Chapter 392

Looking up at the night sky filled with fragments of dream realm creatures, the Scorpion Bureau Director couldn’t help but pout, then beckoned to the doll that had just crawled out of the box with a finger.

“It’s your turn… Check every single dream realm creature she missed.”

After hearing the tall man’s words, the pale doll who was staring at Leon nodded, its thin body standing upright in an awkward manner. It then mimicked the Scorpion Bureau Director’s action, tilting its head back to look at the blood-red night sky.

“ROAR!!!”

The moment the pale doll looked up, countless tiny black dots suddenly appeared in the sky covered with sharp red hair.

Even though the Red-haired Bureau Director’s killing efficiency was astonishingly high, almost every second, tens of thousands of dream realm creatures were shredded into pieces as they passed through the crimson hair net. But the flow of nightmare creatures from the Nightmare River seemed endless, continuously spewing out new nightmares.

Under the relentless assault of these fearless dream realm creatures, the crimson canopy upheld by the Red-haired Bureau Director eventually developed some small gaps. Some more substantial elite nightmares, their bodies covered in wounds, broke through the “Slaughter Blood Hair,” bleeding profusely as they squeezed into reality.

The snarling ghosts draped in gray-white mist, the headless knights wielding spine whips, the skeletal giants made of stacked bones, and the elegantly dressed beauties accompanied by snowstorms… one after another, these legendary figures appeared right before Leon’s eyes.

…

These things… seem familiar somehow…

While observing the dream realm creatures that eagerly rushed towards the capital city after squeezing into reality, Leon couldn’t help but show a contemplative expression in his eyes.

The snarling ghost wrapped in gray mist… seems to be a monster from the folk tales of the Black Forest Principality that likes to wander in the wilderness and prey on lost travelers; the headless knight with the whip seems to be the messenger who offers the spines of evildoers to the God of Death; the skeletal giant seems to be part of some legend, probably formed from the corpses of those who starved to death during famine and war, devouring anything that could fill its stomach; and the beautiful woman with translucent white skin arriving with the blizzard is an ancient story that has been passed down for who knows how long in the Northland Kingdom.

Compared to the dream realm creatures that failed to break through the “Slaughter Blood Hair” and were easily sliced apart by the director, these successful intruders into reality seem to have much greater “fame.”

So, for these dream realm creatures, the more people know about or even believe in their existence, the easier it is for them to appear in nightmares, and the stronger the derived dream realm creatures become? “Creak.”

As Leon was pondering the origins of these dream realm creatures, the pale doll covered in thorns shook its head, its spherical joints turning stiffly several times. Its unsettling hollow gaze fixed on the snarling ghost rushing ahead.

“Creak!” “Creak!” “Creak!”

The sound of the doll’s joints twisting rang out again, but this time not beside Leon, but in the night sky over the capital city.

To Leon’s astonishment, the ghost shrouded in hazy gray mist, which liked to prey on lost travelers, strangely solidified into a physical form and collapsed like a puppet.

Next, the headless knight riding on a skeleton horse also fell off, his armor covering his entire body scattered everywhere, revealing arms and legs as pale as the doll’s, lifelessly lying among the scattered armor pieces.

Even the skeletal giant taller than the clock tower in the capital city had, at some point, turned into a towering pale doll. Unable to move at all, any slight movement would cause thorns all over its body to pierce it, causing it to bleed profusely and scream in pain.

After glancing at the nightmares in the sky that had transformed into dolls, the tall man muttered twice, then drew a slender thrusting sword from the box and stabbed it cleanly through the heart of the motionless doll beside him! Immediately afterward, as if a chain reaction occurred, the elite nightmares “captured” by the pale doll’s gaze simultaneously trembled. A small diamond-shaped wound suddenly appeared on their chests, spurting out large amounts of bright red blood.

Whether it was the gray mist ghost similar in size to a normal person or the skeletal giant over a hundred meters tall, the moment this small sword wound appeared, they all let out desperate screams and died instantly. Their bodies disintegrated and collapsed, turning into skeletons floating in the night sky.

“Keep watching, try not to miss anything!”

After giving a brief instruction to the doll still gazing at the night sky, the Scorpion Bureau Director pulled out the thrusting sword with a “pfft” sound and began rummaging through his box while holding the still bloody sword. He said without looking back: “You’re called Leon, right… The nightmare that approached you before I came, although most of what it said was nonsense, there was one sentence it didn’t get wrong.”

After retrieving a bottle the size of a human head from the bottom of the box and unscrewing it to pour out the black-gold beetles inside, the tall and thin Scorpion Bureau Director extended his hand toward Leon, his face cold: “Give me Olivia’s hair, then go wherever you want to go. This isn’t a place for a Level 3 Cleaner like you!”

“…”

After glancing at the steady palm in front of him, Leon couldn’t help but look up at the sky.

The corpses of the headless knight and the skeletal giant were still floating in the night sky over the capital city. This Scorpion Bureau Director asking for hair this time should not be a fake nightmare. But…

“Sorry, my task is to follow you and notify the bureau director when we find the Nightmare King.”

“Hmph… So why don’t you just give me the hair directly? What use can you be staying here?”

“These are none of my concern, but I trust the director’s judgment. There must be a reason she asked me to stay.”

“Chuckling, do as you please.”

Glancing at the red hair wrapped around Leon’s shoulder, the Scorpion Bureau Director disdainfully pouted, then quickly poured all the thumbnail-sized beetles out of the bottle. Then he scooped out the palm-sized female bug from the bottom of the bottle and stuck it on his chest.

“Shh! Shh! Shh!”

After the tall man finished this series of actions, the scattered black-gold beetles immediately emitted shrill calls. After the beetles called for a while, he pinched the antennae of the female bug on his chest, and the palm-sized pure gold female bug followed suit with a call.

Then the scattered black-gold beetles, as if receiving some command, spread out like a tide at the dock. Each beetle found a sleeping human, including one that climbed onto Leon’s body.

(The chapter ends here)