If that destroyer Leon over there is just a namesake of yours, then how about these two guys? Not only do they share your name, but also your face and figure, right?
“Uh… I’m truly sorry…”
Not long after lying, the nightmares exposed everything without a trace. Facing the strange looks from the cleaners, Leon, with an awkward expression, could only open his mouth to explain:
“It’s not that I intentionally kept it hidden; mainly because this matter concerns a task classified under the fourth level of confidentiality, requiring clearance at or above the level of division director to access. If I explained directly to everyone, I’d be in violation of regulations.”
“But under the current circumstances, it seems like whether I hide it or not makes little difference… Um… In short, although I’ve indeed only been to the Dream Realm once, those nightmares aren’t wrong when they refer to me as the Destroyer.”
Level four… involving True Gods? Were you there when the Nightmare King was taken down? Watching the two Leons far away exchange insults before starting a fight that caused the heavens to split and the earth to crumble, the cleaners couldn’t help but look at each other for a moment before someone couldn’t resist asking:
“So why are you called the Destroyer? Can you tell us that?”
“I guess I can say…”
Hearing this, Leon scratched the back of his head and hesitated uncertainly:
“Excluding parts involving ‘True Gods,’ basically, I obtained a rather dangerous anomalous item from the Chief of the Scorpio Division, enhanced it a bit, and tossed it into the Dream Realm, causing significant damage. So the Dream Realm side… is quite afraid I might do it again?”
“…”
Causing the entire Dream Realm to fear… so what exactly did you do?
Leon’s hesitant attitude instead sparked even greater curiosity. Even Abigail, who had almost been eaten and had been avoiding Leon ever since, couldn’t help but ask: “Can you briefly describe this damage?”
“Simply put…”
After thinking for a moment, Leon raised one hand and said somewhat bashfully: “The disasters I caused are roughly this much…”
One hand… meaning five? After pondering for a moment, Abigail tentatively asked: “Did the thing you threw into the Dream Realm cause five million sentient beings in the Dream Realm to suffer?”
“Uh…”
Seeing Leon’s hesitant expression, Abigail couldn’t help but be shocked.
“Fifty million?!??!”
“No…”
Leon said awkwardly:
“Half the Dream Realm, fifty percent.”
“…”
Faced with this answer, which was unexpected yet strangely reasonable, more than four hundred cleaners with astonishing lung capacities couldn’t help but inhale sharply together. Even the Goddess of Illusions hiding inside the conch shell, pretending to be a master by keeping quiet, couldn’t help but turn pale.
There really are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames. You, the Dream Realm Destroyer, deserve your title without question.
Realizing the cleaners were looking at him increasingly strangely, Leon quickly decided to shift the blame: “The thing that destroyed the Dream Realm was brought by Bureau Director Edward from the Scorpio Division, while the enhancement mark on it was given by the Archer Director. Actually, I just passed it through my hands.”
So the person truly responsible for half the destruction of the Dream Realm is actually the Chief of the Scorpio Division and the Archer Director of the Clearing Bureau?
After hearing Leon’s defense, the group of cleaners still doubted, but the Goddess of Illusions inside the conch shell secretly sighed in relief.
In the years she had been serving the Twin Fish Director, she was fairly familiar with the Archer Director’s style. That person always maintained an extremely hardline stance externally and loved operations like “an eye for an eye, blood debt repaid in blood.”
It’s probably because the Nightmare King did something that thoroughly enraged the Archer Director. To give the Nightmare King a profound lesson, the Archer Director, who always maintained an ironclad external policy, simply instructed this Level 3 Cleaner to release an anomalous item targeting the Dream Realm.
Hmm… It must be this way!
After all, if this man named Leon was really that powerful, how could he still be a Level 3 Cleaner? And how could he come to participate in such a promotion evaluation?
Upon finding a basically reasonable explanation for the “Destroyer Incident,” the Goddess of Illusions regained her composure, cleared her throat, and then spoke with a stern tone:
“Alright, those nightmares have already started chaos now, you should continue your evaluation!”
That’s right! Now it seems like we actually have a chance to pass! Hearing the reminder from the Goddess of Illusions, the cleaners immediately realized this and began moving again, pulling out their anomalous items one after another.
Group acceleration, concealment of presence, invisibility, environmental disguise… A variety of bizarre anomalous items were pulled out successively. The assault team, which had waited for quite some time, finally began moving again, sneaking toward the foot of “Big Leon.”
Meanwhile, the internal battle within the nightmare army had entered its climax.
Ordinary nightmares below began fighting fiercely, various grotesque limbs falling like raindrops, and hundreds of nightmares were shattered every second, transforming into the purest form of fear, merging into the Nightmare River beneath everyone’s feet.
The nightmare bosses above, however, rode on giant versions of Leon formed from the condensed fears of countless nightmares, roaring as they attacked each other, occasionally biting each other, and later, the two giant Leons simply rolled together, grabbing each other’s necks and punching wildly…
What a ridiculous sight! Watching the two giant Leons with his own face, whose actions resembled street thugs fighting ugly battles, Real Leon couldn’t help but darken his face instinctively, wanting to rush out and teach these bastards a lesson.
But alas, despite being the real deal, these fake ones gathering the wills of millions of nightmares meant that getting stepped on by them would result in over a hundred thousand mental shocks. This official version of himself was actually somewhat intimidated by them…
No choice, fists not big enough, I endure!
Keeping a straight face, mixing in the rear of the group, passing through the fiercely battling nightmare crowds, and going through the deafening yet crazy battlefield, Leon couldn’t help but exhale deeply upon seeing the red-and-white giant city at the deepest part of the Soulfall Black Abyss.
Finally arrived.
There have been too many messy things during this promotion evaluation, making one feel uneasy. But with Snow Maiden in Moshin Ice City, I at least have a reliable ally.
At the same time Leon let out a sigh of relief, a certain goddess hidden inside the conch shell simultaneously relaxed, a satisfied smile reappearing on her face.
Indeed, the most important ability for a god is patience! Although the plan encountered a significant hiccup, meeting a million nightmares blocking the way at the most critical moment, thanks to strong psychological resilience, she didn’t reveal any cracks and successfully stabilized the situation.
Then next, as long as she leads these cleaners she has deceived into the Moshin Ice City ahead… Hmm? Why is the city closed? (End of Chapter)