Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 913 The Cycle of the Deceiver
"I am the savior of this place."

The other party gave this response.

Milo's lips twitched. He glanced at the other man's messy, tied-up hair and beard, as well as his only worn-out shoe, and nodded.

"Yes, it's obvious."

Perhaps this is how the local savior is dressed.

...

The man gave Milo a very strange feeling.

He could see Milo hiding behind his disguise, but he seemed not to recognize him, and Milo's sanity bar was very low.

Most importantly, he seems to have forgotten that he is the fraudster Imnar.

Komilo was certain that this guy was Imnal, or at the very least, a clone he created under the rules of fractals.

...

Well, walking on water and performing miracles like the Five Loaves and Two Fish are not difficult tasks for a seasoned Great Old One.

Moreover, Imnar possesses fractal order; if he so desires, a single French fry could feed an entire kingdom.

However, it is clear that some changes occurred during this period.

He not only forgot his superior status and his various abilities, but he also forgot his real name.

...

"History really does come full circle."

Looking at the astonished eyes on Imnar's extremely thin face, Milo subconsciously sighed.

It seems that forgetting one's original name and divine status is something that Imnar has to go through every so often: forgetting, remembering, forgetting, remembering again, forgetting again, remembering again, and then constantly causing trouble in the intervals between these repetitions.

Initially, their first encounter in Nanwei City was the process by which Imnar, who had forgotten his original divine name, painstakingly tried to find it again through the Eye of Thought.

Imnar is clearly still lost; he is as weak as someone from the lowest rung of society.

But he won't die.

At least these "Awakened Ones" within the Kingdom of Kem cannot kill him.

...

"So, did the abyss turn you into this, or was it something else that caused it?"

Milo seemed to be deep in thought.

He wasn't asking Imnal a question.

But the other party thought about it carefully and seriously for a while, and finally shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you're saying."

...

"You'd be a fool to understand that." Milo shook his head, then added, "So, how do you plan to save this kingdom, savior?"

This time, Imnal perked up, his eyes filled with hope, and he said earnestly:
"The lost souls will one day return. When we are weak and powerless, do not grieve, do not be afraid. Do our best to protect the vulnerable and leave seeds of hope. One day, the light will shine again on every corner of this city and dispel all the unsettling gloom."

As he spoke, he took Milo's hand, his demeanor and actions resembling those of a clergyman in a church earnestly comforting and reassuring believers.

In that instant, Milo felt a strange divinity, different from that of the Great Old Ones, flowing through the man before him.

No more evil, no more indifference, no more deception.

Rather, it is the true, pure, and holy divine radiance.

It was as if the person standing before Milo was not a filthy man wearing only one shoe, but a saint with a halo and a white robe, and as if the surroundings were not a noisy, chaotic town, but a sky shrouded in auspicious clouds, accompanied by beautiful and melodious hymns.

...

then.

bang——

A sudden gunshot shattered the sacred and peaceful atmosphere.

The bullet entered Imnal's head from the back and exited through the dark skin of his forehead, dragging along various indescribable red and white substances, tearing through the air in a remarkably graceful arc.

Savior.

Graduate.

...

With a stunned and unsuspecting gaze, Imnar slowly collapsed in front of Milo.

Immediately afterwards, a group of muscular men wearing underwear on the outside and high heels surrounded them.

They carried homemade guns, tossed their long hair in various colors, and wore false eyelashes like brooms. Their gazes didn't linger on Milo for even a second, because they couldn't see him.

And so, the savior Imnar was dragged out of the alleyway by a group of muscular men in high heels, who were walking with pigeon-toed shuffling steps, using their delicate hand gestures.

The red and white thing behind them left a long trail on the ground.

...

When those muscular men in high heels dragged Imnar's body to the square, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers and roars, as if they had accomplished something great.

Wait a minute, why did I say "again"?

...

Where was I?

Milo heard a familiar voice and turned around to look. He saw a tall, thin man with messy hair and beard, dirty clothes, and only one shoe on his feet sneaking out of another alley, clutching two brick-hard loaves of bread in his hand.

Milo squinted at the familiar face, then rolled his eyes in relief: "I should have known this would happen."

...

Clearly, this is yet another cycle.

A circle.

Imnal is being killed every day.

But they can't be killed off, because he is Imnal, and he has fractal rules: one divides into two, two divides into four, and four give rise to all things, endlessly.

Even if he forgets his original name, even if he forgets his divine status, he is still not someone that a person of lower rank can kill, and even a person of higher rank cannot do so.

Every day, he would carry two hard loaves of bread to the cellar of the abandoned monastery to keep the three children alive. Then he would leave the cellar, restore the pillars and iron fences to their original state, and then be killed by the awakened ones in various ways somewhere outside this alley.

It could be a bullet to the head, a pitchfork to the head, or a hammer to the head.

The next day, he would again emerge from some corner of the city of Kem, carrying two identical loaves of bread, and sneak into the monastery with his dog.

...

Do you know what just happened?

"Of course I know, they killed another person."

"Alone?" Milo asked.

“Yes, alone.” Imnal nodded.

"And what about the one nailed to the cross at the city gate?" Milo continued to ask.

“That was the first person they killed,” Imnal said.

As he spoke, he moved the pillar aside, pushed open the iron gate, and entered the cellar, where he soaked bread in water and distributed it to the three children who were spiritual visionaries.

However, this time, he found that the children were still holding unfinished bread.

Imnal was stunned for a long time, his hand holding the bread hanging in the air for a long time. When he came to his senses, he turned to look at Milo behind him.

"I've already been here, haven't I?... Yes, I've already been here once."

His eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity and determination.

"Thank you for breaking this cycle. Now I finally have time to do what I need to do."

(End of this chapter)