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Chapter 569 Spiritual Vision
It wasn't until four hours after landing that Milo learned the name of the peninsula was Pohnpei.

Its eastern edge is the canyon where the Iloa Forest Rebecca mentioned is located, and further east lies the vast ocean. However, this area actually occupies less than one-tenth of the peninsula's area. The island map that Milo bought on the town street shows that the forest Rebecca mentioned is marked as an "Indigenous Reserve," which is an official designation. In reality, a reserve is not much different from a pen for raising livestock.

When Milo asked the town's vendors about going to the reserve, they said, "Who would want to go to that godforsaken place? I haven't seen a purebred native in two years. Have you seen any? They're probably all rotting away in that forest."

It seems that even these "locals" know very little about the so-called Iloa Forest.

However, regarding the so-called canyon, the map vendor vaguely mentioned some rumors he had heard: "Since the declaration, many overseas indigenous reserves have been established, but now the reserves on other islands have been basically 'cleared'. Only in the area of ​​the Iloa Forest, the navy has no way to deal with it. Some people say that the natives in that canyon have died from the miasma of the swamp and turned into evil spirits, because some ships saw some ghostly white lights moving rapidly in that dark forest when they passed through the waters east of the peninsula at night."

As for the subsequent stories that came from rumors, Milo just listened to them casually and used them as a reference.

Although the policy on the reservations was promulgated by the royal city, it is almost certain that it was Solomon's demand, and the royal family and parliament were merely making a public announcement about it.

Yes, it was racial segregation. This allowed them to better confine the indigenous people to a smaller area, making them easier to manage.

Normally, this is a Solomon affair and has little to do with the Monsis school represented by the Raven.

If Rebecca hadn't brought it up, Milo wouldn't have paid any attention to this isolated forest.

However, Rebecca's attitude was very firm.

As she said, Solomon is essentially a massive organization that plunders resources, but Monsis is not. Raven is unlikely to be very interested in wealth, or rather, wealth has a different meaning for him than for ordinary people.

Rebecca clearly knew this land much better than Milo, but for some reason she didn't seem able to express it very clearly.

But Milo can totally understand.

While on the ship, he clearly sensed the deep-seated fear she felt when facing the deep sea. This, combined with the helpless murmurs in her dreams at night, and what he had learned from Nero's ghostly perspective that Rebecca was less than four or five years old when Nero brought her back from the colony, further reinforced his understanding.

The memories and scars left on her by this ancient and primitive land are probably not even clear to her.

...

However, Milo believed her because, not long after he had walked through half of the town and headed east, he began to smell the presence of psychic vision in the damp air.

The real world is not like a dream world.

In the dream world, clairvoyants are as common as dogs, but in the waking world, the concept of clairvoyance in this era did not appear until the second year after the Great Plague ended.

That is, the timeless dialogue between Milo and the raven from Karl's perspective as an undead being, which marks the beginning of the era of the Visionaries in this civilization.

And only a few years have passed since then.

In just the small city of Nanwei, so many Spirit Visioners have appeared.

Hunter Spectator, Kid Spectator, Vampire Spectator...

If Nanwei City has its own unique characteristics due to the presence of Milo, the Fear Eater, then the appearance of Specters in other places, especially in the colonies, is very intriguing.

……

However, at present, this aura of spiritual vision is still very faint, and Milo needs to get closer.

He strolled eastward along the streets of the bustling port town, rented a horse, and filled his flask, which was imbued with human fear, with whiskey at a tavern. After making these simple preparations, he continued his journey toward the Iloa Forest.

Along the way, I got a glimpse of the colonial landscape under Solomon rule. It must be admitted that colonial expansion did bring civilization from the upper class to this originally barren and primitive land, but it brought only the dregs of that upper class.

As night fell, the towns on the Pohnpei Peninsula were essentially a better-equipped replica of Arden Village. The relatively relaxed order amplified the wild and base sides of human nature; all contraband and behaviors forbidden within the country could appear simultaneously on the same open street. In comparison, Nanwei City could truly claim to have a more honest and simple folk culture.

Perhaps it is this atmosphere that attracts more and more people like Zadok Allen to flock to it.

...

Even though Milo was several miles outside the town, he could still hear the noise of the town clearly.

But in contrast, the noisier the area behind, the more profound the dark section of road ahead appears.

Milo had just encountered a similar situation not long ago.

The relationship between the port towns and indigenous reserves on the Pohnpei Peninsula is much like the relationship between Os-Nargue and the restricted areas to the east.

In two different worlds, on two unrelated lands, the side closer to the east is the conquered and imprisoned side, while behind the dividing line are the guardians who are intoxicated with pleasure and unable to extricate themselves.

Here, the Solomon gang plays the role of the gods.

From this perspective, whether it's the conscious world or a dream world, neither is inherently more noble than the other, and whether it's humans or gods, there isn't really much difference in essence.

...

Walking along the dark forest path, Milo suddenly had an idea.

Perhaps I could spread the word or preach within the indigenous reservation?
This strange idea that suddenly popped into Milo's head left him somewhat baffled.

When did I first develop this superstitious idea?

Is it the Shadow Sequence's instinct to plunder faith? Or is it a keen sense of potential believers?

It's also possible that it was simply influenced by the Scarlet Witch.

……

into the night.

Milo did not deliberately follow the route on the map, but instead followed the aura of the psychic he had detected.

The surrounding environment was monotonous, and the area I walked through was not much different from the scenery I had seen a few minutes ago, giving me the feeling that I was standing still, yet also that I had been traveling for a long time.

As they ventured deeper and did not follow a fixed path, the horses' hooves soon revealed themselves to be no longer on man-made roads, but rather deep within a relatively primitive tropical jungle.

Milo's Shadow-level sensitivity allowed him to hear the noise coming from the town behind him even from a great distance, which was also the basis for his approximate judgment of his relative location.

But as he ventured deeper into the jungle, the clamor he could perceive from the west was gradually replaced by obscure murmurs coming from directly ahead—

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"

(End of this chapter)