Chapter 64 – Chapter 64: Fragment
At the end of the nuclear explosion that continued several times, the dreamer became a dreamer (past tense) and disappeared, and the case was settled.
No matter how strong the suppression force is, they cannot interrogate the two of us, the Constellations.
The case ended with two Constellations subduing one Constellation through the testimony of the incarnations.
Some of the suppression troops who went into a frenzy at night were making a shift schedule with bamboo statues, saying that they had to go on patrol in the morning,
The giant tree that does not wither has returned to its own space before I know it, and I also returned to my studio with 14 fragments of nightmares.
After fighting the same dreamer, killing him and opening the source, the knowledge of the dreamer has increased a little as if he had leveled up.
‘It must have been a fucking fight…’
If you organize this case with the knowledge that came into your head, it really ends with one word.
Fuck fight.
In a world where alien monsters fighting against the constellations run amok,
Even the guy whose roots were annihilated by just a few nuclear missiles was a novice constellation like me.
Just looking at the giant tree that didn’t wither right away, all other powers were sealed, but didn’t the guy’s barrier be shattered with just one tree root?
Come to think of it, it was so natural.
Like a burning tyrant, if you have a sci-fi worldview, will you just get hit by a nuclear missile?
Does it make sense that there is no defense against nuclear missiles while leading a squadron of battleships sailing through space and incinerating planets?
Maybe it’s a nuclear missile, and after being blocked by the anti-aircraft defense system, the radioactivity is also neatly removed.
Even a constellation in a fantasy world is the same.
Even if it’s just a constellation that uses magic right now, there seems to be a magic related to combustion control that makes the bomb detonate.
Even if a hundred-blade nuclear missile is dropped, it will not explode and will stick to the ground.
Or, well, you can teleport the missiles away like using Meteor.
What if it was a physical constellation holding a sword?
No wonder a missile dropped from a bomber could cut me down hundreds of times before it hit the ground.
Even with the highest level of incarnation, it is possible to stomp and crush a tank battalion with bare fists, but how much would a Constellation do?
Of course, if the difference is that much, I won’t be able to even scream what kind of nightmare I had.
As the sun rose, Han Ye-ji, relieved of her morning shift, was returning home with a happy expression.
After breakfast, Lee Ha-rin started studying magic again.
Kim Ha-eun, who woke up at the front door, was caught taking a shower due to muscle pain and was dragged to the gym by the director.
I couldn’t even eat, so it’s really beautiful to see you kindly handing me a chicken breast salad prepared in a lunch box.
Seeing such a situation, I fell into a small trouble.
‘Can I eat this?’
What I held in my hand was a fragment of a nightmare.
Just looking at the shape, it looked like a piece of purple glass, so it was awkward to put in my mouth.
As I was thinking about it like that, a branch of the World Tree secretly sprouted from behind my back, so I plucked it off.
I felt a little sorry for the few falling leaves, but I just wanted you to give me one.
When I asked where to use the nightmare fragment, I thought it was like an experience point potion.
It wasn’t even about solving other people’s nightmares and getting one out.
I wondered if it was one of the races in the fantasy world because even the burning tyrants were called dream residents, and the unfading giant tree treated the dreamers normally.
I understood why the demon of the dream demon had attached the demon demon.
‘It’s not a way to solve the nightmare, but a way to inflate it and burst it.’
I struggled to resolve the nightmares of my incarnation and to resolve the trauma, so I couldn’t get any fragments of the nightmares.
The dream demons are a race that inflates and explodes other people’s nightmares so that those nightmares are reflected in reality.
Just as vampires live by drinking human blood, dream demons live on the painful sensations of nightmares.
It is said that all the methods I have been thinking about so far have been the exact opposite.
‘Because a black mage wants to use white magic, no matter how much he trains, his level his won’t go up…!’
If this is the case, I should collect the pieces of the nightmare by catching the appropriate criminals and back alley thugs, not the incarnation.
It’s annoying to search for a scapegoat by directly searching the screen, but it would be more convenient to touch the criminals arrested by Han Ye-ji, right?
In this way, it seems that the direction of growth has been roughly determined.
It’s almost certain that my incarnations don’t head out of the continent to fight monsters anyway.
Increase incarnations arresting human criminals inland;
It is to collect the fragments of nightmares by inflicting mental pain on those criminals.
Avoid the creeping tree branches again
I bit into a piece of nightmare with my front teeth as if I was biting into a piece of chocolate.
If you hold it in your hand and throw it on the floor, it is a piece that is unbreakable and extremely hard like a piece of metal.
The moment it touches your front teeth, it shatters like a thin ice cube melted in iced americano and melts into your mouth.
A refreshing feeling that goes down the throat.
I felt like I had swallowed toothpaste in that refreshing mint scent.
Mint chocolate ice cream is okay, but 100% mint seems to be too much for me.
Sueu, when you inhale, the air feels cold and your mouth feels hot.
It feels like you accidentally swallowed your saliva while brushing your teeth before rinsing.
‘There’s no reason to save it though…?’
One piece, two pieces, let’s eat all fourteen fragments
I can see branches hanging down from the top of my head to my back, but I can’t help it.
That’s not a tree I grow, and right now I’m getting caught up in something weird because I’m a small rep.
Didn’t the burning tyrant get caught up in just going near the incarnation, and get sucked in even indirectly by coming into contact with the unforgettable barrier of something?
Like a goldfish in a fishbowl getting caught up in the current. No, if you are a goldfish, you can resist the current and swim.
It’s a bit unpleasant to be swept around like almost floating plankton.
My self-assessment has gone from a one-year-old baby to phytoplankton floating in the waves…
This kind of gloomy mind and bad mind might be because of the scent of mint that doesn’t disappear in your mouth.
At the same time, something suddenly came to mind.
Like walking outside the house and remembering that the fridge door wasn’t closed for no reason.
I feel the memories of the dreamer slowly digging into my head.
※
A daydream, a dream that you dream when the day is bright.
The dream demons are a race that deals with dreams, but can they not touch their dreams just because the sun is up?
“Constellation, you are here.”
Han Ye-ji, who slept soundly in the morning, woke up and went to work at the office
She was calm even though only half a day had passed since the big event.
In the morning, Joe went home crying after working continuously.
Afternoon and night shifts were all dozing on their desks when they were not on patrol.
No matter how healthy the incarnation is, it is in a state where physical abilities are limited.
Wandering around in the dark for hours is a huge psychological burden, so it can’t be helped.
“I’ll take the coffee.”
“Hey Hanyeji, just do that much talking in your sleep.”
Tuk, and Jung A-rin stabs Han Ye-ji in the side.
Even if you don’t know how to sleep, do you mean don’t talk in your sleep?
Saying what you’re talking about, Han Ye-ji turned her head to her side and looked in front of her again.
Of course, there is no image of me holding the coffee that Han Ye-ji saw.
“Uh, the Constellation Master brought coffee…”
“Are you not sleeping at home? I don’t think there will be any dispatch if we go on like this, but like him, he sleeps face down.”
“No, it’s true… “
After washing her face several times, Han Ye-ji lies down on the sofa.
Nightmares and summoning alter egos are visible to everyone, but daydreams are illusions that are only visible to a specific target.
When she sees Han Ye-ji, who became her experiment subject to her, listening to her nagging her after a long time, she feels a little sorry, but what can she do?
Lee Ha-rin is still studying with her head her in the magic circle.
Kim Ha-eun is screaming because she is caught in one more hell of the gym leader.
Eight, nine, nine, nine, nine, one more! I don’t know which country’s way of counting numbers.
After listening to her nagging her until the end, Han Ye-ji muttered a little and fell into a light sleep leaning on the sofa.
‘What kind of dream shall I see?’
Seeing that she is dreaming in her subconscious without her even using lucid dreaming, she sneaks up on her approach her.
The protector is gone, so now I have something to do.
Han Ye-ji, who is lying on the sofa, goes out to work even in her dreams her.
A similar thing happens in my dreams as if what happened from last night to this morning is quite lingering in my mind.
Well, it wasn’t about subduing an ordinary criminal, it was about meeting a fallen Constellation.
Come to think of it, why did he fall, and what was he trying to do?
The one who knows the truth has long since disappeared into my stomach,
They were captured and interrogated, so I had no way of knowing.
With that thought in mind, I was looking at Han Wisdom’s dream…
‘What is this again?’
I appeared in her dream of her as if my appearance of her last night was quite impressive.
Not his usual benevolent appearance his, but in a black bike suit.
‘Looking at it like this makes me feel very strange.’
It was not a lucid dream, and seeing Yeji Han’s subconscious delusion of me made me feel strange.
I show up in a black bike suit with a cigarette in her mouth.
She’s a bit ashamed and ashamed to watch her subdue criminals.
I, in my delusion, sucked deeply by putting a cigarette between my index and middle fingers.
Holding two daggers from the belt of the waist of his bike suit, he crisscrossed the streets of criminals.
I wanted to protest that I was not a twin swordsman, but Han Ye-ji fell into a deep sleep.
I’m a little sorry to wake you up, so I’ll just leave it alone.
In the end, her delusions of her were bloody, and I ran her sweat back through her damp hair of her,
It was hot and she unzipped her suit to reveal her breastbone her.
A stout man with a height of over 180 is like that. To me, he has a very masculine, macho vibe.
Han Ye-ji sees it as an erotic dream, like a sexy older sister.
I worked hard, but should I try wearing that tonight?
