Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 695, that one~
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And so it was as described in the Nash Chronicle.

A shadow that should never have existed in this world has descended, and the eyes of the mortal realm have never seen its true form. It is a being that feeds on the souls of mortals. The victims are lured by dreams, blinded and unaware, until terror and endless night descend upon them. People cannot see the monster that devours them, and the only thing they seem to have is to wait in the place where three suns rise...

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Everything within sight had clearly fallen apart.

But Milo seemed to see the afterglow of the past, as brilliant as an oil painting, and seemed to hear the soft, melodious humming of the chorus women on the distant ruins.

Generally speaking, just like mortals, the world, when facing extinction, will also produce its own unique cycle of change.

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And that shadow from beyond the stars, His incarnation in this conscious world, "Nefren Ka," emerged from the dissipating shadows of space.

This is a tall and capable-looking man.

He had dark skin but no trace of Black features; he had neither beard nor hair, and wore only a strange robe made of some kind of thick black fabric.

The feet, covered by the robe, seemed to be wearing some kind of special boots, because as the man walked toward Milo, he left behind a clicking sound, like the sound of some kind of animal's hooves...

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Mei Gao screamed as if she had seen a ghost and began to retreat frantically.

Its already disintegrating body shape trembled at an extremely high frequency, which went beyond the concept of "trembling" and was more like being gripped by some high-frequency sound waves, almost shaking away the little remaining remnant soul.

But just as Mego was frantically retreating, the man using the alias Nephren Ka simply waved his hand and said calmly, "Don't make a sound."

After saying this, Mego was unable to move an inch, as if it had become one with the world-destroying painting behind it.

Yes, men can see Mei Gao.

The remnant soul of the abyss, which even the gods and the blood moon could not detect, was subdued by Him with a single sentence.

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Milo sat blankly on the edge of the hill, without turning around.

The man, without any airs, walked straight over and sat down on the lawn.

"Who would have thought it would end so interestingly... I want to take these poor things with me, what do you say?"

He succinctly stated his purpose.

Following His gaze, one can see the Four Horsemen clinging to life on the Collapsed Plains.

"Do I look like someone who can stop this?" Milo showed the blood on his palms and abdomen. At this point, his movements were somewhat sluggish, like an old man in his twilight years.

"Don't forget that you are also one of the creators of this dream." The man calmly admired the strange phenomenon before him.

Some of the aftershocks from the collapse of space were as gentle as a breeze, yet they could shatter his fingertips like glass, causing them to disintegrate silently. He simply watched them calmly and attentively.

“After everything that’s happened… if I could, I would keep you here too.” Milo gave a bleak smile, a hint of self-mockery in it.

However, his words did not provoke the man's anger; instead, they prompted the man to sigh:

"What a captivatingly rebellious soul. If I had known you would think this way, then..."

The man pointed to his long robe and said:
"This is just one of my many bodies, and it's not even worth mentioning. If you still insist on trading your life for mine, then..."

He then made a gesture indicating "I have nothing to say".

"Isn't this the ending you wanted?" Milo sneered. "The dream gods fallen into the abyss, the jingling alarm clock in the sky, and the disturbed Azati... isn't this all part of your ingenious plan? And we are merely pathetic agents." The man rested his chin on his hand, his index finger tracing the area below his eye and cheekbone, and said with interest:
"Do you really think I care that much about the life or death of this filthy civilization? Or those you just threw into the abyss? They're all the same. Your fate is none of my concern, at least not among the thousands of me..."

He pointed to himself again:

"I don't care about that at all. If there's anything that can attract me, it's only this moment of exquisite chaos, although it does indeed stem from the seed I planted."

"How much longer are we going to have this tedious dialogue?" Milo muttered listlessly.

"That depends on when you're ready to give in," the man replied.

“I thought this was going to be a segment where the villain explains the whole story,” Milo said, shrugging.

"Unfortunately, I haven't really been paying much attention to what's been happening in your little town lately," the man replied casually.

It's not hard to see that, having witnessed the different civilizations on the other side of the stars, He can easily understand the language Milo uses that doesn't belong to the present era, and communication between them is almost effortless. Or rather, in this level of communication, He is taking care of Milo's cognitive limits.

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"Why don't you come along too?" the man suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" Milo frowned, taking two seconds to react before narrowing his eyes and shaking his head in annoyance: "That's how you got that million-dollar Favorite, right?"

“I never asked them to serve me all the time. Everything they do is based on their own independent will. I can even bring them salvation at crucial moments, just like now. This is a sure-fire deal.”

The olive branch that the man suddenly extended was rudely broken and torn up by Milo, who then used it as toilet paper.

“I’ll put all your adorable pets in the microwave and bake them one by one,” Milo threatened menacingly.

“It is the one who is favored…” the man corrected.

He immediately realized what was going on and grinned: "So you agree with my initial proposal, right?"

Because Milo's last words revealed his remaining will to live.

After all, he doesn't have the ability to kill anyone right now...

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"I feel relieved to hear you say that."

The man slowly stood up.

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It seemed that the two were talking with the seconds counting down, and the entire tombstone dream came to an end just as they "reached a consensus".

Matter, light and shadow, everything vanished in this moment.

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The man left with his four adorable pets, deliberately leaving a trail behind him.

And as He Himself said, the creator of the tombstone dream was indeed Azati, but so was Milo; he actually held a portion of the control, but only at the moment of near collapse…

To be precise, Milo didn't need to do anything; he simply couldn't leave.

The creator cannot die in their own dream.

That path was Milo's way of life.

(End of this chapter)