Chapter 619: The Final Nightmare
Chapter 619: The Final Nightmare
So... we were already too late?
Everyone outside the city was stunned as they witnessed Lyon, dressed in the attire that rightfully belonged to the Nightmare King, walking out of the Snow Crystal City with a smile. The Scarecrow Nightmare, who had personally torn through the city, was utterly shocked and stammered incoherently, "You... I... What about them?"
"We were almost there!" exclaimed the Swamp King Serpent, its body covered in bite marks, as it emerged from the shattered dream.
"You damn fool! How dare you let him out?!" the serpent roared, its eyes spitting fire.
The Green Tide Monster, covered in wounds, followed suit, bursting out of the broken dream and crashing into the River of Nightmares. It then lamented, "It's over! We're completely done for!"
"Stop talking and act!"
The Sand Dune Golem, with its body half-dried out, emerged from the dream, accompanied by a fierce sandstorm. It blocked Nightmare Lyon's side, its eyes filled with apprehension, and shouted, "Stop him! He hasn't escaped yet; we still have a chance to..."
Before it could finish, a horde of bizarre black and gold beetles emerged from the golem's body, frantically devouring its still-moist half. The pain was so intense that the golem collapsed, performing a dramatic death roll.
If it weren't for a gust of cold wind carrying cheerful melodies, freezing the beetles that had crawled out, the Sand Dune Golem's massive body would have been devoured in no time.
"You guys better not make a mistake," Nightmare Lyon said, lowering his hand that had been pointing at the Sand Dune Golem. He blinked his eyes, which resembled the black and gold shells of the beetles, and spoke slowly.
"The reason I'm not running is not because I can't, but because there's no need to.
The moment I opened my eyes, I, Lyon Lyon, the dream realm destroyer born from the fears of the entire dream realm, became the strongest nightmare in the Soul-sink Abyss.
Even if I do nothing, the Nightmare that you have been temporarily in charge of will naturally flow towards me, towards the one nightmare that represents the ultimate fear in the hearts of all dream realm creatures!"
"..."
Dude, why are you still acting?
Seeing Nightmare Lyon standing proudly in the wind, head held high, arms spread wide, and assuming the pose of a "king of the world," the real Lyon felt an overwhelming sense of awkwardness. His toes were itching so badly that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself.
Watching someone else wearing his face and body, dressed in flashy attire, exuding over-the-top confidence, and spouting cringe-worthy badass lines was an extremely uncomfortable experience.
It was like when he was in elementary school, secretly writing his Unification World Plan in his homework notebook, only to have it exposed and publicly ridiculed, leaving him with a sense of shame.
...
Just as Lyon was feeling embarrassed, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself, the Scarecrow Nightmare, whose mind had been momentarily overwhelmed by the situation, finally snapped out of it.
Seeing Nightmare Lyon's all-too-familiar attire and the shiny Mirror Crown on his head, the Scarecrow Nightmare became enraged. It opened its mouth and demanded, "You bastard! Why are you wearing the Nightmare King's crown?"
"Hmm? You mean this?" Nightmare Lyon asked, touching the mirror crown on his head after hearing the Scarecrow Nightmare's words. He then looked up at the Scarecrow, whose fear was evident in its eyes, and replied with a smile.
"It is a bit strange. Why would the crown that should belong to the Nightmare King appear on my head? Hmm... What do you think is the reason?"
I think it's because... because...
Although he had a vague idea, the Scarecrow Nightmare was too afraid to consider the terrifying answer. Seeing Nightmare Lyon's face, filled with unrestrained laughter, the Scarecrow's heart shattered, and it roared, losing control of the giant Lyon and slamming it down with a punch.
"What have you done to the Lord of Nightmares! How could you do this!?"
However, strangely, the terrifying punch, formed from the fear of hundreds of thousands of nightmares, which was powerful enough to temporarily repel a True God, seemed to have no effect on Nightmare Leon.
The Scarecrow Nightmare's attack, which was so powerful that it could be heard from miles away, had not even reached Nightmare Leon's body when it suddenly began to dissipate on its own, turning into countless trails of black smoke with varying degrees of thickness. The smoke wailed as it desperately fled from Nightmare Leon's side, not daring to linger for even half a moment.
With each futile effort, the giant Leon, led by the Scarecrow Nightmare, began to change. It slowly inched closer to Nightmare Leon.
In the end, the giant Leon stopped attacking and stood quietly on the surface of the River of Nightmares, staring at Nightmare Leon. A strange smile, identical to Nightmare Leon's, appeared on its face.
Move! Move, damn you!
As the Scarecrow Nightmare watched its greatest support slip out of control, it trembled with fear. No matter how it tried to activate it, there was no response. Feeling the oppressive despair emanating from Nightmare Leon, the Scarecrow Nightmare's body began to shake uncontrollably.
At that moment, Nightmare Leon, who had been watching its resistance with a smile, suddenly spoke with a mischievous grin.
"Not bad, not bad at all. I appreciate your loyalty. Since you're so devoted, I'll tell you about the Lord of Nightmares."
His words implied that the Lord of Nightmares was still alive!
Upon hearing Nightmare Leon's words, the Scarecrow Nightmare trembled uncontrollably. Instinctively, it turned its gaze towards Nightmare Leon. In its eyes, a mixture of anticipation and terror, Nightmare Leon suddenly extended his tongue to lick his lips. Then, with a sudden pull at the corners of his mouth, he spoke softly with malice in his eyes.
"The Lord of Nightmares... its flavor is quite exquisite, and it satisfies me greatly."
What?!
As the Scarecrow Nightmare looked at Nightmare Leon, who was smiling with an unusually sinister expression, and the other seven silent Nightmare Messengers in the distance, its last line of defense in its heart was completely shattered. It fell to its knees with a thud.
The hundreds of thousands of nightmares that had formed the giant Leon by offering their own fears also knelt down at the same time, their eyes filled with terror as they looked up at the Nightmare that had descended into "reality," not daring to make a single move.
It was over.
Feeling the Nightmare flowing out from the hundreds of thousands of nightmares before him, Nightmare Leon couldn't help but reveal a delighted expression. He slowly walked towards the fallen Scarecrow Nightmare.
"Come."
Nightmare Leon extended his right hand towards the fallen Scarecrow Nightmare and smiled.
"Their Nightmares already belong to me. Now, hand over your Nightmare!"
"You'll never have it!"
The Scarecrow Nightmare, trembling, opened its palm and glared at Nightmare Leon with hatred.
"The Lord of Nightmares... even if you devour him and obtain all the Nightmares, you're still just a counterfeit! What people fear is not you, a Nightmare born from fear, but the true Destroyer!"
"Yes, I am indeed a counterfeit, a Nightmare born from the dream 'Leon's Destruction of the Dream Realm.'"
Nightmare Leon nodded in agreement and then smiled, asking,
"But what does it matter?
Even though I'm a counterfeit, the real Destroyer won't suddenly appear in the Dream Realm to fight me for the position of the Lord of Nightmares. So, what's the problem?"
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
