The reincarnator fell into the fissure that had appeared before they could react, screams echoing against the walls.
āOh no!!ā
Another crack appeared in the floor, and another reincarnator dropped. Even if he tried to fly out in his bat form, it couldnāt resist the strong gravitational force, disappearing into dark silence.
Al looked at the three people left, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. āDamn it! It was a deeper illusion! They fell into their subconscious!ā
In this world of dreams, Morris, Nightmareās final BOSS, dominated everything. However, the monsters that saw the light of day were actually only created from the imaginative fear the people trapped in the illusions felt.
The power Morris had could pull people into their deepest mindscapes, where he wove nightmares that would throw even the most seasoned reincarnator into despair.
No one can completely control their subconscious mind; even if they have experienced countless worlds and strengthened themselves to the limit of human beings, they couldnāt get rid of the curse of the human imagination.
In the subconscious, they would lose all the abilities that they once had, be squashed like ants, and have their souls irreversibly damaged.
āItās over ā¦ even if Morris canāt get into the āWorldās Guardian,ā he can create all kinds of hallucinations, disturb our reason, and then pull us into his prepared nightmares theĀ moment we go crazy ā¦ ā
Arduously confronting the constantly emerging monsters, Al glanced up at the shroud of the shimmering turquoise light.
The very obvious crack in it had long since disappeared.
Everything they saw now was just a projection inside a hallucination.
A reincarnator with a crew cut was also very aware of the current situation. He smiled bitterly and stopped swinging his weapon. āForget it, Captain. Iām tired.ā
Instead of being killed by the boss after entering the subconscious level, it was more efficient to off themselves right now, when the damage done to their souls hadnāt accumulated by much.
Crew Cutās body was drenched in the blood that poured from huge cavities in his musculature.
He was at the end of his rope; his arms were consistently trembling in exhaustion and he couldnāt even hold up the machete in his hand anymore.
āSorry, Captain, Iāll go back first ā¦ aughhr!!!ā
Even though he was willing to die, the reincarnator still couldnāt suppress his pained screams when he got piled on by ravenous black beasts.
[Number of deaths this mission: 13]
āOld Klaus ā¦ā
Struggling to support everyone, Milo tearfully watched the miserable death of a man she held in high esteem.
Al also looked away uncomfortably, the prosthetic arm that had been constantly shooting energy beams stalling for a moment.
āMilo, get behind me!ā
As the captain, Al knew very well that Old Klausās initiative to give up was the correct decision, but he personally wouldnāt stand to go out that way
Because Milo was still here.
Miloās soul was strong, yes, but bearing the pain of resurrection would be strenuous. Every resurrection was betting against death.
He couldnāt leave her behind. They had to survive to the last minute and hope for a chance of survival.
āSo annoying-arenāt you bored yet? Even Iām a bit tired!ā
The BOSSās voice floated in from outside the dome; the cruel banter dragged Al and Milo even further into the abyss of despair.
āDo you really think I canāt get in? Well, it feels good to stay in this turtle shell ~ā
A scarred blond man popped inside the protective cover and looked at the shocked duo with a smile.
āJiejiejieāwhy didnāt you think properly before hurting him?ā
Morris thrust his hand out at Al and Milo, eyes full of the same look they had whenever they saw a nativeāa look called contempt.
āAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!-ā The red-haired girl collapsed and dissolved in a matter of seconds, an enormous amount of pain sweeping her entire soul.
āNo, MILO!!! Agkkā¦ā as Milo turned into a pool of minced meat, pus and blood, Al tried to hug her sloughing body, but found out the same moment that he had started the same disgusting process of melting
Up until the moment he died, Al had no idea why the BOSS would care so much about a cannon fodder whose destiny was to die beneath his oppression.
Maybe ā¦ he was wrong, and shouldnāt have looked down on the guy named Zhou Yu in the beginning.
That guy-he was the biggest variable.
[Number of deaths this mission: 15]
[An advanced task was detected as incomplete, executing the erasure command. ć
[Instruction has been executed, number of resurrections remaining: 4]
āItās a perfect match-jiejiejie. I wish you all good dreams ~ā
Morris curled the corners of his lips and turned away from the bloodstained shield.
The nightmare ruler stepped out of the broken dreamscape with high expectations.
Zhou Yu was waiting for him.
Is he worrying?
āāā
The author has something to say: Huh! Finally dead, it should be possible to end this world tomorrow. Qaq is not easy.
Sorry, today I forgot to put it on orz Iām sorry!
Thank you Xiaojiu x3, Ying Fei grass grows x2, claustrophobic mines ~ Thank you little angel mines ~ Thank you ~
Thanks to Ni Ni ās grenade ~ Thanks to Angel ~ Itās a waste! Do you love you ~
Thank you for your nutrition
āāāāāā
Little Theater: :
Spiritual world consciousness: (Old fatherās kind smile) Today is Valentineās Day, so dying as a couple is not a big deal, right?
Al and Milo: (Empty) Tui!
Cthulhuās world consciousness: (tie them up) I think they seem to have a heat stroke.
Future world consciousness: (eating silently) is a simpleton underneath, so it doesnāt matter ~
Nightmare World Consciousness: (silently pulled out a marriage certificate) I am married to future!
Future world consciousness: (Crash.jpg) Donāt bullshit! Under the innocence! (Pull yourself up.jpg)
Nightmare world consciousness: (a serious one) Well, we are not married, we are just dating!
Future world consciousness: (Relaxed) Huh! I said it early! Itās innocent under the ground!