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Chapter 694 Hehehehehe

Actually, everyone thought Milo was there to negotiate.

That's what old Theon thought.

The gods thought so too.

In the end, Milo didn't exchange a single word with the gods; it was the gods who talked all at once the whole time.

No one could know what Milo was planning in advance, and neither could Mego, who had been following him closely. Mego witnessed the whole thing up close, and having never actually walked among humans before, he truly experienced the treacherous and cunning nature of the conscious world.

"I didn't know it could be like this..."

The Death Child uttered a sentiment that even it could not explain.

It turns out that even a weak mortal who has almost lost all his power can treat the gods in high positions like dogs.

Yes, the gods thought that as long as they coaxed and controlled Milo to complete the summoning ritual, that would be enough.

Little did he know that this guy hadn't left himself any way out from the very beginning. The last part of the summoning incantation he copied was deliberately written incorrectly, as if he had foreseen the gods' choice and knew that they would force him to recite the incantation in its entirety...

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And so the world was overturned.

To be precise, the dream of the tombstone was overturned.

The phantom of the Outer God Doros's destructive will expands wildly and amplifies in this psychedelic dreamscape.

Those twisted metal objects, which Milo jokingly called steel wool, stretched and expanded without limit in this space, just like the scene Milo had witnessed in the Abyss World. Even the gods could not reverse this trend.

……

"It's over."

This may be the first time Milo has truly played the role of a world destroyer.

What was destroyed was the Tombstone Dream, a world created by his shared dream with Star Core Azadi.

Compared to Emma's original plan of cosmic-scale annihilation, Milo's choice was much milder. For him, it was simply a choice between two coexisting realities, while for Azadi, who was still in a slumber, it was just a different dream.

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"We're going to fall into the abyss, aren't we?"

Mei Gao had actually given up hope.

It had basically figured out the man's attitude. From the very beginning, he hadn't considered the position of any person or god; he would stop at nothing to achieve his planned goal. Judging from his calm and serious demeanor, it seemed that going against the gods of the dream world was no big deal.

How could someone like that care about the feelings of a remnant soul?

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“You seem to be much more humble than any other Outer God offspring I’ve ever met.”

Milo pulled the sharp wooden stake out of his lower abdomen and slowly turned to look at the location where the remnant soul of Meg was.

Behind him, the entire sky and earth were in a state of constant splitting and disintegration. The figures of the gods had long since disappeared, sucked away by the terrifying abyssal rift that appeared in space. No, this rift was much larger than any rift before; it was a huge canyon that cut the entire land in two...

The scene of the sky burning and the sea boiling was so close at hand, it seemed so unreal, so illusory.

The Order of Doros is silently dismantling everything in this world. It is like an emotionless researcher, using the most rational and indifferent thinking to deconstruct the data model in front of it.

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If you are rational enough, or able to separate the world's collapse from your own safety, you will be able to appreciate the beauty of this scene.

As the sky and floor continued to tear apart and disintegrate, a string of advice from Emma even appeared beneath Milo's feet—"Awesome sights lie ahead."

...

"It is indeed a magnificent sight."

Milo muttered to himself.

At this critical juncture, no one else has the time to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

...

Byakki's KEIM realm had already created the Tombstone Dream at hundreds of times the speed of light, right at the moment Milo interrupted the summoning ritual.

Emma didn't try to take Milo with her at that moment, because that was unrealistic; recklessly entering the gods' field of vision might shatter the entire KEIM domain.

This was also something they had agreed upon beforehand; Milo didn't need Emma to risk her life to rescue him.

He was very fortunate, fortunate that she was a "heartless" woman, the kind who wouldn't come if she said she wouldn't, without even looking back. Of course, this was just a joke; their cooperation relied more on absolute trust in each other.

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Time is ticking away, second by second.

Milo finally climbed to the highest hill nearby, found a flat spot, and sat down, looking a little tired.

He didn't bother to treat his wounds, and just stared blankly at the sky as it disintegrated layer by layer.

Even if Dolos is an Outer God, destroying a world still takes time; it can't be done overnight. But Mego still couldn't understand Milo's dejected act of sitting there, waiting to die.
"Could this also be part of your ingenious plan?" it asked, puzzled.

"hey-hey."

Milo raised the hand that was covering the wound, glanced at the deep red bloodstains on his palm, his face slightly pale, and his smile looked awkward.
"You might not believe it, but the situation was urgent at the time, and my so-called plan only went this far; the rest was just empty talk..."

“Uh…” Mei Gao remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he sighed:
"Then I can only say that I overestimated your planning ability, but on the other hand, I underestimated your courage."

"So it's courage? So what did the Abyss teach you? Where we're from, we call this kind of person a madman." Milo shook his head.

"So, will we fall into the abyss, or perish along with this tombstone dream?"

Ultimately, Mego was afraid of death. No, to be precise, it wanted to experience what it felt like to be alive.

"Us? No, no, no, there's no 'us' here. You and I are different~"

Milo shook his head and corrected him:
"Just as the gods fall into the abyss and the weak perish with the world, each different life form carries... how should I put it, I don't like such fantastical notions, but it's true that everyone carries a different destiny. This is the result of all the things you've done in the past, a causal relationship. You haven't even lived, so where does destiny and causality come from?"

"So what?" Megko simply sat down on the floor next to Milo.

This guy seems to have resigned himself to his fate.

Before them, the world was crumbling, yet their conversation was so calm and thoughtful.

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“Or, those interactions between you and me are some of the few causes and effects you have, so your fate today might really be decided by me, or influenced by me.” Milo didn’t know what he was rambling about. His mind wasn’t as sharp and clear as it used to be, mainly because of oxygen deprivation.

"So do you think we... you and I will perish along with the dream of the tombstone, or fall into the abyss like the gods?" Meg asked curiously.

Yes, now it's no longer asking about its own fate, but purely out of curiosity about what Milo will decide.

“I don’t know.” Milo’s answer was also straightforward and shameless.

And then came the first time in his life he saw the shadow of a remnant soul and rolled his eyes...

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After the tombstone dream collapsed and shattered, the ground resembled an ice lake subjected to extreme heat, cracking and melting simultaneously, revealing the chaotic order beyond the space—ripples from the abyss. The gods, due to their inherent powerful attributes, had already been "captured" by the abyss. Only some insignificant little fish and shrimp remained, temporarily unaffected by the abyss's pull, such as Milo and Mego. They might not even feel the abyss's pull until the tombstone dream was completely annihilated, perhaps somewhat similar to the principle of universal gravitation.

And on that dissolved surface.

You can see countless frenzied remnants of the past fleeing.

No, it's not an escape. They are still in a state of extreme madness. Rather than an escape, it's more like they are driven by some subconscious impulse to start running wildly, searching for a place to settle down.

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Besides the figures of the old guard, you can also see some familiar faces.

They emerged from the collapsing ground like rotting worms, dragging their foul-smelling, broken bodies, wailing and pleading for salvation from the "father," "master," or "God" they spoke of.

They are, respectively, the tall man who went completely insane after the spell binding his body was broken—the Plague.

A strange creature whose entire body was cut in two, with its torso and fleshy wings wriggling on the ground—Greed.

The faceless girl whose mask has been torn off, wailing and crying every second—the mask.

Hanging on the mask's chest was the halberd that truly belonged to Him, the other end of which pierced the eye socket of the enormous, beast-like woman—the Calamity.

Compared to the crazed old men, the four before us have a truly unique aura.

The plague kept crying, as if it were muttering something, while the body of greed, torn in two, was able to communicate with each other.

The mask and the calamity—their flesh and blood seemed to have grown completely fused with that halberd. For a long time, the wounds had been constantly healing and then tearing open again, because they never exerted force in the same direction. Of course, in most cases, it was the calamity that was dragging the mask along…

These four strange beings, at this moment, were crying out loudly, pleading with God as the favored ones to bestow blessings upon them and allow them to escape this sea of ​​suffering...

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"Hehehehehe... It hurts, but I still can't help but laugh."

On the small hill, Milo was both laughing and crying, clutching his stomach.

This is exactly what he's been waiting for.

Unfortunately, only the Four Horsemen, who were destroyed that day, appeared. The more mysterious and sorrowful Three Ladies, as described by Meg, did not show up. Perhaps they had already left, or perhaps they never existed at all.

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Most of the time, the universe pretends to be unpredictable.

But its soul always knows its master, and each time the masters sleep, it is the longest cycle of all life.

Every unconscious murmur and every heavy breath of the Sleeping Lord is enough to set the stars back in their places, awaken the creatures slumbering in the crypts and submerged in ancient tombs, raise the ancient tombs submerged in the sea, gaze upon the believers who consider themselves the controllers, shake their world, until everyone recognizes its existence and worships it.

This is the symphony played by the destroyers, and the dream of the tombstone is a microcosm of the countless civilizations that have been buried in the endless river of time.

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And far beyond the stars, downstream of the ancient river of history.

The ancient souls, who were transforming into ants and merging into those humble civilizations, suddenly heard the howling cries from the tombstone dream.

He recently bid farewell to the scientist Rutherford, with whom he had jointly discovered alpha and beta rays in radioactive radiation and conducted scattering experiments, thereby confirming the existence of the atomic nucleus and proposing a hypothesis for the atomic structure model.

Now He is in another dimension, working with John McCarthy to propose a completely new research field: a technology that can make machines more efficient and intelligent, capable of deep learning, natural language processing, and other tasks. And He has given it a very contemporary name: "AI."

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Just as He silently descended upon Nanwei City to "guide" a wise girl, while also dimming the church's Star Tower.

He left his mark in every era and every civilization, planting his own seeds.

He was known as the "God of a Thousand Faces," the "Bloody Tongue," the "Black Pharaoh," and the "Faceless God"...

His followers are found throughout countless universes, and those who are powerful enough to have received His blessings call themselves the Million Favored Ones.

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In his daily life, he is both leisurely and busy.

He has so many interesting things to do yet.

But now He had to go back; the cries from the other side were unbearable.

(End of this chapter)