Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 697 The Inganok

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There are many ways to enter the Dreamland.

"The dreamer can sleep, and the dream creator is even simpler—they can just die."

"As for those who are neither dreamers nor dream creators, using spatial rifts is a fairly common method. Apart from those hidden passages in the corners of the world, ghoul lairs are the easiest passages to find."

"Actually, there is another method, but it is more risky and I don't recommend trying it lightly."

"What is it?"

"Through the cliff."

"The kind where you jump down?"

"Yes, leap into the endless void, and you will be surrounded by incredible, terrifying invisible darkness, or shining orbs of light, and laughing winged creatures. Then you will see a glowing rift, through which you will enter the Dreamland."

"Or fall to your death."

"Correct."

"Even if you strongly suggest it, no one would actually try it."

"So I think it's best to look for traces of ghouls."

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Above the city ruins of the Awake World, Lonnie William, the current High Priest of Silver Twilight Holy Light, is explaining some knowledge that is no longer considered taboo to the coroner Rick.

The main focus is on how to enter the dream world.

As for entering the Dream Realm, this was a conclusion reached by the two after discussing it all night.

The reason is simple: the surface of the lucid world still has many remnants of the madness of the past, and there is very little space for survival. In contrast, the gods of the dream realm have all fallen into the abyss, so there is really no other choice but to go there now.

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Rick suddenly noticed that Kay was squatting by the campfire, listening intently with her chin resting on her hands. So Rick shooed her away:

"Child, don't get too close to people like him. Stay away for your safety."

Lonnie immediately became displeased: "Listen, you can't assume I'm a pervert just because I'm in a wheelchair. You're insulting my character."

Kai blinked blankly, turned to look at Lonnie, his eyes seeming to ask: What is pedophilia?
“Hey, that’s what you said yourself, I didn’t say that,” Rick waved his hand.

"That's slander. Try saying another one of those lies. Don't think I don't know what kind of ghoul-eating things you do in your basement all the time." Lonnie immediately launched into mudslinging mode.

Kay still didn't respond. This time, she turned to look at Rick, her eyes seeming to ask: What is this ghoul business?
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Under the gray night, the whole land seemed very silent. In the area illuminated by the campfire in the ruins, only Rick and Lonnie's curses rose and fell until they were warned and shut up.

However, the preceding "academic discussion" was still very valuable, at least clarifying what exactly needed to be done. After the battle in the Tombstone Dream ended, everyone was listless and dispirited, as if they had lost their souls. It wasn't that they had lost hope, but it was inevitable when all they could see was ruin. Only a few people who were not mentally stable were able to stay active.

For example, that gourmet who lives in a basement year-round.

Ronnie has difficulty moving around, so when he got tired of yelling, he pushed his wheelchair back indoors to stay.

Rick, on the other hand, immediately began his operation.

He felt most comfortable in this dark and eerie environment; scorching sun would have been the death of him.

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The desolate ruins made it difficult to distinguish east from west, north from south, because all the familiar buildings that served as reference points had been destroyed. However, Rick was still able to find the approximate location of the suburban cemetery by following that familiar scent.

That's right, he's going to find the ghoul's lair.

Lonnie is all talk and no action, but Rick isn't that kind of person; he wants to do what he can for the team.

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The good news is that they actually found traces of ghouls for him.

After the Blood Moon departs, many of the worshippers will gradually perish while wandering aimlessly, eventually becoming food for ghouls. In the current state of the conscious world, the wilderness is basically a paradise for ghouls, with delicious food everywhere.

However, many ghoul clans are the type who haven't tasted good food before, having slurped up too many old bones from the graveyards, and now they can't get used to something new. As a result, the graveyards have become coveted treasure troves for many different ghoul clans.

Rick found the ghoul's lair in a corner of the cemetery in Nanwei City.

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The bad news is that he can't communicate with the ghouls.

Therefore, they can only rely on sign language.

Fortunately, the ghouls sensed a very strong "sense of their own" on Rick, namely the stench of decay, so even the lowest-ranking ghouls with questionable intelligence did not tear Rick to pieces, and he was eventually able to meet the elders of the ghoul clan.

Rick successfully conveyed his purpose using his half-baked, or rather, a quarter-baked, abstract sign language.

He wanted to use the passage in the ghoul's lair to take his friends to the Dreamland.

The elder of the ghoul clan also set his conditions, demanding that Rick offer up some "treasures".

So Rick reluctantly gave up his treasured jar of "meatballs" to the ghoul elder.

That place is full of high-end goods.

There are visionaries, chaos visionaries, messengers of the gods, and even the eggs of the Great Old Ones... (what do you think Rick was busy with on the battlefield?)...

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The underground transaction went very smoothly.

Rick traded a can of high-quality protein for the right to use the ghoul's lair's spatial passage.

Those survivors who had nowhere to go had a better option: it was said that the faith sect belonging to Milo had established sacrificial sites in some corners of the Dreamland. If they could find these places, they would have hope for life again.

But not everyone is willing to go to that dreamlike world, especially those stubborn ladies, who always seem to have only one answer—"Let me find Milo first."

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So where exactly is Milo right now?

Similar to what Lonnie William said, after falling from the top of the cliff, he witnessed the terrifying invisible darkness, the shining orbs of light, and the laughing winged creatures, before seeing the glowing rift.

Finally, one enters the dream realm through this passage.

Even after he completely lost consciousness, he still couldn't catch up with the sorrowful third lady.

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Looking back, I'm glad I didn't catch up. In my half-dead state, I would have been easily crushed if we had really fought.

Although he wasn't crushed to death by the three sorrowful ladies, he felt he was close to death, and would freeze to death.

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Even in a deep coma, Milo could still feel the bone-chilling cold.

This was far more terrifying than the cold he had ever felt, as if it could reach the very depths of his soul.

After being unconscious for an unknown period of time in this extremely cold environment, Milo felt himself being lifted up and thrown onto a wooden floor.

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"How come there are Inganok people here?"

"I don't know, I found it on the snow."

"Let's lock him in the slave warehouse for now. If he dies, we'll drag him out and throw him away immediately."

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Milo overheard some fragmented conversations in a complex language he had heard from the people of the Cold Plains who had sailed far away in the port of Selefis…

As for...Inganok?
Isn't that the most gloomy and desolate country in legend?
This claim was heard from the cats themselves; it's said to be a country where you can never enjoy a cat's purr.

(End of this chapter)