Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 901 Abyss Research Association
Everyone could sense the changes in Milo.

But those around him can accept all of this unconditionally, whether it's the gradually indifferent him of the past or the him who has now rediscovered his humanity.

Perhaps, when he showed extreme indifference to life, the only person who would point his finger at him and curse him was Enid, but that was just a small episode in the tombstone dream, and strictly speaking, it never really happened.

...

Milo's trip to Oriba yielded nothing. The path of annihilating humanity and ascending to a higher position was not the old path of the gods, but a helpless choice within the framework of the order they had established. However, no one knew what would happen if one ascended to the level of CCD or even a god while retaining humanity.

He first encountered this claim when a fraudster named Imnar gave him a popular science lesson.

I wonder where that old bastard is hiding now.

Milo suddenly remembered something and muttered to himself:

"Wait a minute..."

He used the Dream Curse, etched into Imnar's memory by the Source of Fear, to give him three months to find the Three Ladies of Sorrow and Aegon. He must return to report when the time is up, or he will play the melody that summons the Old God Pagon and banish himself to the abyss.

Now it's been more than three months, almost half a year. The three ladies have been wiped out, and even one of the Four Favored Knights, Milo, has been killed, but Imnar hasn't come back to report.

I thought to myself, this kid must have been thrown into some abyss world by now, right?
Maybe it's reunited with its father, Kosla.

...

This is the first time I've seen Imnal so assertive.

However, Milo didn't think too much about it. It was good that the old guy went to the Abyss. He had previously hung out with that new kid Klaus. Who knows what kind of trouble they would cause.

...

All the sacred artifacts on Oribar Island were crushed to dust as Milo strolled around in contemplation.

He did not commit acts of annihilation or destruction of the race and the nation. He did not touch the descendants of the gods or the lower-level bloodline believers, and he even selectively destroyed the powerful incarnations of the holy artifacts at the higher levels.

Milo eliminated those who had "turned evil," which were actually incarnations of holy relics that were gradually developing mature minds. He wouldn't keep these. As for those giant babies who started howling after being beaten, they were dispensable.

He didn't want to wipe Oriba Island out completely all at once.

Because the birth and development of a religion inevitably requires external pressure, the Healing Church could not do without the encirclement and extermination of Oribar Island if it wanted to take root in the Southern Reach.

The remaining descendants of the gods, with their ugly faces, bloodline believers, and incarnations of sacred objects, were used to catalyze the growth of the Healing Church.

That's all they have left to do.

...

This series of actions, while seemingly "not killing," appears even more cold-blooded than "killing."

Even if this doesn't constitute creating conflict and bloodshed, it does create bloody conditions for future religious disputes in the Southern Territory.

Milo's life sequence was constantly ascending, becoming stronger almost every day. The conflicts in the church and the prayers of believers, these "pastures" gave him not only the power of faith, but also endless fear, the fruit sown by the gods in the old days, now shaping Milo.

The indifference brought about by the ascent in the life sequence is merging with his widely accepted humanity. The contradiction is always present, but Milo forcibly maintains it in a delicate balance, just like the relationship between the black flames of sin and the gentle fingertips of fire.

The faith order established by the gods in the Dreamland is crumbling bit by bit. With so many sacred objects carrying the power of faith being killed, insects will breed in the Southern Territory. The lower-level Bloodborne believers and even the believers on Muta's side will one day turn to the Healing Church or other systems; it's only a matter of time.

This is how those in power manipulate and control the situation.

Perhaps this is the root of the so-called dualistic view of good and evil.

...

It was midnight when they returned to Nanwei City. Milo conveyed Kang's wishes to Emma, ​​who showed a fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes, but then nodded with relief and said, "I understand."

In truth, everyone knows that this family can never be the same again. They have lost more than just Finn; each of them has also permanently lost something in their body and soul.

Even this city is like that.

To still yearn to return to the past seems rather naive and laughable.

"Tired?"

Emma suddenly reached out and touched Milo's slightly messy hair.

“It’s alright.” Milo shrugged. He was about to say something like, “It would be great if you had any good suggestions for relaxing,” but before he could say it, he saw Emma push open the living room door.

She said:
"If you're not tired, you can take charge of receiving the guests who have come from afar."

"Ok?"

...

At that moment, Milo looked down and saw hundreds of boots neatly stacked in front of his house, boots as wide as two fingers.

Looking at the clothes rack on the wall, it was full of hats, coats, and trench coats, all of which were small enough to fit petite Enid.

Milo poked his head halfway into the living room and saw a huge group of cats sitting on the sofa, the floor, and even on the ceiling lights.

That was definitely a scene that could give anyone a headache.

...

Is this... a group from Usa coming to visit relatives?

Milo's vision went black.

Although these cats are very well-behaved, they did not cause any damage. The glass on the table was not pushed over, the chandelier did not sway, and the sofa was intact, but they did shed fur.

At this moment, the living room of the Valrocan family looked as if a heavy snowfall was taking place, giving it a somewhat magical feel.

...

Milo squinted and searched for a long time but couldn't find Marshall, nor Arthur or Morgan. Instead, a cow-patterned cat dressed as a scholar with black-rimmed glasses approached Milo and introduced itself.

"Dear Mr. Valrokan, please forgive our abrupt visit. I am a research scholar from Usa and the president of the Abyss Research Association..."

“...My name is Hachimed.”

...

Milo took the business card handed to him by the cow cat Hachimed, glanced at it, and then sincerely remarked:
"Good name."

"So, Mr. Hakimed, have you eaten yet?"

The other person adjusted their glasses, nodded, and said, "Ms. Emma has already treated us. I really enjoyed your canned fish."

Milo's lips twitched.

Well, at least they gave us a few cans of food. If it were the old Emma, ​​she might have grabbed them by the scruff of the neck and thrown them out one by one.

(End of this chapter)