Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The faceless face, the outer directly uses the energy to form the basic attire.Pointed hat, trench coat, trousers, leather boots, just like the hunter's dress in "Curse of Blood".

There is no doubt that this is Rope's own aesthetic.

The inevitability of the so-called mind race is that there will be a general console such as the "mind terminal".The main console of the Nightmare species is currently their creator Rope.

But that doesn't mean they are thoughtless puppets.

It's just a more bizarre way of living that ordinary people can't understand.

"Welcome, my children..."

Feeling the gradual establishment of the huge spiritual network in the group, Luo Pei showed a smile.

Inzahn Nibia followed the lord, silently watching the scene below that could be called "great".

At the end of this great war, the belated last intellectual race was born.

Created by the god of disasters, fears and dreams, living in fragmented dreams, not dying from lifespan limitations, shuttle between illusion and reality, masters who manipulate the power of the mind.

——Higher species. Nightmare!

Chapter [-] Fanatics of the Dream God, Nightmare Seeds

With "new birth", there is always "blank".

This phenomenon is taken for granted by the lower-ranked species, and even some upper-ranked species maintain such a concept, following the rule of "elders teach young children".

But this doesn't apply to Nightmare species.

Born out of the hands of the god of disaster, fear and dreams, these spiritual masters, who were born in less than three hours, completely absorbed the huge common sense that Luo Pei passed from the "spirit terminal" in this short period of time. and all kinds of knowledge about the world.

Even when Rope came back to his senses in the blink of an eye, the Nightmare Species, who were handsome and compelling, but revealed a strange aura, had already begun to spontaneously search for a place to live in the city, or their own lair.Each of them maintains a state of "independence", and there is no sign of "inner overlap", a common disease that occurs in psychic races.

Silent city, silent dream, silent nightmare species.

There is no voice of communication because it is not needed.There is no substantial disagreement, as it has been resolved with each other in the mind.There is no urgent question about the Creator, because the knowledge is already in the mind—

As a result of this eerie silence, the fear of the entire city has risen to a new level, and a vague sense of suffocation and mist fills the air together with the mist.

"What about a healthy race..."

Rope stood on the edge of the open-air steps of the Star Clock Tower, looking a little fascinated by the orderly children of nightmares below.

This is his race.

With his hands, his strength, his torso, the race he created.

So what kind of fire can these created flames burn in the future, and what kind of brilliant civilization can they show... It's really exciting.

'My lord, don't you intend to interfere with the civilization formation of the race with your own spiritual concept? ' asked Inzahn Nibia.

Rope shook his head.

"No, of course not. I don't want to make them my puppets. I will only grant them knowledge as an elder and a creator. Since it is an individual's independent thinking, of course, civilizations must themselves be formed in the evolution of time."

'You have a very peculiar idea that the god of war has turned his creation into a war-loving madman, the god of blacksmithing has made his creation full of ambition to process everything... and you have no intention of interfering with your own race. '

"Wild flowers are the most beautiful."

Rope chuckled, turned and walked into the room on the top floor of the clock tower.

pat, pat, pat.

After a long time, multiple footsteps came from the stairs of the Star Clock Tower.

The only way to get to this room is the spiral staircase with hundreds of thousands of steps.

The bronze-colored door was pushed open, and three Nightmare Species dressed in hunter costumes stood at the door, silently watching the black-haired youth who had returned to the throne.

"After the selection, are the three of you the "leaders" representing the race? "Rope asked, tilting his head.

The three Nightmare got down on one knee one after another, but they didn't answer Rope's words.

It's not that they don't understand the language. After Rope's indoctrination, the Nightmare species don't talk about this world, and even have a detailed understanding of the blasphemous words outside the world.

The reason for this is just-

"Talk with your voice."

Rope ordered.

"This is a rule. In front of me, it is forbidden to use mental communication."

The race of the mind is naturally more inclined to communicate with the mind than words, and Rope helplessly cut off the connection between himself and the main console.

It's the same idea as the god of war Artoius.

Even if it is a spiritual race, Rope doesn't want to constantly spy on the idea of ​​​​creating a race, and there is no harm in leaving some private space appropriately.

"...As ordered, I will wait for the Creator."

Among the three, the tallest Nightmare species spoke up.

It lowered its head deeply, that respect and admiration without words, even Inzahn Nibia could feel the strong spiritual fluctuations around it all the time.

No, it's not just him.

The other two aren't much better off there.