merely meant to unleash a catastrophe, so there's no need to be so sentimental." Milo always spoke so frankly, but he was telling the truth. The artificial gods of Pumeru were just one way to fight against the gods.

That ancient civilization sought to seize the power of the star's core, which was the Azati deep beneath the earth. They believed that the son of Azathoth was powerful enough to contend with the ancient gods of the dream world.

Therefore, they used some forbidden technique to conceive the offspring of the Outer God, Mego.

All that remains is the moment Mego is born, and her biological father, Blood Moon Gherros, will descend, bringing with him celestial sounds and chaotic rules that will disturb Azati's slumber.

Yes, the Sumerians were trying to awaken Azati.

As for what to do after awakening, those questions have already been buried in the earth along with the entire Sumerian civilization.

……

"Actually, the one who resonated with the slumbering star core and created this mysterious world of tombstones should have been me," Mei Gao's shadow sighed.

"But... that beautiful lady you mentioned was too ruthless. She gave me almost no chance, not only shattering my body but also destroying my soul."

"So this is how the Sumerians saved themselves?"

Milo suddenly understood, but not entirely.

"Self-salvation or self-destruction, history has already given the answer." Mego seems to have let go of his past with Sumeru.

"Now I only hope that you, as the master of the Tombstone Dream, will agree to let me leave this illusory space."

Mei Gao adopted a very humble attitude.

It harbored no resentment toward Emma's resolute decision, nor did it envy Milo for taking away the rightful right to resonate with Azati. It only wanted to leave this world, for it knew what was about to happen.

“You seem to take it all in stride,” Milo said noncommittally.

Mei Gao, however, said:

"Born as the offspring of an Outer God, I am naturally qualified to be recognized by the Star Core. You may think that all of this is a gift or blessing that ordinary people cannot imagine, but isn't it also a curse? Do you think I want to be at the core of this catastrophe? Who would want to be at odds with the whole world before they are even born..."

...

Perhaps no one can understand even a tenth or a twentieth of the tragedy that Megaud suffered.

As it itself said, even before it was born, it was already at odds with most of the world's creatures.

It never experienced a mother's embrace like a normal child.

It desperately crawled out of the cracks in the woman's body, but this woman it had never met gave it the most ferocious "welcome ceremony".

The so-called "divine child" status led to the destruction of the civilization to which its bloodline belonged millions of years ago.

No one asked Mei Gao for his opinion on any of this.

...

"Are you trying to play the victim with me?"

Milo perfectly demonstrated what it means to be heartless.

“I only beg you to let me leave this world and let me accept my own destiny.” Mego responded with utmost sincerity: “I am now just a remnant soul. My birth mother has been annihilated, and my birth father can no longer see me. A weak and insignificant soul like mine is not even worth a speck of dust in His eyes. Isn’t that a kind of tragedy? Haha… But the gods will soon notice you, and then I will no longer have the chance to speak with you.”

"Don't worry, even if the gods discover me, what can they do?"

Milo suddenly chuckled twice.

(End of this chapter)