Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

Chris was not without support; at this moment, the image of that antique key lay quietly in his mind.

When Chris first transmigrated here, he tried to find his own cheat code, but unfortunately, he found nothing.

But now, he suddenly realized that he, as a time traveler, was not without his own unique characteristics.

If you're destined to have an unsettled life, then embrace all the changes.

With that thought in mind, Chris composed himself, took a deep breath, and walked toward the young man wearing a monocle.

Nottingham Street runs east-west. After leaving the café, the young man turned right and headed east along Nottingham Street, which leads to Minker Street.

Chris had no recollection of Mink Street; he only knew that there was a well-known, long-established funeral home there that was quite famous in the surrounding blocks.

Chris quickened his pace.

His gaze remained fixed on the young man in front of him, who was very likely someone with supernatural abilities.

Moreover, the other party was not a single person.

At the end of the scene where "oneself" is being interrogated, two blurry figures appear.

These two people must be working with the young man. They must have noticed something unusual about the young man's interrogation before breaking down the door.

Therefore, Chris has reason to believe that the other party is an organization.

The fact that both the young man and "myself" are here safe and sound means that the memory of "myself" did not come from the past, but from the future.

For reasons Chris is still unaware of, he gained memories of things that would happen in the future within this peculiar dream, where reality and illusion are indistinguishable.

He could sense that his time in this world was running out; the cracks in the sky were widening, and this was very likely the countdown that only he could see.

As for what will happen after the countdown ends, Chris doesn't know and can't care.

He now has to gather as much useful information as possible within a limited timeframe.

He wanted to understand where those supernatural abilities came from, and what this unusual organization wanted to get out of "himself".

It would be even more perfect if we could also figure out the relationship between our nightmares and headaches in reality from the people who possess supernatural powers.

If this really is Nottingham Street 45 years ago, then the organization that the other side is likely still existing in reality.

If supernatural powers truly exist in this world, then the high command of the Im Empire, a vast empire that has existed for nearly 800 years, could not possibly be unaware of all this.

Perhaps this young man in a black suit and wearing a monocle is from an official organization.

In reality, he was also suffering from nightmares and headaches. Before, Chris was just wondering, but now he was sure that his nightmares and headaches were not just a simple physiological problem.

He, or more precisely, Chris Craft, had been involved in an unknown supernatural event a year earlier, in which the original owner of the body died.

Now it's his turn to confront these supernatural events.

Chris didn't want to die an unclear death like the original owner.

Although the image of the ancient key in his mind gave him a great sense of security, he still needed to be cautious.

Chris walked quickly and caught up with the young man wearing a monocle before he even left Nottingham Street.

But Chris didn't get any closer to the other person, nor did he go up to talk to them directly. He just followed them at a distance.

Chris didn't bother to conceal his whereabouts; the other party had probably already noticed him.

He was waiting, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to contact him.

Chris has handed over the initiative to start the conversation to the other party.

Making contact with the other party is the first step to breaking the deadlock. His actions should not be too abrupt to avoid provoking an overreaction from the other party.

Putting himself in that young man's shoes, if someone he had been monitoring, suspected of being involved in supernatural events, suddenly approached him, it would undoubtedly mean that he had been exposed. No matter what the other party said, he would definitely be on high alert, and might even take preventative self-defense measures.

Chris followed the other person away from Nottingham Street until the other person stopped in front of a shop on Mink Street with a distinctly gothic decor.

Chris watched as the other person turned and walked into the store, and followed.

When Chris got closer, he realized that the shop was actually the well-known Immortals Funeral Parlor, a shop that specializes in the business of the deceased.

His gaze naturally drifted into the shop, but he didn't notice the young man who had just walked in.

Chris suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. A strange sense of being watched came from behind him. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man with graying temples wearing a black top hat standing less than a meter away from him, smiling at him.

The other person's face didn't have many wrinkles, except for the crow's feet at the corners of their eyes, which were particularly noticeable on their smiling face.

Chris sensed no malice from the man. Before Chris could speak, the man greeted him, "Good afternoon, sir. Is there any business you need to entrust to Immorales Funeral Services?"

……

Inside a business meeting room at the Immorales Funeral Home.

Chris sat on a black leather sofa. It was his first time entering a place in this world that dealt with matters concerning the dead. He couldn't help but look around the room's decor and furnishings with curiosity.

The interior design here maintains the same style as the shops outside.

A style featuring black wood floors, dark wood wall panels, and furniture, accented with Gothic elements, looks exceptionally sophisticated, yet subtly evokes a sense of somber oppression.

The middle-aged man with graying temples who had just spoken to him claimed to be the owner of the shop, named Valentine.

The other party assumed he had come here for some business, so they invited Chris inside to discuss it in detail.

Chris naturally did not refuse; his goal was to make contact with these people who possessed supernatural powers in this special dream world.

All signs indicate that this middle-aged man who calls himself Valentine is most likely not an ordinary person.

The other party is probably part of the same organization as the young man who was monitoring him.

The fact that the other party did not immediately launch an attack was undoubtedly good news for Chris.

After bringing Chris here, the other party used the excuse of preparing tea and snacks to leave Chris alone here.

A while has passed.

Chris was getting a little anxious.

Just as he followed the young man into the funeral home, the crack in the sky had more than doubled in size compared to when it first appeared.

In the black, viscous substance within the crack, besides the unidentified objects that had been surging in the shadows at the beginning, some slender black tentacles have now emerged from the crack, extending in a twisted manner into the blue sky. These tentacles writhe incessantly, as if searching for something.

Chris knew that his time in this special dream was running out.