Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

"I don't need any help."

The man in the trench coat spoke with an air of unquestionable authority, his revolver still pointed at the blond man's forehead.

The blond man stood there, his expression complex.

He dared not make the slightest move.

As a fellow traveler of the Holy Path, he knew perfectly well that it was best to do nothing when Jack's revolver was pointed at him.

The bullets fired from that gun were said to never miss.

Although the rumor was somewhat exaggerated, he dared not gamble.

"Go back and tell the company that this commission is now terminated."

As Jack spoke, he suddenly threw a white piece of paper at Theodore.

Theodore dared not reach out to catch it, letting the piece of paper hit his chest and then fall to his feet.

He glanced at the folded piece of paper briefly, then looked at Jack, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Only then did Jack slowly put down the revolver in his hand, turn around and walk away quickly.

This time, Jack moved even faster.

Seeing this, Chris felt a moment of inner turmoil.

He was very curious to know what company the blond man was talking about.

It seems this company has entrusted something to that trench coat-wearing man named Jack.

But now, it seems the other party has unilaterally terminated the commission.

Chris was very curious about all of this.

But the next moment, he turned around and chased after Jack.

The other person was the focus of his attention during this lucid dream.

Other things, while helpful in understanding the extraordinary power structure of this world, were not as important as this matter.

Jack maintained a semi-walking, semi-running pace, but at an extremely fast speed.

Chris was already some distance away from the opponent.

This distance is still widening.

"Damn it, it's already turned into a ghost, why is it still so slow?"

Chris began to feel anxious.

Suddenly, the huge hexagonal yellow mark inside his body trembled slightly, shaking off a wisp of yellow mist.

The mist maintained the same speed as Chris and floated in front of him.

This time, Chris saw a yellow mist suddenly appear in front of him.

By sensing the mist, he seemed to discover some abnormalities in his body at that moment.

"wrong."

Upon closer inspection, Chris finally discovered the huge yellow mark inside his body.

"When did this mark appear...?"

Chris clearly remembered that he had not used yellow mist to condense the hexagonal yellow mark in his body.

He remembered that he had only left two yellow marks on those two astral beings with a thin layer of yellow mist.

Chris had no idea what the yellow mist was.

This thing comes from the yellow light curtain above that small astral body.

In the mysterious space, it transformed into a palm-sized piece of yellow cloth, which then turned into yellow mist that surrounded him.

He can indeed manipulate these yellow mists.

Moreover, these yellow mists do seem to possess a certain natural, spontaneous protective quality.

For example, when he first absorbed the memory fragments processed by the Starlight Lantern, the yellow mist blocked those memory fragments from entering.

It was only through his manipulation of the yellow mist that the memory fragments were able to enter his body.

So, could the hexagonal mark inside his body at this moment also be a spontaneous action of the yellow mist?

Without thinking too much, Chris realized he was about to be left behind by Jack when a thought struck him.

The wisp of yellow mist immediately transformed into a thin line about one meter long, and in the blink of an eye, it reached behind Jack.

The thin, dark yellow thread spun and twisted rapidly, leaving a hexagonal yellow mark the size of a fingernail on Jack's trench coat.

After manipulating the yellow mist to do all this, a bright thin line was gradually thickening not far ahead.

Chris knew that the exit on the other side of the alley was just ahead.

The man in the trench coat disappeared into the bright light.

Chris arrived at the exit a few seconds later, and after leaving the alley, he quickly scanned the streets on both sides.

No trace of the man in the trench coat was found.

He immediately sensed the location of the mark.

The next moment, Chris suddenly moved quickly to the street on his left.

At the same time, he also noticed that the cracks in the sky had grown so large that they almost covered half of the sky.

The countdown to this lucid dream seems to be going much faster than the last one.

Seeing this, Chris couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Time is running out.

He hasn't found any useful clues yet.

Whether he will be able to enter the dream featuring the man in the trench coat next time remains to be seen.

He has no control over the content of his lucid dreams.

He followed the markings, wandering through the streets and alleys.

In one alley, Chris turned around one last time and saw a narrower, darker alley extending from the middle of the alley between two buildings.

There was no bright light at the end of the alley; it seemed to be a dead end.

But the direction indicated by the mark was in the darkness ahead.

Without hesitation, Chris drifted directly into the depths of darkness.

Having learned from his previous experience, Chris is taking a gamble.

He gambled that the darkness in the clear sky wouldn't harm him.

Just like when the dream collapsed last time, the black mist and tentacles would actively avoid him.

A moment later.

Chris reached the end of the alley.

His vision realistically demonstrates the adaptability to darkness after prolonged exposure to it.

This made him feel as if he wasn't a ghost, but rather a physical entity that neither he nor others could see.

At the end of the alley is a narrow door that blends almost seamlessly into its surroundings.

The black paint on the door was unusually old, as if it hadn't been repainted for decades.

There are no extra patterns on it; it's just the look of a very common wooden door.

Chris looked at the wooden door in front of him and suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

He remembered that he couldn't open the door.

Chris hovered in front of the wooden door, carefully examining it from different angles to see if there were any gaps.

Suddenly, a soft creaking sound came from inside the door.

The wooden door was gently pushed open from the inside, revealing a narrow crack about two fingers wide.

Chris could feel the dim yellow candlelight in the room.

Having experienced how he controlled his special body while chasing Jack, Chris realized that he didn't have a specific concept of volume at the moment.

It seems he can squeeze through any gap, but not all gaps are wide enough for him to pass through.

He couldn't figure out the key to this for the time being.

So he had been looking for gaps in the door.

The door was now open with a gap of about two fingers, which was more than enough for him to get in.

Without any hesitation, Chris quickly floated into the house.

The next moment, he felt that the scene around him suddenly became blurry.

The light and sound around him became hazy, as if he were being held underwater.

"Are you sure this is here?" A clear, cold female voice came vaguely from beside me.

Upon hearing this, Chris turned his gaze and looked in the direction of the sound.

He vaguely saw a woman wearing a dark red dress and with long blonde hair, but his vision was too blurry to make out her features.

He realized that it seemed to be this woman who had opened the door just now.

"That's right, my gut tells me there's something there." A muffled male voice rang out from another direction.

Although it was a little blurry, Chris could still tell that it was Jack's voice.

When did the other party discover them?