Chapter 233: A Well-deserved Death
The weather in Nanwei City has always been like this.
It rains when it says it will rain and stops when it says it will. There is no pattern.
This menacing disaster calmed down as the fire on the river disappeared.
……
Milo couldn't remember how he escaped from that mysterious fantasy world.
He only knew that Glachi retreated on his own initiative.
The battles in the fantasy world were all illusory. Milo and his crowbar did not cause any substantial damage to Glachi's body.
But the truth is, Glachi backed down.
Of course, Milo didn't know what this meant.
It was not until a long time later that the concealed incident was re-exposed, and Miskatonic University included it as an example in its textbooks, calling it a true encounter with the Old Ones in modern human history. a victorious confrontation.
It had an extremely profound impact on the confrontation between humans and the ancient ones in the long years to come, including the subsequent establishment of the Wilmars Foundation.
Of course, these are all afterthoughts.
Right now, Milo only knew that he might have diarrhea in the next few days.
Because he didn’t know how much contaminated industrial wastewater he drank.
...
During the short period of time when the illusion and the real world switched, Milo's memory was blurry.
Because the main supporter of the existence of the fantasy world is Graki after all, and as the supporter, Graki voluntarily withdrew, Milo once thought that he would be trapped.
But when the fantasy world was shattered, he did not suffer any harm and retreated safely.
In the turbid canal water, he saw the rolling fire on the water.
I saw the living corpses under the water turning into a rotten green slurry.
But Grachi was not seen again.
This guy slipped away.
He left in despair.
Compared to Milo, who will have diarrhea in the next period of time, Glachi will probably doubt his life for a long time.
Milo was not disappointed not to see Glachi. On the contrary, he was a little lucky.
Because he still doesn't know how he gained the upper hand in the fantasy world, and he can't figure out the opportunity.
And having the upper hand in the fantasy world does not mean that you are guaranteed to win in the real world. The opponent is a super big guy after all.
......
What surprised Milo was that he saw some strange shadows at the bottom of the canal.
They are clearly not human.
At first, Milo was a mutated living corpse, but later he discovered that these guys were uglier than the living corpses, with gray green skin, white belly, and scaly spots on their backs. High ridges, the whole body has vague characteristics of a humanoid, but the head is more like a fish, with huge, protruding eyeballs, trembling gills on both sides of the neck, and webbed hands and feet...
Obviously they do not belong to Glaaki's camp, nor to the human camp.
This is a group of disturbed underwater residents.
Milo has never seen such an ugly and twisted creature, even in this world filled with all kinds of monsters and monsters.
They look like fish-men that only exist in novels...
Or should be called... sea tribe.
Although they deliberately concealed their figures under the turbid water, Milo was able to capture the outlines of one or two of them.
They move very quickly in the water, much more freely than humans with distinct fingers like Milo.
After noticing Milo's gaze, they immediately fled towards the lower reaches of the canal.
In the turbid river water, Milo only heard some hoarse, sharp guttural sounds.
……
The lower reaches of the canal point directly to the ocean in the southeast direction.
Maybe that’s their habitat. These creatures did not reveal their purpose of coming. They might just come to investigate the situation, or they might want to take advantage of the situation.
Milo didn't know much about this, but he was very sure that the things he saw did not belong to the fantasy world, but were creatures that existed in the real world.
"Is the legend of the gods in the sea true?"
He couldn't help but be in a trance.
The annihilated seaside village a few years ago, and the meaningless and worthless fishermen, reappeared in Milo's mind.
……
"How are you?"
Milo's brain is still thinking about the above series of messy questions.
But a strong sense of suffocation forced him to wake up from his settled thoughts.
He thought he was still in the water.
But when he opened his eyes, what he saw was a moving face of a frosty beauty.
It was Emma who held her in her arms, holding her so hard that the softness blocked Milo's mouth and nose for oxygen...
This made Milo have to think of Yan's words. ——When I die in this life, there must be a stunningly beautiful woman holding me in her arms and crying until I die, otherwise my death will be in vain.
Of course, except for being suffocated to death.
......
"Uh... Wow, cough!"
Milo's first reaction when he woke up was naturally to vomit out the river water in his stomach.
He felt like he could spurt out water from all his orifices now. God knows how much he drank at the bottom of the river.
Seeing Milo wake up, Emma's haggard face finally showed a heartfelt smile, but it only lasted for about two seconds and then disappeared. Milo was busy vomiting. Miss this wonderful scene.
It took about 5 minutes before Milo finally emptied his stomach.
The first words he said were:
"Pick up the remaining things on your body."
Of course only Emma can understand this sentence.
She nodded calmly: "I soaked in the river, don't worry, it won't explode."
Milo shook his head helplessly: "You must know that there are many doubles in Edward's case. Eyes are watching.”
“Don’t worry.”
After confirming that Milo was okay, Emma completely returned to her usual state.
But Milo could clearly see that Emma had cried, and the corners of her eyes were still red.
He was fished out from the bottom of the river and could still breathe smoothly. It was obvious that someone had helped him clear the water in his trachea in advance and performed artificial respiration.
Then that person is probably...
"Thank you."
Although Milo was unconscious at that time, he was kissed by an earth-shatteringly beautiful woman.
Before he finished speaking, Investigator C appeared from the side, patted Milo on the shoulder and said:
"You're welcome, Mr. Law Enforcement Officer, I'm here to help you. Artificial respiration was done."
"..."
Myloton felt depressed:
"Actually, there is no need to say it, just let me keep my fantasy."
"Understood." Investigator C nodded and extended his hand to Milo in a very gentlemanly manner: "Nice to meet you, Valrokan Sir."
"Okay Mr. C."
Milo touched the guy's bloody hand unhappily.
(End of this chapter)