Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 830 The Fruit of Sin
The walls are adorned with cold sculptures, broken candlesticks, and cobwebs everywhere.

At the end of the corridor, the sound of barefoot footsteps grew clearer and clearer.

When that thin, frail figure, dragging a long robe, appeared in the attic, Milo finally lost his composure.

The hair on Marshall's back stood on end.

It wasn't just because of that familiar face and the two eye sockets missing from the face; the main thing was that Marshall sensed that familiar yet incomplete and broken soul.

It's like someone or something you used to know very well suddenly appearing before you in a state of utter disarray. That's the real reason Marshall got so angry.

...

That's Daisy, no doubt.

She was covered in dirt, and her long robe and hair dragged on the ground behind her.

Milo was moved because the Daisy he saw was not the one who had become the Eye Saint in the church. Fresh bloodstains and tear stains remained at the corners of her eyes, as if they would never dry. The grotesque flesh in her eye sockets made it seem as if her eyes had just been gouged out.

This is the thinnest and smallest version of Daisy that Milo remembers.

That is, the Daisy he met in the Robben case.

The bloodstains on her face were exactly the same as when her eyes were gouged out in the storage room of the neighboring law enforcement office.

Almost exactly the same person who was murdered back then, she has crossed time and space to appear in the present-day Glowing Moon Clock Tower.

Pale, weak...

As Milo watched her climb up the stairs, holding onto the handrail, staring blankly at the figure on the broken windowsill, and cautiously asking, "Brother?", he had already mentally killed Joan Byrne and Raven several times over.

...

……

After the Blood Moon, no one ever saw the Eye Saint of the Church again.

The Eye of Thinking has been taken back by Joan Byrne, and Daisy of the waking world no longer holds any value for them.

In fact, Milo and Rebecca were well aware that Daisy from that world had already died when her Eye of Thought was taken away, but they were unwilling to admit it because they hadn't found Daisy's remains.

Daisy herself had actually foreseen this ending long ago.

...

"So... do you remember that time when I infiltrated the temple to rescue the Scarlet Witch? At that time, I abandoned a part of myself here."

It should have been Milo who hugged the poor Daisy, but instead, Daisy cautiously approached Milo and placed her cold little hand into the dazed Milo's palm.

She revealed some details that Milo had never heard of before.

That time, Daisy proposed a plan to feign a return to the Temple of the Golden Law, send away the Abyss Rift, and rescue the Scarlet Witch. Milo initially strongly disagreed, but Daisy said that she had a reason to go to the temple, because there were things she had to retrieve.

In fact, it's not something that must be taken back, but something that must be given up.

Perhaps Daisy was inspired by the Scarlet Witch's experience of being cleaved in two, and she also abandoned a part of herself in the Temple of the Golden Law.

Because she saw her own fate in the Blood Moon Cataclysm.

...

In fact, although the temple insisted that Daisy was just a dispensable vessel, even as a vessel, she was personally chosen by the Eye of Thought. The compatibility between the two had reached an inseparable level, and their wills had long been merged. They could not be separated by simply cutting off their bodies.

Daisy left her image in the temple right after Robben gouged out her eyes.

After the Blood Moon, Joan Byrne brought back the Eye of Thinking.

The Eye of Thinking, upon returning to the Moonlit Bell Tower, saw Daisy, the very Daisy He had chosen in the world of waking, the helpless soul who had just had her eyes gouged out and was hiding alone in the orphanage, painting.

Everything was exactly the same as when they first met.

...

……

Marshall, of course, noticed Milo's change in mood.

It sensed that Milo was different from before. The Milo before the Blood Moon never had such rich emotions; he could even be described as indifferent. But now he was more like a living person, and naturally, he was also more easily lost and bewitched.

So Marshall whispered a couple of reminders to Milo:
"Be vigilant, be vigilant."

What I got in return was, "Go to hell with the police."

...

Only a few people who knew Milo well knew that the tragedy that happened just a wall away that year was an insurmountable obstacle in Milo's heart, and behind all his tenderness and devotion to Daisy was a heavy sense of guilt.

That's why Joan Byrne died such gruesome deaths time and time again.

Sometimes, Milo even wished for more people like Byrne to come, and he would kill as many as they came.

He needed to comfort himself in this way, and it was the only way he could do it...

...

"Does Daisy look...awful like this...?"

The more cautious the girl was, the more Milo's heart shattered.

He finally embraced Daisy, his fingers gently tracing her cheeks, but he couldn't wipe away the blood and tears mixed together, as if time had frozen at that moment, and no one could change it.

He didn't even dare to hug it too tightly, for fear of accidentally crushing the little thing.

Daisy never seemed to be whole; her life, her soul, her body, were always fragmented.

...

"It's alright, it's alright." Milo couldn't think of any other more effective words of comfort, so he just kept repeating this sentence.

Daisy buried her dirty face in Milo's arms without saying a word.

...

At that moment, footsteps could be heard again from below the attic.

Marshall bristled again and rushed forward.

Because the footsteps I heard this time were very chaotic and much heavier than Daisy's.

…Soon, a bloated, round, strange creature struggled up the stairs to the attic; to be precise, it rolled up.

The moment the guy peeked out, he was stopped by a revolver and dared not move an inch.

In fact, the firepower provided by firearms was already dispensable for Milo at the Shadow level, but he didn't know why he suddenly drew his gun reflexively at this moment.

All I know is that the gesture of holding little Daisy in one hand and holding a gun in the other is very familiar, extremely familiar.

...

As for that thing that "rolled" up to the attic.

It was a giant eyeball.

Yes, an eyeball covered with many bulging veins, tumors, and strange nerve endings. Some of those tumors act as limbs, supporting the spherical body so it can wriggle and roll on flat ground.

The surface of his eyeballs was covered with many rotting pustules, and his pupils were cloudy, but the look of terror in his pupils when the muzzle of a gun was pointed at him was surprisingly human.

...

Who would have thought that the eye of thought is actually just an eyeball?

Before Milo could speak, Marshall couldn't hold back any longer.

Eyeballs a meter in diameter are not something you can find just anywhere.

“This is the vessel chosen by the previous generation of the Eye of Thinking; it is… the eyeball of a giant creature of the Hawkeye race,” Daisy whispered in Milo’s arms.

Moreover, there were many sharp shards of glass stuck in the back of the pupil of this eyeball. Every time it tried to move forward by rolling, the glass would be stuck even deeper, making people's eyes hurt.

“Sometimes He would secretly tell the people of the Temple of Law about your whereabouts while I was asleep, and I would poke Him with a shard of glass.” Daisy skillfully made the motion of stabbing someone with glass.

Milo, however, noticed the overlapping scratches of new and old glass on her palm.

"It's okay! It doesn't hurt at all." Daisy quickly pulled her hand back and hid it in Milo's arms.

"If I blow this eyeball out, the Eye of Thinking will follow you, right?" Milo's gun barrel remained pressed against the pupil of the Eye of Thinking, not moving away.

But Daisy stopped her:
“No, brother. The Eye of Thinking can’t leave this clock tower now. Neither I nor this eyeball are complete anymore, and we are no longer qualified to perfectly combine with the Eye of Thinking. During this time, the Eye of Thinking has been switching back and forth between me and it. It can only survive by relying on the moonlight absorbed by the Moonlit Clock Tower, and it can only gaze into the distance and the future in this way.”

"It doesn't matter. Just find out everyone's location once and for all, then I'll take you back to Nanwei City. We don't need the Eye of Thinking anymore." Milo didn't think too much about it anyway.

He would never leave Daisy alone in this godforsaken place.

But Daisy said:
"You have more important things to do, brother."

...

"You left a part of yourself here and set up so many signs in advance, isn't it because you want me to take you back?" Milo didn't understand.

“Daisy is so happy…and so grateful for all of this…everyone still remembers me, really…” She leaned against Milo and gently patted Marshall’s head as he stood on the fence.

She should be crying right now, but sadly, she has lost the right to shed tears.

Marshall, unusually, did not shy away from being touched, and even straightened his back.

However, Daisy changed the subject:
"But we still have unfinished business."

"You mean?" Milo frowned.

“The sins we each committed,” Daisy said, staring into Milo’s eyes, enunciating each word clearly.

“You know, only you can read riddles to me so slowly.” Milo looked at Daisy, who was all dirty, in his arms.

The other person smiled sweetly.

“My brother banished the gods, and the Golden Tree is now an upside-down tree. As for me, I threw the rift of the abyss into the Dreamland. The seeds we planted will now bear fruit in this kingdom.”

"The Golden Law Temple was powerless to deal with that crack. They simply sealed it in the prison at the bottom of the temple, and the corrupted golden will will emerge from there."

“Daisy could have just run away with her brother. After all, I don’t have eyes and can’t see the carnage. But that would have sown new seeds of evil, and in the future, an even more terrible disaster is destined to befall us and our loved ones…something more terrifying than a blood moon.”

"Does brother understand what Daisy means?"

……

“You mean the Chosen Ones?” Milo nodded, recalling the upside-down golden tree he had seen in the Unseen Lands, and the will of the tree god from the abyss.

Roots are replacing branches and leaves; it's unimaginable what kind of decay will this once compassionate and great tree undergo.

"The chosen ones are the vessels through which the gods return."

...

……

The lowest level of the Golden Law Temple's prison.

The place where the power of law is most concentrated does not seal away powerful souls that have committed grave crimes.

What is suppressed here is the rift in the abyss.

The dish Daisy brought back.

Beneath the ground, various dark substances are surging unwillingly, trying to squeeze out of the sealed cracks and gaps.

The golden shackles that held this crack in place were those of the chosen one, the one blessed by the Golden Tree God, who had a name in the mortal world of the conscious realm: Dirasha.

...

The vines infused Dirasha with the power of faith from above, and the Chosen One's body would transform this power of faith into a higher-dimensional form, sealing off the abyss.

This situation has persisted for many years, ever since he was kidnapped on the Blood Moon battlefield...

...

Now, while the Golden Clan is discussing how to offer their blades to the Father of the Serpents in exchange for protection and the power of faith, Colin has already quietly arrived at the deepest level of the underground prison.

The golden tree totem on his arm was now hanging upside down.

He was still muttering that sentence to himself, lost in thought:
"Colin won't let anyone take you away..."

“My Byrne…”

(End of this chapter)