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Chapter 696 A Sorrowful Person
Meg also followed Milo's footsteps and left the tombstone dream.

Their final farewell took place on a completely dark, desolate plain.

In fact, Milo wasn't very willing to talk to Meg, and Meg was the one who took the initiative to express herself throughout the whole process.

According to it, no matter how much Milo loathed or feared the creatures of the abyss, or even cared about the explosive gift Emma gave it, because regardless, the fact remained that Milo and Emma had brought it out of the abyss. Perhaps this was the way of thinking of the ancient Sumerians; Mego was more concerned with all the facts that had already occurred.

In other words, it is grateful to Milo.

...

The blood moon has now departed.

The dream of the tombstone has shattered, and Geheros, unable to find his offspring, quietly withdrew from this galaxy.

That's why such completely dark corners exist in a world of wakefulness.

“I think it’s time to say goodbye. My father came looking for me, and now it’s my turn to follow in his footsteps. It is my duty as a son, and it is my destiny. Thank you for leading me away from the abyss and away from that dream.”

"I will always remember this kindness, and I hope that one day I will get my revenge on you."

“Repay,” Milo corrected expressionlessly.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'll repay you! I hope I'll have the chance to repay your kindness in the future."

……

...

Mei Gao is gone.

It left without a sound.

Even Milo couldn't tell whether it was gone or dead.

...

Milo had no idea where he was.

But his consciousness gradually blurred, his fatigue grew heavier, and he became drowsy.

He simply lay down on the ground.

Perhaps he simply didn't have the strength to stand any longer...

In short, this rare tranquility brought out all the weariness and drowsiness that had been sealed deep within his mind.

Milo was truly exhausted; the pain and cold he could feel were gradually fading away.

The earth, devoid of the blood moon's glow, was utterly gloomy. Only in the far distance, on the horizon, lingered a faint, oil-painting-like hue of blood. In the dry, rough, and pitch-black space around him, Milo seemed to see some dark, humanoid shadows. They had only a round, bulging head and a vase-shaped torso, no limbs, floating like ghosts, or perhaps growing from cracks in the ground, swaying in the wind.

But he was certain that his eyes were closed.

Apart from these dark, floating objects, Milo sensed nothing else that was moving.

...

At some point, Milo realized that he seemed to have become one of those dark, floating objects. He could communicate with the other "kindred spirits," but it wasn't the kind of communication limited to the information level like that of ordinary creatures. Instead, it was a kind of deep-seated contact between wills and the spiritual world.

There were many things in the content that he found both familiar and incomprehensible.

But the exchange did not stop there; it continued for a long time.

The cycle repeats itself endlessly, and in this process, Milo cannot clearly define the passage of time.

...

It wasn't until a certain moment that he suddenly realized the truth.

All these dark, round, floating objects represent all the discarded "humanity"—the humanity of all lower, subservient races, superiors, ancient beings, Great Old Ones, and even gods. The dregs of the soul discarded in the pursuit of a higher life order…

Milo finally understood where that "familiarity" came from.

At this moment, he seemed to have wandered to a corner of a certain point in time. Perhaps it was not simply a gap in the order of time, but involved a higher-dimensional world order. In short, this tranquil place was like the positioning of Pans Canyon in the Dreamland. It was a giant garbage dump where all abandoned and forgotten things and people would fall into it. However, what was taken in here was humanity.

Milo may be the only human being with self-awareness in this tranquil place, but that doesn’t mean he has any advantage over other humans. An isolated self-awareness is destined to perish in solitude.

……

This is a completely unknown area.

Milo had no idea how he had ended up in this dumping ground of humanity, because there had been no guidance beforehand. He seemed to have just drifted off to sleep, and he was quite certain that he hadn't woken up yet.

This is neither an abyss, nor is it in the conscious world, nor does it resemble a dream world.

Perhaps, perhaps it's just a space he imagined or fabricated in his own mind.

.........

Until one moment, he felt that humanity within his field of vision was gradually fading away, and the tranquil space began to be filled with some scattered noises.

Milo knew that this inexplicably short journey should come to an end.

Then he woke up.

...

In Milo's mind, as long as he could wake up, it meant that no matter how much breath he had left, he was still alive.

And he was quite certain that as long as he wasn't dead, the first face he would see when he woke up and opened his eyes would definitely be Emma's, if he were in the conscious world...

Just like the last time he woke up in that corner of the dazzling starry sky.

With Nightmare's physical strength combined with Byakki's Keim, Emma Valrokan is now practically the fastest woman in the world.

Milo could almost picture the feeling of throwing himself into that familiar, tender embrace…

...

Just thinking about it, thinking about it...

Then, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a rough, old face, wrinkled like tree bark.

She was a thin, old woman wearing a cloak.

Behind the old woman were the shadows of two unfamiliar women, one younger and the other a young girl, both wearing cloaks and hoods.

The old woman was still dragging Milo's foot.

It seemed they had dragged him here from somewhere.

Upon noticing that Milo had woken up, the three men all showed expressions of surprise. Of course, the old woman's face was so wrinkled that it was impossible to discern any change in expression...

...

"Are you awake?"

"Much earlier than expected..."

"This means he's not meant to die, so let's keep him here."

"Ah... he smells so strongly of his master... I want to skin him and keep his skin, it smells so good... Waaah..."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go, he's almost fully awake."

……

The three women, each of different ages, spoke with a sob in their voices.

This information quickly coalesced in Milo's mind, corresponding one-to-one with what Meg had said in the tombstone dream.

Most importantly, they carried a scent that Milo was very familiar with—or rather, the scent of the blood of someone he knew very well…

Even, whether it was an illusion or not, Milo heard Enid's voice.

No, it wasn't his imagination; he was absolutely certain he had heard that girl's voice...

……

"Did I fucking kill you?!"

...

What does it mean to be startled awake from a terminal illness?

This guy seemed to have a spring or some other trigger mechanism installed; he suddenly sprang up and pounced on the grieving third lady.

The wailing and ferocious appearance seemed to recreate the old scene of madness under the blood moon.

...

However, the three sorrowful ladies were facing a cliff.

With smiles on their faces, they jumped off, not forgetting to wave goodbye to Milo.

But Milo, determined to keep those three witches here, couldn't let them leave so easily, so he frantically plunged into the abyss below.

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(End of this chapter)