The Last Gentleman-Chapter 268: Nightmare Memories

Yi Chen’s gaze swiftly swept over the school, including the principal, making a total of six people.

They represented Zion’s special community and were also the ones responsible for establishing the survival rules of the associated cities, gentlemen who were granted the title of “Prophet”.

It was thanks to the effective rules they established in various regions that civilians who couldn’t become gentlemen could barely survive in such a world, significantly reducing the rate of Pathological infections and barely maintaining the diversity of human territories on the Fourth Continent.

1. An ordinary old man holding a sapphire staff and wrapped in a brown trench coat was sitting on a bench at the entrance. When he saw Yi Chen come in, he even showed a kind smile.

But as he smiled, it seemed there were small ears of different styles tucked into the creases of his wrinkles. These ears appeared to be able to hear more sounds, thus analyzing Yi Chen’s physical condition.

2. A mysterious person in a white suit and white bowler hat, wearing a white faceless mask, leaned against the last row of benches.

Only when Yi Chen looked at him did he realize that the person actually had his back to him, with the mask worn on the back of his head.

The feeling of being watched from the back of the head made Yi Chen uncomfortable, but Vision was quite thrilled as if it had seen some novel species.

3. On the third row of benches on the left, an inner seat was taken by a middle-aged woman with plain clothes and gold-rimmed glasses, with a touch of gray at her temples, immersed in reading a story magazine.

Strangely enough, although her gaze was on the book, there was always a sensation of being intently stared at.

4. A Black man suspended cross-legged in the air on the Second Floor, with six arms growing from his body, symmetrically spread out like a flower. His suit was also perfectly matched with six sleeves for the arms, and his tie was covered with flower prints.

Each palm had an eye, and the fingers were in different symbolic poses.

This kind of figure was nearly driving Vision crazy with desire.

5. This Prophet caught Yi Chen’s attention for a longer time, his entire body bound with bandages, with only his head exposed, also wearing mechanical, fully enclosed goggles and a breathing plug.

The wheelchair used for moving still had a restraint device, shackling his arms and legs.

Pushed by a precisely engineered Mechanical Maid.

6. Daislin Baldivia, the principal stood at the lectern as the central figure waiting for Yi Chen’s arrival.

Yi Chen was certain that to become a Prophet, one must have special accomplishments in “Sensing”, and naturally their sensory abilities were extraordinary.

“Vision, be respectful and stop constantly bringing up grapes. If you offend any of the Prophets, we could be targeted.”

What’s there to be afraid of! They’re allowed to stare at us, but we can’t look back at them… With your skill to overpower opponents, William, facing them one-on-one wouldn’t be too hard, heh heh! If they really do attack, then just counter them, but remember to leave the grapes for me.”

Yi Chen temporarily cut off communication with Vision and walked along the red carpet in the center of the school towards the principal.

Principal Daislin did not immediately delve into the main topic, but rather scrutinized the light-weight arm armor structure that had been custom-made for Yi Chen.

“I didn’t expect the Bessalius Family to have such craftsmanship. It fits your style perfectly. How about it? Have you tried it in actual combat?”

“I rushed over as soon as it was completed, I haven’t had the chance to use it yet.”

“You should be practicing individually with Zede later on. I’ll come and watch your battle memories then. Let’s get to the next topic. First, let me introduce you to the Prophets present.

I’ll introduce them in the order you observed when you entered.

[The Listener – Enio Bargas]

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[United Two-Faces – Marko and Martin]

[Reader – Missy Hartfield]

[Six-Wheeled Divine Eye – Ojinka Sabah]

[The Sealed Yuri]

Including myself, we are all the Prophets currently in Zion. As we each manage our respective areas, our authorities and work content differ, and it’s rare for us to gather together.

However, the danger assessment of the nightmare invasion has surpassed any danger encountered since the founding of the organization. We plan to use your nightmare experience to try to obtain more information about the nightmares, and if possible, lock onto the source of the nightmares and attempt to eradicate it.

Are you willing to cooperate?”

“I will fully cooperate, but I have one condition, which is that aside from the nightmare memories, my other memories are not to be touched.”

“I will handle the memory presentation;they are just responsible for observation and foreknowledge. They won’t touch any other layers of your memory except for the nightmare memory,”

“Okay.”

In fact, Yi Chen and the principal had already agreed on the matter of memories, and it was merely a formality to mention it now. Last night, the principal had assured him that exploring the nightmare would not affect Yi Chen’s personal state.

Like the way Principal Daislin once peered into Yi Chen’s memories,

a finger slid to his brow and gently flicked!

Pop!

Particles of starlight that composed neurons burst out from the back of his head, yet they appeared fragmented and sparse, unable to form a complete picture;Daislin had never seen such a situation before.

She then flicked ten more times, such that Yi Chen’s forehead turned somewhat red and swollen.

The starlit memory nuclei combined slowly to form an image, but some areas remained blurred or even missing, like an old filmstrip covered with mosaics, making it difficult to play.

“Let me help…”

The black Prophet suspended on the second floor shot different beams of light from the palms of his six hands to clarify the image.

Additionally, Reader – Missy Hartfield closed her book, came to where the starlight was scattered, deconstructed some of the messy and blurred starlight into text, and then redisplayed it.

With the cooperation of the two, a smooth and clear video image emerged.

As the silent nightmare footage played, the listener seated at the doorway fully opened his “Ear,” hidden among the wrinkles.

Capturing non-existent sounds, he then transformed his staff into a flute adorned with blue crystals and began to produce music for the footage, perfectly restoring the memory scene.

“Truly worthy of being a Prophet…”

Yi Chen marveled at the skills of those present;he himself became an audience member, sitting on a nearby bench to seriously enjoy the memory playback that floated in the air of the academy.

Thanks to several days of quality sleep, Yi Chen was no longer as sensitive to these memories, and his PTSD was essentially eliminated.

If there was anything incorrect in the memory playback, Yi Chen, the main experiencer, could also make some corrections.

As everyone watched the nightmare memory, especially when they saw the nested second cycle, they all looked troubled (except for the sealed ones).

The old lady who liked to read books murmured softly, “Hmm? Layers of dreams… If one doesn’t realize it at the first moment, it will become more and more entangled. Once it reaches the third layer or even deeper, it’s impossible to break free.

If we let the nightmare spread throughout Zion, probably 95% of gentlemen would die.”

Then,

when Yi Chen demonstrated the escape techniques he used within the nightmare, many Prophets present immediately cast astonished looks.

It represented the Suffering Monastery’s iron chains, and they were even the special spiked kind,

It represented the newborn forest’s umbilical cord, which seemed to be a Relic,

and ultimately, Yi Chen even revealed a terrifying ‘Dead Man Makeup’. The Readers skilled in visual observation and the six-eyed, upon examining this appearance, even had a drop of cold sweat spill from their backs.

Such decisiveness and display of ability were simply not like a gentleman who had just broken through,

even Yi Chen was still a few months away from graduating from the academy, and he was still labeled as a student.

Just as everyone was astonished by Yi Chen’s escape techniques, a completely different sense of anomaly spread throughout the academy.

The nightmare memory that should have ended with the appearance of the Dead Man Makeup persisted without dissipating.

The star formation images floating in the air continued to play, and the camera slowly focused on the ‘Yi Chen’ who was in a hanging state, with only half of his body remaining.

All of a sudden,

‘Yi Chen’ suddenly turned his face, staring at everyone present with completely rolled-up white eyes and a gaping mouth.

Ink-like tendrils, resembling octopus tentacles, spilled from his mouth, even tainting the surrounding star formations with the color of ink, spreading in solid form into the academy area.