A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Die in your dreams, then wake up and forget everything," the man in the tattered robe murmured.

"..."

"Squeak squeak squeak—" At this moment, the old man who had not appeared until now appeared next to Bray, the wheels of his wheelchair making a hoarse groan.

"He is neither your enemy nor my friend." The voice echoed in both of their minds at the same time.

"Logan, take off the robes that are hiding you. There's no point in hiding here."

“Hiding oneself is mystery, and I simply wish to remain mysterious,” the man the old man called Logan replied.

“Neither my enemy nor your friend, you are indeed a third party,” Logan said.

“If it were you, I wouldn’t intend to expel you, but if it’s a third party, an outsider, then you must be expelled.”

Logan took a bell out of his sleeve.

"Ring ring—" The bell rang.

"Thump—" Several headless giants emerged from the shadows.

The heads of these people were pieced together, and the remaining bodies were used by Logan.

There is no waste anywhere.

"Logan, you've gone further and further down the wrong path."

"This is not a wrong path, Owen." The man in the tattered robe spoke sternly, clearly displeased with the old man's words.

"Personal insight and understanding cannot touch the truth."

"What we need is the insight and understanding of the group." The tattered robe fluttered in the wind, and his hoarse voice sent chills down one's spine.

"All we need is cunning, Logan."

"Just as we did before we were born, we perceive the world through our inner eye."

“It’s a long night, and I don’t want to waste too much time on you and the stranger,” Logan said indifferently.

He did not agree with the old man's ideas, just as the old man did not agree with his ideas.

"Goodbye, Owen. You can't shorten the time of your dreams tonight."

"Let me prove that I am the one in the right."

The fog suddenly thickened, making it impossible for Bree to see anything more than two or three meters ahead.

However, the dense fog did not last long and soon dissipated.

But when the fog cleared, Logan was gone, leaving only a few headless giants in the same spot.

The giant held a different weapon in his hand.

It could be a lamppost, or it could be a wooden cross.

However, it didn't make much difference to Bray, since he didn't intend to get entangled with these giants anyway.

Direct disability is enough.

After Bray decisively chopped off several of the giants' legs, he turned to look at the old man.

“Your book doesn’t explain things clearly enough, Owen,” Bray said.

According to Logan, the old man's name should be Irving.

Logan was undoubtedly the old man's best friend; the man who had gone astray created this dream.

Of course, Bray didn't think Irving's path was any more normal than expected.

In Bray's eyes, both of them were madmen.

Although it is said that there is only a fine line between genius and madness.

"Your compassion is meaningless," was the old man's only reply.

—"The cursed person has become a walking corpse."

"A false 'living' is just a form of torture."

“…” Bray frowned.

"The town is shrouded in nightmares, and the original sin that cursed the town is Logan."

"Enter this place shrouded in despair, and after dawn you will understand why mercy is meaningless."

The voice that Irving transmitted into Bray's mind sounded somewhat helpless.

Irving didn't continue talking to Bray; he simply pushed the wheelchair away silently.

"Creak—" The wheelchair gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Unlike Bray, the old man didn't dare to wander aimlessly in his nightmares.

In a nightmare filled with monsters, Bray would probably be the only one who dares to swagger around.

"Dong—dong—dong—" The clock tower sounded three times.

The voice grew heavier with each passing moment.

Another hour of night passed by unnoticed.

Dawn should arrive in about an hour.

"Hahahaha!!"

"Aa ...

The school, filled with screams and maniacal laughter, gave Bray a bad feeling.

Bray walked to the school gate and pushed it open forcefully.

It took Bray a lot of effort to push open the iron gate; I really don't know how Logan managed to close it so easily.

Countless distorted human figures hung on the iron gate, their ferocious faces seemingly filled with fear.

The moment the iron gate opened, countless vengeful spirits rushed out of the school.

"..." Bray walked into the school with a blank expression, a place that Irving called shrouded in despair.

Logan's presence here indicates what has been done to this school.

At this moment, Bray still didn't understand what had happened to the school, nor did he realize why Irving called it a place shrouded in despair.

A burst of silvery laughter rang out.

Bray was startled and looked around.

"Is someone coming?" a little girl's voice rang out.

Bray looked down and saw a sac-like object.

It's like the brain being wrapped in a membrane.

"..." Bray hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Sure enough, someone's here. I heard a sound, I heard a sound." A voice came from the sac-like object.

If you listen carefully, the sound seems to come through water.

The sac-like object began to move, but it seemed unable to move too much.

"I really want to move, but it's so strange, I can't."

"I can't see anything, it's so strange, it's pitch black."

"I can't move my body either."

Bray crouched down.

"What do you want to talk about?" Bray said after a long silence.

"Oh, you want to chat with me? I'm so happy."

Being able to stay awake during a nightmare means you have a strong "heart".

However, normally, a person who can remain conscious during a nightmare should remain in their original state.

This is what Irving described in his book.

The girl in front of Kebrey did not look normal at all.

He's completely reduced to just a brain.

"Let's talk about our teacher. I really like our teacher."

“Hmm.” Bray nodded.

"Our teacher's name is Kaima, and Teacher Kaima is a very nice person."

"Teacher Kaima is a very nice person, really."

"Teacher Kaima is a very nice person, really."

"Hehehehe." A clear, ethereal laugh emanated from the sac-like object.

The sac-like structure began repeating this phrase over and over.

"Are you ok?"

"Teacher Kaima is a very nice person, really."

But the final answer to Bray was still the same.

"..." Bray fell silent.

Bray stood up, left the sac-like object, and walked straight deeper into the school.

Along the way, Bray saw piles of sac-like objects, just like the ones at the entrance, on the road.

A human voice came from the sac-like object.

However, if you talk for a few more words, the cyst will shut down as if it has crashed, and it will only repeat one sentence.

"Teacher Kaima, tell me a story!"

"The school is great, and everyone is great."

"Haha, I want to go find my brother."

After trying many times, Bray gave up on continuing to talk to the sac.

However, as Bray continued his investigation, he discovered that there were not only "living" sac-like structures.

There are even more bizarre sac-like objects.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

It was a scream that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it, like experiencing the torture of being dismembered alive.

After the scream, the sac-like mass deflated.

The brain, which was like a membrane, suddenly dispersed.

However, after a few minutes, the sac-like mass will return to its original shape.

It was as if the scream just now was an illusion.

However, it won't be long before the sac-like object emits a piercing scream again.

The screams heard at the school gate came from these sac-like objects.

The laughter came from those talking sac-like things.

"Dong—dong—dong—dong—" The town's clock tower rang four times.

The night grew darker, but this also meant that dawn was approaching.

The darkest hour is just before dawn.

Bray felt very tired for some reason.

It was a feeling of exhaustion that rose from the bottom of my heart.

Bray has witnessed countless life-and-death situations, and he can take them in stride.

Even amidst a sea of ​​blood, he remained remarkably calm.

But what we just witnessed was no longer terrifying.