Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

……

Click click click.

The familiar sound of metal rubbing against each other.

"Nancy…how are you?"

“We meet again…”

The dark dream comes again.

But this time, she could see with her own eyes the terrifying monster approaching her little by little...

"You like it brighter, don't you?"

He didn't care about his miserable state at all. His bloody face was even covered with dense blood bubbles. Freddy swung his cold claws, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, falling behind Nancy like he was playing with his prey.

"You see, this is your dream, Nancy."

"Who did you ask to help you?"

"Oh... he has two delicious children. Are you bringing so many people with you to seek death?"

Freddy chased his prey with a laugh, his sharp claws leaving long marks on the wall - a harsh noise. He was the master of the dream, it was him! Mortals were just self-righteous little sheep standing by the lake.

He is the master of the lake!

"It is indeed your dream, Nancy." Freddy laughed regretfully: "What a pity, I am the one who is in charge!"

"Do you like steak?"

"The kind that's cut into pieces?"

This ignorant child thought that everything would be fine if he found an old man who was familiar with dreams?

Poor little sheep...

Let me see who else is visiting my house...

Freddy forced himself into a crazy grin, which made his bloody face even more distorted.

"Hahahahahahaha two girls?"

"Nancy, do you want to die with them?"

"You're so cute."

"I'll kill you slowly."

The sharp metal claws rubbed out sparks. In addition to the noise and Freddy's grin, Nancy seemed to hear a "dong dong" sound coming from far away amid her rapid breathing.

Like the sound of a cane hitting the ground.

Chapter 37 Seeing God

Glenn wasn't feeling well.

Two minutes had passed, leaving eight minutes—four hundred and eighty seconds—before Nancy and the others woke up.

Nancy's face looked worse and worse.

She started struggling a minute ago.

"Nancy..."

Glenn wanted to smooth out the girl's brows that were almost twisted into knots. The anxious onlookers were more worried than the participants in the dangerous game. Just because he didn't say something didn't mean it didn't happen.

He was 100% on board with Nancy doing this and was 'heroically' involved as her boyfriend... not because he was brave.

Because he also dreamed.

When Nancy first told him about a monster in her dream.

That night, he also had a dream.

He saw Tina and Rod: the two people were put in transparent body bags, smiling and waving at him.

That's why he agreed. Not to mention the old guy who said he was a professor but actually sounded like a liar, the master and servant were unreliable enough. If he hadn't really had no choice, he would never accompany Nancy to "play around"... Well, it can't be called playing around now.

"Nancy..."

Glenn stroked the girl's forehead and smoothed back her brown hair.

"Don't get into trouble..."

Several people slept in a row, and I was the only one awake. There was still no electric light in the room; there were a few candles on the table in the center of the room, on the bedside table, on the low dresser, and on the box.

There were no mirrors in the room, the flickering firelight and the few people who had "died" in front of him...

Glenn was prepared for one of them to suddenly jump up.

"Freddy..."

Freddy Freddy…

The boy kept reciting.

dong dong.

Startled.

The dull knock on the door was clearly audible in the silent room.

Who's knocking?

dong dong.

Two more sounds.

He remembered that Nagini had said that she had greeted the owner of the manor before starting - Miss Caroline. So...it shouldn't be her?

Who's knocking?

thump…

dong dong.

The person outside the door was pushing very hard.

Glenn stood up by holding the armrest of the chair. He felt his lower limbs go weak... I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid... No, it must be Miss Caroline outside the door...

He came to the door and tilted his ears...

dong dong.

"Yes, who is outside..."

There was silence outside the door for a while.

"who are you?"

A man's voice.

Glenn breathed a sigh of relief.

Don’t worry about men or women, as long as they are human beings.

"I'm Glenn, sir, and Nancy and I are here to see Miss Nagini."

"We are in..."

The person outside interrupted impatiently: "You should have some manners, kid. Why do you talk to others through the door? I'm not your father. Don't give me your rebellious side."

The man outside is Luke Marshall.

Glenn had seen him, earlier.

A very powerful lawyer.

"Sir, we are talking about important matters."

"Come on, little spy, open the door, I need to go in and get something."

Luke was getting more and more impatient: "Open the door, or I'll go get Caroline for the key."

Glenn looked back at the people sleeping in the multiple beds.

He didn't know what to do either.

"Open the door! I'll say it one last time."

——Or... open the door but don’t let him in?

——Let’s chat through the crack of the door?

Glenn thought naively.

After opening the door, he couldn't stop the man outside: the other party pushed the door open very rudely, almost knocking him down; then, the floor was stomped with the clatter of his leather shoes.

"Aha, something important, huh?"

Luke Marshall glanced at the bodies sleeping in a row with a half-smile, then turned his head to stare at Glenn. Only then did the boy see the barrister's face clearly in the dim candlelight.

His face...

Why did he do this to his face?

One by one, black things that looked like threads or hair pierced into the skin, penetrated into the flesh and blood for a few centimeters, and then popped up from not far away; they moved outside for a while and pierced again.

There were many such 'lines', almost covering his entire face, leaving only a tiny bit of space for the eyes, nostrils and lips.

He was terrified...

"Mr. Luke..."

Glenn stepped back in dismay and kicked over a candle. The short wax with the unextinguished flame rolled in front of Luke Marshall's leather shoes, and was crushed out with a crunching sound by the toe of the shoe.

"Be careful, boy. You want to burn them?"

The barrister raised his chin and glanced disdainfully at Nancy who was struggling on the bed.

When he looked up, Glenn saw more clearly:

he…

The neck was also covered with stitches.

On the back of the hands, on the fingertips; on the wrists exposed by the sleeves, and probably on the forearms...all over.

"Mr. Luke..." Glenn called out tentatively, shrinking his neck. The boy, who had nowhere to retreat, could only hold on to the thick curtains to give himself strength: "Are you okay?"

Are you okay?

I'm great!!

There's never been a better time than now, kid.

"Your...face."

"What's wrong with my face?" Luke Marshall tilted his head and stared at Glenn with suspicion: "What are you talking about?"

Your face is full of threads.

Around the neck, too, sir.

Glenn didn't know whether he should say it or not - he had heard some old stories that were designed to scare children: when a person is bewitched by the devil, bystanders must not remind him; once he realizes his situation, the devil in his body will jump out and eat the person who talks too much.

and so…

"You look well, sir."

Glenn forced an awkward smile against his will, but in the flickering candlelight, his face was as pale as a corpse.

It would be even weirder if he laughed again.

Luke frowned - if you could still tell where his eyebrows were. He obviously didn't want to pay attention to this unruly child. He walked to the bed of Nagini and Mori Yuesha in two or three steps and looked at the girl who was sucking her fingers while sleeping from above.

"First, sir?"

Glenn moved quietly, a little at a time, and while the man was staring at Mori Yuesha, he moved behind him and gently picked up a small porcelain bottle on the low cabinet.

Hidden behind.