Chapter 229: The Third Layer of Dreams, The Boiler Room
After Freddy disappeared, William instantly felt his mind relax.
It was as if the accumulated dark clouds overhead had dissipated.
At the same time.
Seeing the fate of the "Savior's" death, the "Town Residents" hiding behind also reached the peak of their fear.
William imitated Freddy's previous action, reaching out to grab the air.
With a gentle pull.
The timeline of this dream scene advanced by several months.
"Although the Savior died, before leaving, he also drove away the Church, and the town returned to peace again..."
William nodded inwardly.
"This kind of dream development should be able to keep these souls settled for a while."
He came to the side of Betty, Gail, and the others.
The traps Freddy left previously had disappeared, but everyone didn't seem to realize they were safe yet.
"Do you guys plan to maintain this beaten-up appearance to leave here?" William said calmly.
These elites representing various forces were covered in wounds at this moment, looking quite disheveled.
Especially Gail.
Because of being tied to the detection equipment, her clothes were already torn in many places, completely revealing her hot figure.
"Uh... that guy... is he dead?"
She was the first to react, imagining her original appearance, and the clothes on her body were quickly restored.
The others also quickly followed suit.
"In this layer of the dream, he should be dead." William looked at Gail and said.
Then he explained Freddy's dream methods to everyone.
Of course, the part about himself gaining higher-dimensional authority was not mentioned.
He just said that after purifying the Freddy in this layer, his ability to create dreams had strengthened somewhat.
After all, that murderer still had a main body existing; it was always right to be careful.
After listening to William's analysis, everyone was incredibly surprised inside.
"So you were probing this demon back then."
Henry recalled the previous "Church Scene," where William had verbally mocked Freddy.
He originally thought this was simply wanting to anger the opponent; after all, anger would make one reveal flaws.
But this guy had actually discovered Freddy's anomaly at that time.
"Why couldn't my brain think of it!" Henry roared inwardly!
Pence aside didn't speak, but his eyes were full of worship.
This look made Henry even more annoyed.
So this poor apprentice knight let out a miserable scream, covering his aching head.
"Perhaps the witches a thousand years ago should have done what you did." Winona pouted.
She recalled the dark history of witches, realizing that only resistance could win them a foothold.
"Perhaps the philosophy of the Rosicrucian Order is correct...?" The belief in her heart wavered.
At this time, Lombane walked over, placing his hand on his chest and bowing slightly, expressing his gratitude to this priest with a wizard's etiquette.
"Father William, your fearlessness in the face of danger makes me admire you."
"Your actions prove once again that only by uniting can we overcome the difficulties of evil's descent together."
It seemed this veteran wizard hadn't given up the idea of letting all parties cooperate.
But someone quickly interrupted him.
"Hmph, since when did it become 'jointly coping'?" Wilton looked disdainful.
"It was clearly the Church that saved you from that monster; who you should thank is the merciful and bright Lord."
Betty opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing.
She just looked into William's eyes, then bent her knees slightly, expressing her inner gratitude.
"Father Wilton, your statement isn't right either."
Gail stepped forward again.
"It was clearly Father William who saved us; what does it have to do with the Church?"
Wilton sneered: "Is William not from the Church? Did he not use the Church's holy artifacts?"
"Hey, this is really interesting. I remember not long ago someone was still clamoring to report Father William to the Vatican." Henry said pointedly.
Wilton instantly grew anxious upon hearing this.
"This is!"
He held it in for a long time before continuing: "This was cooperation! Otherwise, how would that monster believe William's rhetoric!"
Winona made a weirdly toned "Oh~": "I remember 'Lies' are strictly forbidden in the Church."
"It seems your Church's commandments aren't strict; otherwise, so many illegitimate children wouldn't have popped up."
Wilton looked angry: "You!"
But he couldn't refute; the Church had always been criticized by various forces because of the stain of "Illegitimate Children."
Betty could only lower her head.
"Winona! Watch your language." Lombane scolded.
Then he looked at the three from the Church: "I apologize to you on her behalf."
Winona could only snort coldly and turn her head.
Seeing the scene was about to fall into argument again, William had to step forward.
"Everyone, Freddy hasn't been completely purified yet, and the trapped souls haven't been saved yet. Let's focus on what's right in front of us."
"Father William is right." Gail chimed in, "We have to go to deeper layers of the dream."
Having learned of Mark's whereabouts, she had to go there to save her companion.
But someone present disagreed.
"Our target this time is right here." Henry pointed to the town houses. "Going to the third layer of the dream is meaningless."
"If you want to save your 'little lover', that's your business."
Lombane agreed with this knight's thought in his heart.
But due to his position, he still spoke: "Just now Father William didn't abandon us, we can't abandon Mr. Mark either."
"How about we split into two groups?" Betty also proposed her suggestion.
Seeing everyone failing to reach an agreement, Gail had to look at William.
"I really want to agree with Nun Betty's idea, but..."
William shrugged.
"As long as Freddy's main body still exists, the power enveloping the real world won't disappear, and these trapped people won't be able to wake up either."
Hearing this, everyone could only choose to enter the third layer of the dream together.
And relying on the privilege of "Authority," William also informed them of the way to get there—intense stimulation.
For example, the flooding Freddy implemented earlier, making William and the others fall into an environment of suffocation.
And similar to this were explosions, falling from a high place, etc.
"This is completely opposite to that work."
This was William's first thought after knowing this rule.
"...There doesn't seem to be conditions around here to create intense stimulation." Gail frowned in thought.
Henry also sized up the town; most of the houses here were single-family designs.
With such a height, he could even lean back and free-fall from above safely.
Seeing everyone's conflicted looks, William smiled slightly: "I can create such a scene."
He waved his hand as he spoke.
In the next moment, what was in front of everyone turned into a cliff.
And there seemed to be some liquid below.
At the moment everyone peeked over, a stench rushed into everyone's nasal cavities.
"Father William! What are you doing!"
"Oh! God, is this a sewage dump!"
"Jumping from here, you can feel both weightlessness and intense stimulation; it will definitely make you enter the next layer of the dream." William rubbed his nose and said.
But what he didn't expect was that all parties reached an astonishing consensus on this matter.
"Absolutely! Impossible!"
So William was forced to eliminate the unknown liquid below the cliff.
The Third Layer of the Dream, The Boiler Room.
William opened his eyes suddenly.
He sized up the surroundings; low ceilings, metal pipes corroded by rust, and white steam rolling in the air. This place was exactly the same as the scene in his memory.
Gail, Henry, and the others also woke up at the same time.
The environment of the boiler room was cramped and damp; just being here could make people feel a wave of oppression.
Therefore, everyone took out their weapons in unison, vigilantly keeping an eye on the surroundings with serious faces.
"Ah!"
At this time, a scream suddenly came from afar.
"Mark!" Gail instantly recognized it.
She looked in the direction the sound came from; the passages there were complex and interwoven, extending into endless darkness.
Gail gulped.
Being in this kind of terrain, an attack could be hidden in every corner, so she felt tremendous pressure.
The others also made similar judgments.
But William had a calm face. At this time, from his perspective, this boiler room had almost no secrets.
And the figures of Freddy and Mark were also clearly displayed before his eyes.
In other words, coming here for William was like coming home.
He walked towards the passage in the dark, and seeing this, Gail, Betty, and the others could only follow.
On the other side of the boiler room.
Mark ran in the passage.
His eyes were full of fear, looking back from time to time.
At this moment, he was covered in wounds, and fresh blood stained his clothes.
From the moment he woke up, he had been in this boiler room.
He didn't remember why he was here, or even who he was.
But there was always a voice in Mark's heart—Cannot be caught.
For this reason, he constantly dodged the pursuit.
Even though he didn't know who was hunting him down at all.
After resting for a moment at a metal pipe, Mark forcefully propped up his body again.
He was already very exhausted but didn't dare to stop his footsteps.
Before long, a low, sinister laugh rang out in the pitch-black passage.
"You can run, but you have nowhere to hide."
Metal sharp blades scratched against the pipe, bringing up specks of sparks.
Freddy walked unhurriedly in the passage.
He raised his nose, savoring the dark blue aura drifting in the air.
For him, this was the most delicious "Fear."
But right now these auras had become very thin.
Obviously, the mental state of the human in front had reached its limit; it wouldn't be long before he suffered a breakdown.
By that time, this person would no longer have any value in living.
Freddy adjusted his felt hat.
He sensed that there seemed to be some accident in the upper dream layers, but due to the barrier between powers, he didn't know exactly what happened there.
However, the himself in the second layer possessed almost 80% of the main body's power.
Even if encountering one or two humans who could resist, they couldn't make any waves.
Therefore, Freddy planned to finish off the human in front of him as soon as possible, and then enter the second layer to investigate.
Suddenly, he stopped his footsteps.
He saw a figure standing on the other side of the passage.
Freddy frowned.
This was not the prey he was "Playing with," and he had no impression of that person.
With doubt and curiosity, Freddy slowly approached.
But the next moment his eyes widened.
There "Stood" a body bag, and the figure inside was exactly Freddy himself.
Old and thin, with tattered clothes, and even the sharp-bladed glove had three blades broken off.
"Who are you!"
Freddy's face was stern; someone actually dared to use his tricks against him.
He immediately rushed forward, reaching for that figure with his sharp blades.
In the next moment.
The scene before his eyes suddenly switched.
Hathaway Psychiatric Hospital.
Bang!
With the sound of a heavy door closing, a holy nun was left behind amidst criminals and psychiatric patients.
Just as the former was about to be attacked, that closed door opened again, and the light of hope shone on the nun.
"Get away, you bunch of dirty guys!"
A gunshot rang out in the air.
"Nun Amanda, are you okay."
"I... I'm fine, luckily you came."
Aside, seeing the scene before him, Freddy's emotions suddenly became agitated.
"A sickening 'Happy' ending; get out of my territory!"
He swung his sharp blades and pounced into the crowd, tearing open the bodies of the prisoners, guards, and nun.
Scarlet red quickly dyed the psychiatric hospital wet.
Springwood Orphanage.
"Freddy, I saw you stayed in your room alone yesterday and didn't come out for dinner. Here, I brought you some food."
Freddy looked at the woman with a peaceful smile in front of him, and the bread in her hand.
In the next moment, he chopped off the woman's head.
"Hmph, trying to trap me with a dream, what a stupid guy." He sneered.
Springwood, a certain summer.
"Morning News. In a local orphanage, a boy named Freddy Krueger rescued an endangered animal..."
"...The Animal Health Center is dispatching experts, and the boy's actions have been commended by the authorities..."
Freddy tore up the newspaper.
"Only killing and dismemberment can make me feel pleasure."
Springwood, Christmas.
"A fire broke out in the local boiler room, with about twelve children trapped inside, but they were rescued by a mysterious person..."
"...After putting out the fire, firefighters only found a charred corpse. Identification work is ongoing. The police call on everyone to provide clues; such a hero should be remembered..."
"...The authorities regretfully announce that due to extreme difficulties in gathering evidence, they ultimately failed to identify the rescuer and can only erect a monument for him as an unknown hero..."
Freddy sneered: "Saving people? Hmph, trying to make me lose myself with just this kind of dream?"
He tore the scene before him with his sharp blades, and the surroundings turned pitch black.
"You'd better escape before I find you, otherwise, I will let you savor a true nightmare." He licked the sharp blades.
But in the next second, a few words suddenly surfaced in the pitch-black air—You have been forgotten.
Freddy frowned.
The text continued to change: Whether it's the psychiatric hospital, the orphanage, or the boiler room, your existence is no longer important.
Immediately after, the surrounding scene returned to the psychiatric hospital.
This time, Freddy actually found he could no longer destroy the dream scene.
And the text didn't stop: From now on, everything you see is real.
"Impossible! Impossible!" Freddy roared.
He charged at the guards and criminals again, but this time the sharp blades were like air, not causing them any harm.
Freddy stood blankly on the spot.
He checked his power, but found he could no longer sense the boiler room.
But then a more terrifying thing happened.
Enough to make this dream murderer feel a shudder—time did not jump.
After Nun Amanda was rescued, the doors of the psychiatric hospital closed again.
Immediately after, time passed minute by minute, second by second.
Felons reminisced about the residual memories of the nun in their minds, psychiatric patients studied the pebbles on the ground, and guards outside handed over their shifts normally...
Freddy was surprised to find that this place had actually become a "Real" world.
Inside the Boiler Room.
Freddy stood quietly in the passage.
At this time, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was twitching constantly, seeming to be experiencing tremendous torment.
Henry reached out and poked the former's shoulder: "Will he... wake up midway?"
"If you don't disturb him, he shouldn't." William said.
Hearing this, Henry's hand instantly froze in the air.
Then he sheepishly withdrew his hand.
"Father William, what exactly happened to him?" Gail helped Mark and asked.
The latter had regained consciousness with William's help.
But Mark hadn't yet learned to use "Dream Creation," so his body still maintained a weak state.
Although viewing William as a potential competitor.
Hearing Gail's words, he also had a curious look.
William smiled slightly.
"Freddy is experiencing a 'Real' dream."
"In this dream, time is the only existence accompanying him."
"And he will also gradually accept the 'Fact' that he has been forgotten in his long and dull life."
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