Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Valentine slowly walked into the room carrying a black iron tray with a pot of coffee, a pot of milk, a small round box containing sugar cubes, and two empty cups on it.

He strode to the center of the room, gently placed the items on the coffee table, then slowly sat down opposite Chris and said, "Excuse me, we don't have any tea. Would you like some coffee?"

Upon hearing this, Chris casually glanced at the coffee table and said indifferently, "Thank you, the coffee looks delicious."

He then looked at Valentine and said directly, "If you want to know anything from me, you can ask me directly."

Valentine's hand, which he had just reached out to pour Chris coffee, suddenly stopped, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The next moment, Valentine put down the coffee pot in his hand, looked directly into Chris's eyes and said, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Chris."

As soon as Valentine finished speaking, Chris felt a faint sense of being watched from the walls behind him and on either side of him.

This feeling did not make Chris uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, the other party's current reaction confirmed his guess.

"My intention is very simple: I want to have an open and honest conversation with you." Chris maintained a very calm expression.

Valentine looked into Chris's eyes, maintaining a polite smile. "What would you like to know, Mr. Chris?"

"Does this world possess supernatural powers?"

"no."

"No?"

Chris looked at Valentine, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Chris didn't quite understand what the man in front of him meant, since the other person was still pretending to be stupid.

"Mr. Chris, have you recently encountered some phenomena that defy common sense, leading you to believe that there is some supernatural force behind them?" Valentine countered.

"I've been having nightmares lately, and I always have a headache when I wake up. I can't even remember what happened in the dream," Chris said, recounting some of his real-life experiences.

This is indeed Chris's real experience, only it's not the Chris Fisher in this dream world, but the experience of Chris Craft.

If Chris could glean any useful information from this person, who was almost certainly a member of a supernatural organization, then this lucid dream wouldn't have been in vain.

As for what they wanted to know from Chris Fisher, Chris was simply very curious about it, but it wasn't important compared to anything related to himself.

Since the topic has been steered in this direction, let's take this opportunity to ask clearly.

Upon hearing Chris's answer, Valentine paused for a moment, seemingly pondering something, before saying, "So Mr. Chris has been plagued by nightmares lately."

As they were talking, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

The young man wearing a monocle strode in.

The other person was holding two candlesticks, each with a long, thin, white candle with a spiral pattern on it.

After entering, the young man didn't say anything, but simply placed the candlesticks on either side of the coffee table between Chris and Valentine.

The other person took out a box of matches from their pocket, took out a match, and gently struck it on the matchbox. A small flame appeared on the top of the match. Then, the other person quickly lit two candles.

A hazy candlelight appeared in the room, and in Chris's eyes, the candlelight was unusually bright, and the hazy halo seemed to form an invisible wall between him and Valentine.

After lighting the candles, the young man wearing a monocle stepped back to Valentine's side, looked at him, and said quickly, "Captain, everything is ready."

The two did not try to hide their conversation from Chris, as if it didn't matter to Chris know.

Valentine nodded upon hearing this, then looked at Chris with a smile and said, "Mr. Chris may have already guessed some things about us."

"You're not ordinary people," Chris replied.

"Whether it's the various myths of the Holy Spirit Church or the heroic legends of history, there are many descriptions of extraordinary powers," Valentine said calmly. "It's normal for Mr. Chris to have such thoughts when he encounters phenomena that cannot be explained by current scientific knowledge."

"So, these myths and legends are all true?" Chris continued to press.

"Maybe," Valentine said frankly. "Some of it might be true."

Chris stared intently at Valentine, whose rambling answers to his questions made him slightly annoyed.

The other party is obviously stalling for time. Is it because I, the one being monitored, suddenly acted out of the ordinary, disrupting their plans, so they need time to prepare something on the spot?

With that thought in mind, Chris quickened his pace and returned to the topic he cared about most: "Mr. Valentine, I've been plagued by nightmares lately. If there's anything you want to know from me, I'll tell you everything I know. My only request is that you help me solve this problem."

Chris's tone remained restrained and candid. He genuinely hoped to have a frank conversation with the other party, but the other party seemed unwilling to engage.

Valentine looked at Chris, still smiling, "Some problems seem simple, but in reality, no one knows what kind of trouble they will encounter when they are solved."

Then he changed the subject, "In order to distinguish these things from ordinary abnormal events, we generally call events that may involve supernatural forces extraordinary events."

Valentine slowly rose and walked to the edge of the invisible barrier formed by the candlelight. Staring at Chris through the dim candlelight, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he continued, "Extraordinary events are always accompanied by unpredictable dangers, so we must be very careful."

"Mr. Chris, your so-called honest communication is nothing more than a verbal promise. How can you verify whether it's truly honest?"

After Valentine finished speaking, he looked away from Chris and gave a wink to the young man with a monocle standing to the side.

The young man understood immediately, and sat down in Valentine's original seat. He looked up at Chris, and at the same time, he gently adjusted his right monocle, a faint blue light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Chris knew that the other party was going to use some special methods, and he was already mentally prepared.

But he took the risk of coming here on his own initiative, not to be interrogated unilaterally. The interrogation scenes that Chris Fisher remembered were playing out at this moment, but they meant nothing to Chris.

"Is this really okay?" Chris asked calmly, looking directly at the young man wearing a monocle.

"I don't know exactly how much preparation you've made, but is this really safe?"

"And another thing," Chris said, pointing to the other person's chest, "where's your brooch? That silver brooch with different geometric shapes, why aren't you wearing it?"

As Chris's voice reached the young man wearing a monocle, his pupils dilated and contracted rapidly a few times before he turned his head slightly to look at Valentine beside him.

For the first time, a serious expression appeared on Valentine's face. He moved his feet, subtly shifting a small distance away from Chris, while simultaneously putting his right hand into his right trouser pocket, as if grasping something.