Ke-style law enforcement officers

I don't remember Chapter 945 very clearly.
An elegant dark purple dress, with a dazzling green bow tie.

Everything familiar is back.

He is a fraudster since the beginning of time.

Perhaps fractals are its inherent ability to govern, but Imnar's soul has always belonged to deception.

He has long abandoned all those forgotten titles, such as "Dark Tracker" and "Child of the Cosmic Void." He has only one title—the Deceiver.

...

This plan doesn't seem as "bold" as the last April Fool's Day one. After all, back then he planned to create a fractal world to block the gods' view and dig out Azati from the ground right under their noses, which was a huge undertaking.

But this time, what's needed isn't just strength, but also meticulous planning and the courage to burn one's bridges.

The first victim to be deceived was the ancient god Pagon.

Then there's the entire Kingdom of Kem.

Next up were everyone present today: the Hooked Finger Temple, the Usa Cat Squad, and the Nanwei City Family Squad.

This also includes his old partner Tutis Crow, and the clueless hunter Monquia.

Even the Eye of Thinking was fooled by him.

Yes, before leaving, Daisy provided Milo with all the spoilers she could find, except for anything about Imnar.

It wasn't until Milo discovered that the Kingdom of Kem possessed only one chaotic order that he became aware of this very subtle problem.

...

Imnal once again amused all those in power.

The premise for successfully accomplishing all of this without being forced to stop midway due to a mistake at some point is that the first person to be deceived is actually himself.

The deception began the moment Aegon stepped in to share humanity and "save" him.

What is the greatest scam?
That means the content of the scam is all true.

He truly embodied humanity and possessed a compassion that was absent in ancient rulers.

Everything he did in the Kingdom of Kem came from the heart—the five loaves and two fish, walking on water—all of it was genuine.

Even the subsequent degeneration of his divine status and the forgetting of his original name were not feigned; they were the aftereffects of a superior absorbing and assimilating human nature, which he also accepted.

The series of persecutions inflicted by the awakened Kem people.

There is also the recurring cycle of death following the splitting of one's will.

Below the abandoned monastery, three children were fed every day and then cruelly murdered.

And the seemingly ridiculous but actually pathetic savior complex.

And there was the fight between bread and hammer on the street just now.

All of this is completely genuine.

The true Imnar will return only when the melody of chaos and reason coincides, when the holy light and the deep darkness intertwine to form a mottled beauty.

His plan finally continued to progress along the predetermined path.

...

"Hey hey hey..."

On that face, which was covered with swirling and overlapping lines, a thin line that ran from the ear to the chin tore in the middle, forming a mouth with an extremely high angle.

A series of strange laughs came from his mouth.

The laughter didn't carry much disdain or mockery; it was more like he was getting used to his own voice.

After a dry laugh.

Imnar raised his hand to straighten his bow tie, and then a cane suddenly appeared in his palm. He gracefully descended from the roof of the monastery, leaning on the cane.

His tuxedo tail swayed as he leaped from the roof, his figure landing unexpectedly on the side of the Kem royal family. ...

Tutis Claude appeared at the same time as Imnar.

He was probably the first to realize that Imnal had returned.

“I do think you look better now,” Crow said, stroking his beard. “I mean, that beard made you look really haggard.”

Surprisingly, Imnal, who was usually eccentric and unpredictable, remained calm. He placed his hands together on the top of his cane, looked straight ahead, and calmly asked Crow:

"Are you here to stop me?"

Although Claude did not meet Imnar's gaze, he inexplicably felt a chilling aura.

At this point, he also realized that after undergoing that transformation by absorbing human nature, Imnar seemed to have become somewhat different from before.

Crow gave Imnar a long look.

He knew that this guy's path was different from that of the Golden Tree. The Golden Tree decisively severed its own Dark side and sealed it completely into the abyss. Even when it fell into the abyss and could not save itself, the Golden Tree did not give Dark any chance. It even guided Milo to kill Dark.

But Imnal was different; he combined the two.

Or rather, multifacetedness and replication are elements of his order and rules; there is no such thing as self-division.

...

"The Age of Stars is my dream, why would I stop you?"

Crow expressed his opinion.

But Imnar tilted his head with interest and gave Crow a serious look: "So your understanding of the Age of Stars is that the Outer Gods will rule the world?"

"It doesn't make much difference to me who rules; it's not something I care about," Crow said, shrugging and shaking his head.

"So what do you care about?" Imnal continued to ask.

Crow pointed to the sky above: "It's the stars."

"It's really interesting. Some of you self-proclaimed scholars like to delve into things from above, while others prefer to delve into things from below," Imnal muttered thoughtfully.

Then, he turned his gaze to another pile of ruins and, looking towards it, asked Crow:
"Is that one-eyed guy your new sidekick?"

It refers to Monquia, the hunter who hides behind the ruins.

Crow then glanced at that dark corner:

“That’s a raven’s henchman.”

"That's roughly the idea," Imnar said, withdrawing his gaze with little interest, adding jokingly.
"Do you only pick creatures with one eye?"

Klaus glanced at Imnar's one eye: "You mean lackeys? There are too many, I can't remember them all."

...

At this point, the finger-hooking priests in the Kem royal residence could no longer tolerate the two's incessant chatter.

Aegon is struggling to resist the onslaught of the terrifying will from the abyss.

It is now filled with immense fear.

This body of its own was prepared for the God of Hooks, and if it were to be forced into a desperate situation, it would rather self-destruct than allow the will of other abyssal creatures to replace it.

But in reality, it doesn't even have the ability to self-destruct now.

The priests with hooked fingers were completely helpless against this.

...

Crow: "When did you start plotting to pull your dad out of the abyss?"

Imnar: "Hmm—it's been too long, I don't remember very clearly."

(End of this chapter)