Chapter 376: A Big Task
Chapter 376: A Big Task
"You... you've gone too far!"
The sight of the old investigator, curled up like a shrimp on the carpet, desperately clenching his legs, was met with an angry shout from a female investigator. Her normally pretty face turned ashen with rage.
"Senior Camus is such a nice person. He's been offended by you multiple times, yet he never held a grudge and even told me not to let personal emotions affect my work. And you... you actually did this to him?!"
"..."
Did I... misjudge the situation just now?
Lyon hesitated slightly as he witnessed the old investigator lying on the ground, convulsing after a blow to his groin. He reached out and helped the man up, his face filled with remorse.
"I'm sorry... I might have misunderstood. Are you okay?"
Are you okay? Do you really need to ask if I'm okay?
Hearing Lyon's sincere concern, the old investigator, drenched in cold sweat, struggled to roll his eyes. His lips trembled, but he said nothing. Meanwhile, the female investigator rushed over, helped him up, and then glared at Lyon with indignation.
"Get away from him! I will definitely report today's incident to the headquarters!"
"..."
It seems I did misjudge the situation...
Lyon glanced at the old investigator, whose legs were shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't even stand steadily due to the pain. Lyon opened his mouth to speak, then bowed deeply to the man, filled with apology.
I'm sorry. I might have been a bit too rough with my kick. But honestly, your parting words just now sounded like something straight out of a villain's playbook. If I didn't test you, I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight.
And this time, although I misjudged the situation, you're not off the hook either. If you're not some big bad boss, why are you acting so tough?
"What's going on? What happened to him?"
The scream and the subsequent commotion were indeed quite loud. Not only did it disturb the off-duty cleaners, but even the Red-Haired Commissioner emerged from her office, curiosity getting the better of her.
"You came at the right time!"
Seeing the Red-Haired Commissioner, the female investigator couldn't help but snap.
"Your Virgin Bureau has gone too far this time! You actually kicked Senior Camus... there! Just you wait! When I get back, I'll definitely get an explanation for Senior Camus!"
Huh? Threatening me?
The Red-Haired Commissioner, who had intended to ask more questions, raised an eyebrow and then nonchalantly nodded.
"Alright, take your time. I won't see you out."
"You?! What are you waiting for? Leave. We have things to do, and we don't have time to waste with you."
The Red-Haired Commissioner turned her attention away from the two investigators and clapped her hands, drawing everyone's gaze. With a serious expression, she announced:
"Those who haven't been assigned a task, follow me to the second-floor conference room. We've got a big job ahead!"
...
"Headquarters just sent a message. The location of the Dream Realm has shifted, and the Abyss of Fallen Souls is about to overlap with reality."
The Red-Haired Commissioner took out several marked maps from the old investigator's belongings and pinned them one by one onto the intelligence board in the conference room. Standing beside the board, she spoke solemnly.
"In the overlapping reality, the connection between the body and soul will be infinitely weakened, and the abilities of Dream Realm creatures and related entities will be significantly enhanced."
According to the instructions from the Watchtower Palace, the Black Cult of Nightmares will hold a descent ceremony, attempting to aid the Nightmare King in invading reality and spreading nightmares throughout the kingdom. Our task is to stop this descent!"
Nightmare King?
Upon hearing this familiar name, Lyon paused slightly, glancing around at the surrounding area and the serious expressions on the faces of the senior cleaners. Then, he reached out and placed his hand on Emma's shoulder.
(End of Chapter)"Senior Emma, is the Nightmare King that's about to descend the same one that was once banished by the royal ancestors and cursed the royal bloodline?" Lyon asked through their soul connection.
"Mhm." Emma nodded slightly, aware of Lyon's lack of knowledge in these "common sense" matters. She held his hand and quickly explained, "The Nightmare King, also known as the Master of Nightmares, is one of the three dream gods worshipped by the Black Cult of Nightmares. It doesn't have a true physical form and has been residing in the Dream Realm in recent years. The Abyss of Fallen Souls is its dwelling in the Dream Realm."
"Compared to the stability of the material reality, the Dream Realm is more ethereal and mental, so its location isn't fixed. Similarly, the position of the Abyss of Fallen Souls can also change frequently." Emma continued, "To put it simply, just as the moon's proximity to the ocean can affect the tides, when the Abyss of Fallen Souls gets too close to reality, it can have an impact. At such times, the Black Cult of Nightmares and the Nightmare King will take action, attempting to invade and spread nightmares."
Spread nightmares? Lyon pondered for a moment and then asked, "If someone has a nightmare during such a time, would the consequences be severe?"
"Extremely severe!" Emma nodded, her expression turning solemn. "If someone has a nightmare during this time, it's equivalent to entering the Nightmare King's domain. For the rest of their life, they will fall into endless nightmares every time they sleep, providing power to the Nightmare King until their death.
Some souls with exceptional 'compatibility' with the Dream Realm might even be captured directly by the Nightmare King and personally brought into the Dream Realm. Once their physical body dies, they will completely transform into a dream creature, becoming its servant for eternity."
"The quality of our Purification Bureau's souls is generally higher than that of ordinary humans. If the Nightmare King targets us in a nightmare, the possibility of our souls being forcibly taken away is very high!"
"If the soul is taken away, won't only the shell be left behind?" Lyon couldn't help but ask.
"What about the Nightmare King's strength? How does it compare to the Goddess of Wealth?"
"It's not a matter of strength, but of existence." Emma shook her head. "The Nightmare King won't descend in physical form like the Goddess of Wealth. It only exists within the dreams of intelligent beings. When you see its true form, it often means you've already entered its domain.
You should know what it's like to enter the domain of a True Deity like the Goddess of Wealth. Without a power of the same level or even higher to resist, there's no chance of fighting back. So, no matter its strength, it's much more difficult to deal with than the Goddess of Wealth.
The Goddess of Wealth, with her physical form, can handle three or five at once, but if the Nightmare King successfully descends, it can endlessly traverse the nightmares of countless humans. Even if Olivia were to take the risk and enter the dream, she wouldn't be able to catch up with it."
Even the Commissioner can't handle this?
After listening to Senior Emma's explanation, Lyon couldn't help but frown slightly. He understood why the Virgin Bureau's purifiers had such grave expressions.
Although she was occasionally unreliable, the red-haired Commissioner's formidable strength had always been the Virgin Bureau's greatest confidence. Even if a mission failed and a True Deity accidentally descended, the Commissioner could still clean up the mess.
However, this time, the opponent was of a type that the Commissioner wasn't good at dealing with. If something went wrong and the Nightmare King successfully descended, everyone would have to rely on their own luck in the end.
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