Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 815 My Heart is as Clear as a Mirror

Milo had a very long dream.

But unlike last time when I was exercising with a corpse, it wasn't as disgusting. This time it was... well... both smelly and fragrant, but overall it was still fragrant.

He thought he had fallen into an abyss and was about to see the corrupt gods.

However, no, he simply fell into a huge cesspool.

The water there, knee-deep, was all excrement-green. If you waded in the excrement for too long, you would start to get poisoned, but it wasn't highly toxic; it would just cause vomiting, diarrhea, and skin allergies. What was truly deadly was that this cesspool, where countless towering trees grew, was also home to many strange and bizarre creatures.

He saw some creatures that looked even more abstract than hybrids gathered together, gnawing on their kind who had died of disease.

After carefully navigating around these creatures, we encountered a strange behemoth wandering through the forest carrying a tree root. When it swung the root, it released many floating, dark red undead.

In addition, there are monkeys with flowing whiskers on their faces and giant frogs gathered in a corner.

Milo also saw a pile of dead mushroom corpses, all of which had bloated human limbs...

In some areas where the poop was deeper, his movement speed was greatly slowed down, so when he was followed by three or five cute frogs that were spraying death-cursing mist, the scene was quite tense.

...

Fortunately, the blue advice appeared once again.

Guided by the advice, Milo found three braziers in this dung pit forest. After lighting the braziers, the gate at the end of the forest opened for him.

...

He kept his head down and soon arrived at another place with an even higher concentration of feces.

This is a closed underground building.

It was crammed with many huge, eyeball-like insect eggs, watched over by a large swarm of red mosquitoes, each as big as a migo.

Those mosquitoes won't kill you directly by biting you, but they'll inject some kind of venom into your body, allowing insects to thrive inside you...

……

It was still the advice of the Noscia equation that guided Milo to the location of the mechanism to open the secret chamber.

He managed to escape successfully.

...

Then, he arrived at a dark village.

There are some building complexes here that lean against the stone walls.

It's almost entirely made of wood, and every step you take in it is accompanied by a piercing creaking sound.

The ground floor of the building was still a cesspool, where some huge spiders and maggots lurked.

However, the upper levels of the building are even more dangerous.

Hidden within were many sick villagers, emaciated like living corpses. Fortunately, their movements were very slow, but the real threat came from the one or two bloodied dogs that often followed them.

Oh, and there are some strange creatures hiding in dark corners. They use some kind of blow-needle dart. If you get pricked by that thing once, all the flesh around the wound will be dissolved, and even the bones will be burned into charcoal.

After crawling around the village for a while, Milo discovered that one of his legs had completely turned into a skeleton. Combined with the festering flesh from the poisoning in the cesspool and the worm eggs left inside his body, his body was riddled with holes, with not a single patch of skin intact.

He held onto the rickety wooden railing as he walked across the swaying log bridge.

Milo could no longer feel pain in his body.

He felt that he might have already become one of the villagers, only still retaining a sliver of rationality.

...

But in the end, he managed to climb out of that terrifying village.

It was still done under the guidance of advice.

...

At this point, with each step Milo took forward, a piece of rotting limb tissue would fall off his body.

Fully developed mosquitoes squeezed out of the rotting flesh on his back, spread their wings and flew into the distance, but he did not react to them.

……

Sometime later, Milo found himself lying inside a hemispherical stove.

He no longer had the strength to go any further.

Because the body had completely decayed.

Toxins and corruption reaped everything, leaving him not even a broken bone fragment as a souvenir.

...

So why is it said that this is a dream that smells both bad and smells good?
Because at the end of his dream, he once again fell into a similar trap of pleasure.

But this time it wasn't Joan Byrne's cold, stiff corpse, but an embrace warmer and more peaceful than a gentle fire.

His eyes had been lost on the way here, but Milo could still vaguely "see" the other person's appearance: the smooth white hair and the broken horn...

The ancient bloodline embraced him in the gentlest and most unreserved way.

His vision gradually cleared, and he began to feel soft touches and hear gentle whispers in his ear.

...

Milo saw the "ritual flowers" blooming all over the mountains under the morning glow. These were strange plants on the island used by Bloodborne believers in sacrificial rites to please the gods, and they would plunge creatures and even gods into endless pain and pleasure.

He knew exactly what he was seeing and perceiving, but Milo wasn't sure if it was real.

These must all just be a dream, right?
Because, rationally and objectively speaking, his physical attributes are clearly mismatched with Freya's in all aspects.

One wonders if, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers covering the mountains and fields, he still retained any semblance of "reason" and "objectivity."

……

...

That is the bloodline of the Greeks.

The bloodline of an ancient beast from outer space.

These are the raw materials used by the Hooked Finger Temple to forge divine bodies.

As someone who had glimpsed the incomplete lives of several generations of Volvardaus, Milo probably never imagined that he too would one day become part of the cycle, or rather, an alternative outcome of this cyclical system. But unlike Volvardaus, Milo remains Milo.

...

At the end of the dream, he returned to that familiar city.

The streets were muddy, dark clouds hung overhead, the air was damp, and it carried the sour stench of kitchen wastewater spilled by nearby residents.

He wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys for a long time.

On the main street, Milo saw municipal workers busy repairing underground storm drains day after day, which, along with the passing vehicles, temporarily blocked the way.

He then sat down on a bench in front of the coffee shop and picked up a morning newspaper hanging in front of the door.

The newspaper cover featured headlines such as "West Side Chief of Police Charles Seizes Fenich Manuscript," "Lamplighter Aya Ferguson Named Citizen of the Year," and "David Derby's New Book Goes on Sale."

In the narrow space in the middle of the newspaper, an advertisement in smaller font announced that the Cain Hearst Opera Company would be performing at the Garnier Opera this weekend.

At this moment, Milo noticed that among the pile of unsold newspapers from the previous days, only one headline dominated the entire front page—"The Ripper Returns?"

...

Nanwei City is a relatively busy city. At this time of morning, most Nanwei people are either already on their way to work in the workshop with bread in their mouths, or a small number of people are still lying unconscious in some alley under the influence of alcohol from a hangover. When they wake up, they will find that their wallets and belts have disappeared. If they are even less lucky, they may have to make an appointment at the proctology department of the hospital today.

There are very few idle people like Milo sitting on the wet street reading newspapers.

Of course, Milo didn't last long either.

After the road was cleared, he put away the newspaper and continued walking.

……

Suddenly, at the street corner, the clear sound of a shop's welcoming bell caught Milo's attention.

Looking up, you see the shop's signboard: "Robben's Fresh Meat Shop".

Milo was taken aback.

Wait, I've been here before...

...

No, that's not right.

I have never been here, never.

……

Milo looked through the glass window at the Robbens and their daughter, who were cleaning...

He was certain that he had never actually visited Robben's shop, and he didn't even know what the girl really looked like when she was alive. He was certain that the blue in the eyes of the cute little girl in the shop was something he had imagined, or something fabricated by the order of the abyss.

Because the only time I saw that girl, she had been dead for many days, lying in an underground storm drain, her eyes empty...

...

The scene before him left Milo in a daze.

He began to doubt whether he had fallen into the abyss.

Because he had seen the exact same scene in the abyss, barring any unforeseen circumstances, a homeless man with a stern face would come and argue with him, eventually grabbing a gun and accidentally killing the girl in the shop.

Milo suddenly felt nervous.

He became obsessed and started staking out in front of the shop.

From dawn to noon, to dusk to nightfall…

...

During this time, the Robbens also noticed the stranger who kept lingering in front of the shop.

The couple opened the door several times to ask Milo if he needed help, but received no response from him. They only heard him muttering words like "delusion," "abyss," and "illusion."

They must have felt puzzled and a little uneasy, but Milo just lingered around without doing anything out of line, so the Robbens didn't chase the strange guy away.

As night fell, the Robben family's little girl handed Milo a cup of hot black tea...

From the distance between Milo and the girl when he took the teacup, he saw the pale blue in her eyes, and it looked so real…

……

But he remained convinced that it was all an illusion, a fabrication by the chaotic order of the abyss based on his own memories.

This wasn't the first time Milo had encountered this situation, and he was absolutely certain of it.

...

"It's time to end this farce."

As Milo watched the Robbens close their shop and leave with their daughter after sunset, his gaze gradually hardened.

He then sat down on the steps by the street and took a deep breath.

Then begin reciting the incantation to summon Dolores.

In his mind, only by destroying the abyss world he was in could he find a way back. He had done similar things many times before, and he knew the incantation by heart.

...

then.

Then a soft, cool hand pinched his lips.

"what are you doing?"

"Are you crazy?"

...

Emma?

"No, you are also a figment of the abyss's imagination. My mind is clear as a mirror; you cannot deceive me." (Continues chanting the incantation)
……

"Slap!" (Emma slapped him.)

"When Freya rebuilt your body, did she forget to install a brain in you?!"

(End of this chapter)