Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 419 Mess

The banishment from the mystical realm always seems to carry a certain abstract meaning.

Milo didn't know what the scene of the ancient god Pagon banishing Engel Korath was like in those ancient times, nor did he know if the battle between the gods was accompanied by the terrifying scene of the universe collapsing. He only knew that the power of Pagon, summoned by the fragments of the music, had dragged Imnar away.

Moreover, there were no chilling wails or roars, nor any accompanying changes in the natural world.

That scene was invisible, at least to ordinary people.

Imnar's departure was surprisingly peaceful; it seemed to accept the end very calmly. Milo felt as if it were a mouse that had lost all will to live, being dragged away by a cat from a higher realm, without any struggle as it was dragged away, with half a cigarette dangling from its mouth—that was roughly the image it presented.

It didn't shout things like "I will definitely come back" at its "arch-enemy," probably because it knew perfectly well that it wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.

After all, even its master, who was banished in that ancient war, has been missing ever since, so any struggle it makes is meaningless.

……

In short, the entire process of Imnar's exile was extremely "difficult to detect".

It neither struggled nor cursed; it even maintained its rare elegance.

Milo's gaze was no longer fixed on Imnar as before; he was trying to discern the power order of Pagon summoned by the music.

However, what made him feel somewhat powerless was that the power of the ancient god from a higher realm seemed unwilling to reveal itself, or perhaps Milo did not yet possess the ability to discern the other party. In any case, he could not see what he had summoned, and there was not even anything "in his field of vision".

Everything seemed so abstract.

It's as if Imnar wasn't exiled, but left voluntarily.

Milo found no trace of Pagon.

He couldn't even feel the so-called pressure from the old gods.

There was no sign of my heart rate accelerating at all.

...

All he could see were the interplay of lights in the opera house's sky, flowing freely with the distorted, pulsating notes of the music.

That intoxicating and tranquil atmosphere surpassed even the most peaceful summer nights in Nanwei City's past, and even the enchanting forest in the Dreamland, where phosphorescent fungi filled the air.

Milo wanted to see more clearly what kind of power and order was behind that brilliance.

His vision became increasingly blurry.

In a moment, he could no longer even sense Imnar's presence.

Then, he gradually began to notice a long-lost feeling of fatigue and drowsiness creeping up his body like vines, slowly piercing his brain and making him unable to extricate himself.

……

This feeling of tired drowsiness did not alert Milo. In fact, Milo had not been surrounded by drowsiness for quite some time. He had even begun to forget this feeling of fatigue and began to miss this natural physiological reaction of feeling sleepy.

As Marshall said, he was a man deprived of the right to dream.

Moreover, the supernatural gifts from the blood of the Outer God, the physique from the Holy Communion, and the alertness from spiritual vision have put him into a tireless, inhuman state.

He was not only deprived of the ability to dream, but even the most basic human need for sleep was gradually taken away from his life.

When that long-lost drowsiness returned, Milo experienced an unprecedented peace and tranquility. In that instant, he forgot all his messy worries and returned to that simplest time, free from all the bizarre and dangerous dangers. There was only the comfort and sense of security of lying in his familiar bed with his pillow after a day of studying and exercising.

He had missed this feeling for a very, very long time.

It's not just nostalgia, it can even be described as longing.

……

...

When Milo woke up lying on the ruins, it was all over.

The early morning sun of April 1st shone through the many shattered windows of the opera house, and the refracted light displayed various colors, adding a touch of psychedelic color to the otherwise monotonous scarlet hue of the opera house.

Milo slept very soundly.

When he woke up, still half asleep, he saw figures constantly moving about at the opera house's entrance and inside passageways. Under the colorful light, the hurried, blurry figures seemed to move a little slower.

They seemed to be a group of leisurely people strolling in the sunlight, or perhaps just shadows cast from a higher realm. Milo sat there blankly.

For a moment, he felt that the place he was in, this so-called real world of Nanwei City, was actually like a dream he could never wake up from...

This dream just felt too real.

Or perhaps he made himself believe in the dream too much...

Actually, it's all an illusion, right?
Milo looked at the figures coming and going in his blurry vision.

A sense of confusion, doubt, and self-mockery arose in my heart.

I should have woken up a long time ago. I should have realized that all of this was fake long before it became irrational. I really don't know what I'm still struggling with...

...

It's probably true that any living being needs to go through a brief period of existential doubt after waking up from deep sleep.

Even Milo, who was regarded as a ruler of the same sequence by Imnar, was no exception.

It might be because he hadn't experienced deep sleep for a long time. Although his body didn't feel tired, the fatigue accumulated in his soul was still there, and he desperately needed such a self-releasing sleep.

As the blurry vision gradually became clearer.

Milo also heard someone calling his name beside him—

"Milo? Milo?!"

He slowly raised his head and looked at the side above him.

What came into view was a very clean face (compared to the bloodstains that filled the opera house interior).

That was her boss, Rebecca.

Milo sat up, calmly tidied his messy, sand-streaked hair, and casually adjusted his waistband.

He hasn't fully recovered from his sleep yet, but he's at least almost fully recovered.

The series of troubles that Imnar had caused before began to reappear in Milo's mind. Perhaps to test whether the Rebecca in front of him was real or an illusion, after pulling up his pants, he inexplicably pinched the flesh on Rebecca's cheek and shook it from side to side.

Noticing the growing frenzy of killing intent in the other person's eyes, Milo withdrew his hand.

Then, in front of Rebecca, he turned and walked nonchalantly out of the opera house.

Rebecca squatted there, looking completely bewildered. A red mark had appeared on the left side of her cheek, but she didn't get angry. She just stared at Milo's dazed back and narrowed her eyes slightly.

For some reason, she sensed a fleeting, almost imperceptible, disappointment between Milo's brows for a brief moment.

But Rebecca knew she wasn't good at reading people and didn't know what Milo had been through, so she couldn't speculate.

She didn't stop Milo or order him to do anything.

Having experienced the previous cases, Rebecca knew that Nanwei City had endured a very long night, and everyone, including herself, had barely escaped death; they might have slept through that night and never woken up again.

The tragedy at the opera house was perhaps the most palatable consequence of the many evils of this catastrophe, even though hundreds of people were injured or killed there.

Rebecca couldn't help but feel somewhat frustrated.

Especially after seeing Milo's disheveled appearance, covered in blood and grime.

She had told Milo that she was willing and able to help him in such situations.

But the truth is, she wasn't even slightly alert when the crisis struck, and only arrived belatedly after the storm had passed.

...

However, just as Rebecca was deep in thought, Milo, who had left the opera house, jogged back, walked through the line of staff, and went to the ruins in the center of the hall to retrieve his dirty crowbar.

He then turned around and glanced at her, noticing Rebecca still squatting there in a daze, her cheek flushed. He waved to her and said:

"Thank you for cleaning up this mess."

(End of this chapter)