Chapter 677: Chapter 677

"But... can we really quickly defeat all nightmare emissaries?"

After the horned man supplied the tactical details, the Pisces Branch Cleaner who spoke first reminded with a worried expression:

"Other nightmare emissaries aside, that Snow Maiden can make saints kneel before her. Even if she isn’t a True God yet, her skills shouldn’t be far off, right?"

"She can be dealt with by the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams."

Having recovered from the previous crisis where she was almost devoured, Abigail, with a slightly pale face, said:

"The Snow Maiden is an elite saint close to a True God, whereas the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams is a former True God who has lost much of her power; their current levels should be relatively close, perhaps even slightly in favor of the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams. Plus, with our support, she should be able to suppress and defeat the Snow Maiden not too difficultly.

But as for the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams... I’m hesitant to say. Although she emerged from the Pisces director and seems to genuinely have a contract with the Bureau, she may not necessarily stand on our side. I fear she might have another agenda or might slack off when facing the Snow Maiden.

Therefore... we need to add another layer of insurance..."

Noticing how, after Abigail’s words, everyone looked towards him, Leon could not help but blink, then returned their gaze with a sincere smile.

"Alright, I’m willing to be that insurance."

You are willing to be the insurance, but we are a bit hesitant to let you be it...

Seeing Leon’s gentle and sincere smile and recalling his previous crazy behavior when trapped in the Dream Realm, the scalp of the crowd of cleaners couldn’t help but prickle, and the nearly devoured Abigail’s face instantly turned pale.

In terms of pure strength, Leon is absolutely qualified to be that insurance; after all, he beat four hundred on his own, and without a True God present, it seems he really couldn’t be taken down.

In terms of combat ability, this madman’s strength exceeds that of all four hundred plus cleaners combined. If he weren’t spread too thin to eliminate all nightmare emissaries, they wouldn’t need others—he could annihilate in that place called the icy city on his own.

But the critical issue is that while his battle prowess is sufficient, his mental state certainly raises concerns, and his bizarre abilities and strange quirks make others instinctively feel cold at heart. If some string in his mind connects wrong and he suddenly goes mad during a fight...

"Well... thank you, but... um... if possible, please remain on standby and act only when we face danger..."

Considering that besides agreeing to the conditions of the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams, there seemed to be no second path, with a mindset of drinking poison to quench thirst, "Death God" Mason, representing the cleaners, reluctantly accepted Leon’s "goodwill".

"Goddess of Pleasure Dreams!"

Waving away the abnormal object [Mental Space] used for the "meeting," "Death God" Mason looked up and shouted at the impatient-looking Goddess of Pleasure Dreams above:

"We accept the conditions you propose to proceed with the third assessment!"

"You humans are always so suspicious... then let’s go!"

The Goddess of Pleasure Dreams, having waited half the day, saw through the cleaners’ wariness and defenses. Though dissatisfied, she did not object, simply humming under her breath and then unfastening a shell shielded in front of her, throwing it toward the cleaners.

Before the group could discern what the shell had, the sleek, arc-shaped shell suddenly expanded a thousandfold, directly "scooping" all cleaners from the ground.

Following that, the radiant River of Dreams above people’s heads began to ripple with intense volatility, countless mixed dream realms quietly slicing out layers of distinct, unusual worlds.

These worlds composed of endless similar bubbles each have completely different characteristics, causing a distinct array of feelings—some are gloomy, others are vivid, some obscure figures, some barren and desolate...

No matter how different these worlds are from each other, they share the same feature, which is that near the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams floats a giant shell carrying more than four hundred figures.

"This is the existence form of the Dream Realm."

As Leon tilted his head upwards in surprise, gazing at the various layered yet simultaneously existent worlds above, a familiar voice arose in his ear.

Leading the Pisces director to Leon’s side, the fecal lady stood beside Leon, gazing upward at the segmented River of Dreams above while softly explaining:

"Leon, the Dream Realm is simultaneously a non-material world without any physical entity and a special world that is completely mingled and overlapped. Demonic Soul Abyss, Paradise Lost, Climb Moon Well Path, Reflecting Empty Valley, Lone Walker Mountain, Return to Leaf Sea... These places each represent different dream realms, isolated yet co-existing.

The way the Dream Realm ’exists’ is very special. Although where we are belongs to the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams’ Paradise Lost, we’re not only existing alone here but simultaneously exist in each layer of Dream Realm.

The distinction is that only where we are now is absolutely real, whereas existing in the rest of the Dream Realm means we are merely a figment of a living being’s dream there. Only a True God can turn false into true, carve apart those mingling Dream Realms, and escort us through them..." Googlᴇ search ⓝovelFire.net

Though not entirely understanding, I still thank the senior for the science lesson...

Slightly blinking, Leon, half-understanding, joined everyone in stepping on the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams’... shell, plunging from the wrecked Paradise Lost, descending continuously through bizarre realms.

As they entered different dream realms in sequence, their bodies exhibited wondrous changes according to the characteristics of those realms—sometimes reverting to human form, sometimes seated on divine thrones, sometimes soaring in the sky, sometimes cycling through life and death...

Various unimaginable anomalies surfaced, and Leon even exchanged an eerie glance with essentially himself from five or six minutes ago within a certain dream realm.

"We are now at the junction of [Looking Back Cemetery] and [Shadow Drag Passage], at the place between cycle dreams and prophetic dreams."

His form elongated, becoming countless overlapping figures, Amien explained in unison:

"Upon entering [Looking Back Cemetery], you keep repeating everything you do, meeting your past self; whereas [Shadow Drag Passage] leads to the future, akin to having a prophetic dream where you can briefly peek into one of many possibilities of the future.

Normally, under the protection of a True God, these two worlds should be separable, but the Goddess of Pleasure Dreams seems to have sustained heavy damage, thus failing to fully separate the Dream Realms... Leon, beneath [Shadow Drag Passage] lies [Demonic Soul Abyss], we are about to arrive."

Are we finally arriving?

After smiling at his self from five minutes ago and observing how his other self also jumped in shock, Leon curiously asked:

"Senior Amien, what about the Demonic Soul Abyss? What exactly is the Demonic Soul Abyss like?"

"The ’rule’ in the Demonic Soul Abyss is somewhat simpler."

Numerous Amyien Seniors shadowily spoke in unison:

"Upon entering the Demonic Soul Abyss without True God protection, the nightmare that you fear most will directly appear behind you."