On the Ark.

"What kind of support do you want?" Lin Ye finally asked.

This relieved Mephistopheles, who felt that things could be discussed again.

“I need corpses,” Mephistopheles said. “Human corpses, the more the better.”

"You want to use humans for experiments?"

“Yes.” As if mentioning something he was good at, Mephisto’s words quickly became natural. “I can already control pets like cats and dogs skillfully. Next is people. People are more difficult than cats and dogs, so I need more samples.”

“I just heard you talking on the phone with someone,” Lin Ye said. “It was a little girl.”

“That’s right.” Mephistopheles nodded. “She was my first sample.”

"who is she?"

"Anna, my neighbor's child."

"You must kill her."

"I want her to dedicate herself to science."

"You're going to kill her."

"Everyone dies, I just wanted her to die in a more meaningful way."

"Did she know you were going to kill her?"

“How could anyone know? I tricked her into coming here because I have no money, no power, and the only person I can fool is her,” Mephistopheles said. “So it can only be her.”

Lin Ye fell silent.

He felt heartbroken.

This dream is Mephistopheles' childhood memory, something that actually happened. In the dream, Lin Ye stands before Mephistopheles, but in reality, in the past, Lin Ye was not here. Therefore, the girl named Anna must have come and become Mephistopheles' first experimental subject.

She was just an innocent little girl who lost her life simply because she trusted Mephisto. In the world of Terra, this might not seem like much, but for Lin Ye, who had lived in a world bound by morality and law, nothing could be more unacceptable.

Lin Ye gripped the scissors hidden beneath his robe.

Mephistopheles was unaware of Lin Ye's emotional change, perhaps because Lin Ye was wearing a mask, so he continued to talk eloquently.

"I see, you like killing, right? Fine, you can kill everyone, and you can have Anna too, just give me the body afterward, as long as..."

“Enough, Mephisto,” Lin Ye interrupted Mephisto. “I didn’t come here for your disgusting technique.”

Mephistopheles paused, then her cheeks flushed red: "Whose technique are you saying is...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Ye suddenly burst out of the shadows. Although Mephisto had a premonition, his current strength was far inferior to Lin Ye's. Lin Ye grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall. Mephisto finally saw Lin Ye's true face... a beautiful girl's face with a strange smile.

"Who are you?!" Mephistopheles roared. "What do you want?!"

“You should pay the price for your mistakes, Mephisto!” Lin Ye roared. “Remember tonight, Mephisto. You will remember tonight forever, and everything I did to you tonight.”

"Who exactly are you...?"

Lin Ye sneered: "I am... the chief physician of 'I Love and Pamper,' and my specialty is..."

He took out the scissors.

Mephistopheles watched helplessly as the scissors approached his penis, and finally, a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the dark alley.

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Author's note: I'm finally home. My eyes were almost closed while writing this chapter. I'm off to do it now.

Chapter 254 You still dare to come back?

"Ughh ...

Mephistopheles woke up with a start, then sat up abruptly, instinctively clutching his groin, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

On the bed next to him, Faust was also awakened by Mephistopheles. He immediately sat up and instinctively picked up the heavy crossbow that was placed beside the bed: "What's wrong? Are there enemies?"

Mephistopheles didn't say anything, but just wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, trembling all over.

Faust immediately grabbed his crossbow and rushed out of the room. He initially thought it was an enemy attack, but seeing nothing outside, he had to turn back: "I didn't see anyone. What happened?"

Mephistopheles remained silent, which greatly surprised Faust. He had never seen Mephistopheles like this before. In his eyes, Mephistopheles was the kind of person who could always maintain a confident smile, no matter the situation, and he had never seen him panic, let alone be afraid.

But now, fear was written in Mephistopheles' eyes.

"What exactly happened?" Faust asked again.

Mephistopheles slowly closed his eyes, remained silent for about five seconds, and then slowly said, "It's nothing."

"nothing?"

"Hmm, it's nothing." Mephistopheles calmed down a bit. "I just didn't sleep well."

Faust frowned: "Can't even I tell you?"

“It’s really nothing serious,” Mephistopheles forced a stiff smile at Faust. “It’s just that I didn’t sleep well.”

He didn't mean to hide it from Faust, but he simply didn't know how to bring it up.

Should he tell Faust that he had a nightmare?

It seems like it might not be impossible.

But what about the nightmares?

Was Mephistopheles going to tell Faust what he had experienced in his dream? Leaving aside whether Faust would believe it, Mephistopheles wouldn't even utter a word about it.

That being said, why would you dream about something like that?

Mephistopheles was puzzled.

This wasn't the first time he'd dreamt about the past, especially that night. He'd dreamt about it occasionally over the years, after all, it was the night he obtained his first human sample, and also the first time he'd killed someone he knew intimately and trusted completely.

But so what? He used that person's body to complete his greatest experiment, thus escaping his extremely lowly status. Later, through this technology, he successfully met the boss. It could be said that that night was the night that changed his destiny and the trajectory of his life.

So he would occasionally dream of that night, not to commemorate the little girl named Anna, but to commemorate the process of killing her with his own hands and then helping her stand up again. It was like the sweetest wine, and every time he recalled it, it made him feel very satisfied.

But this time it's different.

Because a stranger suddenly appeared in his dream, and a stranger he had never seen before. No, the person was wearing a strange mask; even if he had seen someone before, he would never recognize them.

Mephistopheles also knew that human dreams are inherently uncontrollable, and it's normal to dream about anything.

However, this was the first time Mephistopheles had ever encountered a dream so realistically.

How realistic were those dreams?

It was so real that Mephistopheles could almost feel the force with which the man pressed him against the wall in his dream, feel the breath exhaled from behind the mask as the man growled, and feel the way the man used the scissors...

The thought made Mephistopheles shudder, and he wrapped the blanket around himself even tighter.

Faust, who was about to go back to sleep, had to stop when he saw this and asked again, "What's wrong? Did you really not sleep well?"

Mephistopheles gritted his teeth.

Why would that man do such a thing to him, and why did he seem so skilled at it?

Although human dreams are mostly unpredictable, they are still derived from the knowledge and experience of the human brain. Things that haven't been seen or heard of are unlikely to appear in dreams. What that man did to him was truly unprecedented; he didn't know which race would commit such cruel torture.

Wait, the man also seemed to have mentioned his background.

Five types of worms.

Because the man was wearing a mask, his words were not very clear, so Mephisto only caught the gist of what he was saying. However, even that gist didn't make much sense. He was certain that he didn't know any organization or group with a similar name, but the name sounded more like a cult.

Wait... what is he doing?

He's actually analyzing a... dream?

Mephistopheles felt that he was being absurd, absurd to the point of being ridiculous.

Faust was still looking at him.

He was finally able to calm down, and his body stopped shaking.

It was just a normal nightmare.

Mephistopheles reminded himself of this.

It was just a normal nightmare, the same kind of nightmare you often had as a child because of worries about this or that. Forcing himself to understand this, he took a deep breath and then said softly to Faust, "I just had a nightmare."

Faust was taken aback: "A nightmare?"

“Yes,” Mephistopheles nodded. “It was just a real, somewhat terrifying nightmare.”

Faust found it hard to believe.

Mephistopheles, woken up by a nightmare? How could that be?

However, Mephistopheles had already said so, and judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be lying to me, and there was no point in lying about such things.

"Is that so?" Faust originally wanted to ask what kind of dream it was, but when he thought that it was already difficult enough for Mephistopheles to just say that he had a nightmare, it seemed even more impossible to ask about the content of the nightmare, he stopped asking and said, "If you can't sleep, I can keep you company for a while."

“No need.” Mephisto’s lips curled slightly. “Me, Mephisto, would be defeated by a nightmare?”

Seeing that Mephistopheles had said that, Faust could only nod and say, "I understand. You can continue to rest."

"I will, and so will you," Mephistopheles said, but when he saw Faust actually go back to his bed to sleep, he felt a little regretful. But since he had already said that, and he really didn't think he would be scared by a nightmare twice, he lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he closed his eyes, the overwhelming drowsiness dragged him straight into a dream.

He opened his eyes in his dream and saw the smiling face of the girl.

"Hey!" A surprised voice rang out from behind the mask, "You dare to come back!"

Chapter 255: Was the First Experience Seen?

When Lin Ye woke up, he felt refreshed.

This was truly a rare occurrence. He knew that every time he entered Nightingale's dream before, he would emerge feeling exhausted. But this time was different. Mephistopheles' dream not only didn't leave him feeling tired, but he actually felt refreshed, for reasons he didn't know.

"You're finally awake..."

A rather plaintive voice suddenly rang out, startling Lin Ye, who was stretching. He turned around and saw Jiao Feng curled up in the corner, clutching his blanket. Jiao Feng's eyes were bloodshot and his face was haggard, as if he hadn't rested in a long time.

Lin Ye was very surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"