The Last Gentleman-Chapter 314: The Terrifying Zede

[Power Station – Dream Entry Room]

Deputy Director Kimberly Cabrella suddenly sat up from the liquid tank, leaning over the edge and vomiting violently.

What she vomited was all mechanical oil, mixed with a large number of broken octopus tentacles, some of which even resembled a woman’s body.

Although she was killed in the dream, to some extent, it was also because Kimberly sensed an inevitable defeat and actively cut off her own brain’s power supply while her brain was under a nightmare assault.

Kimberly’s brain modification rate was over 50%, which was fully capable of self-initiated dream ejection.

While she was vomiting, many employees who belonged to Kimberly and worked on the prosthetic parts wanted to come in to help.

Kimberly, enduring the discomfort, raised her hand to signal them to stay outside, after all, the nightmare material she vomited posed a risk of spreading. She also exchanged a glance with the Director, using the electrical currents passing between their eyes to communicate information briefly.

Kimberly would perform a self-inspection in the Dream Entry Room and also help check on the other team members’ conditions.

The metal structure of her body was quickly repaired with the support of the clothing, and she also found that the silver Main Brain in the central container had shriveled up, indicating Macaul’s death, indicating that her teammates were in a state of independent dreaming.

Just then, a commotion came from the liquid tank beside her.

The deputy captain of the Clearance Department, Romary Tahan, also disengaged from the dream, but her condition was very unusual.

Right upon waking, she fell into a state of full-body convulsions, blood began to ooze from her seven orifices, and her body twisted into an exaggerated posture, as if her whole body was penetrated and arbitrarily pulled by some lines.

The ‘torture’ Romary experienced in the dream seemed to be projected onto her physical body.

Kimberly Cabrella, decisively, placed her index finger on Romary’s temple, an electric shock penetrated the brain acting as a “forced shutdown,” while also releasing weak currents throughout Romary’s body, gradually relaxing her convulsed and tense muscles.

“What exactly did she go through…”

Considering the various strange incidents and the Main Brain’s death, Kimberly did not linger, immediately starting a careful inspection of the other teammates, ready to perform a forced awakening and interrupt the operation if necessary.

However, the situation was not as bad as she imagined.

The brainwaves of the “Prophet” and “Wrinkled Skin” were stable, all indicators were in good shape, especially Marko and Martin, some of their brain indicators were actually better than before they started dreaming.

When Kimberly reached the bathtub of the last member of the squad,

she extended her alloy arm to check the other’s brainwave status… but just as her palm reached into the green gel, not even touching Zede’s brain,

Swish!

A pale and strong arm suddenly lifted from the surface of the liquid, grabbing Kimberly’s mechanical arm.

“Zede, are you awake? No, still in the dream! Is this a stress response of the body?”

Kimberly tried to withdraw her hand but found she couldn’t move at all, her right arm seemed to be crushed by a mountain.

The next second~ crackle!

The sound of metal compressing came from the grasped arm. She, as the first person in prosthetic development to take pride in her prosthetic structure, was now impossibly being squeezed by a bare hand leaving five fingerprints.

And this compressive grip continued, even giving the impression that it might completely snap the arm.

“This!”

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Kimberly directly called upon the maximum energy within her body, and energy propulsors grew on her elbows, exerting the fullest strength to yank her hand away.

Pop!

The moment she pulled her hand away, inertia sent Kimberly flying more than ten meters, almost hitting the wall of the Dream Entry Room.

“Hogni Zede, to what extent has this guy’s body reached? Plus, his state seems odd, his nerves appear to be completely tense, is he still battling with the Circus members?”

…

[Nightmare Town – Park]

Catherine, lying on the bench, fell into a long state of shock;having lived in the Circus for many years, she knew every member, especially the core members, inside out.

When there were no performances at the Circus, everyone would still have private competitions.

The acrobatic troupe was the largest subsidiary organization under the Circus, and the boss had specifically devised rules to select three leaders with different styles for joint management.

Mozander, as the third leader, excelled in foot-based performances, with his specialty dish being “Orlean roasted chicken leg”. Although his overall strength ranked last among the three leaders, it was not low among the core members.

At least compared to Catherine, they were evenly matched, with the possibility of winning under different conditions and scenarios.

“The Circus is far from me, and the dream projection is weaker than the physical body, probably only 60%~70% of the strength. Plus, Mozander has always been arrogant, likely underestimating the opponent and getting caught off guard.

Furthermore,

the opponent was a team of two, especially the one who could invade my dreams, perhaps a carrier of the authentic pathogen from the Skin Market. He must have been continuously affecting Mozander during the fight through the skin as a medium.”

However, it has to be said that this guy named Zede is very strong… to be able to confront Mozander head-on at the physical level. Although the specifics of the fight were not clear, it’s still worth increasing his points a bit.”

Catherine’s knowledge of the battle situation on Central Street was limited to what nearby residents of Nightmare Town captured with the naked eye.

Due to the intense nature of the fight, any resident who got too close ended up affected and dead, resulting in most of the visuals ending abruptly or being unclear.

“I need to figure out a way to separate these two, otherwise it’s really troublesome dealing with them together… Before that, I need to recover to my normal state.”

Catherine, being an optimist, quickly freed herself from the shock and even planned to return to the Circus to mock Mozander properly.

Lying on the bench, she slowly reverted to her twin-tailed clown appearance, repairing her body while checking her current points.

“I’m so angry! William has completely enslaved that shorty Doctor, and his points are now higher than mine… Argh! This is so annoying.

Speaking of which, there are now only two scenes left to earn points from.

Maybe I should go to the Prophet first… and let William try his luck on Central Street, if he gets killed a few times, then his points will be the same as mine!”

Just as Catherine thought of this,

Whir!

The area of the Library where the Prophet was had a full quota alert signifying that William had already gone there.

“Ah, it seems he has also noticed the abnormal situation on Central Street.

Never mind! I might as well clean up this mess, who else but I, the nightmare itself?

Besides, that Prophet is definitely not easy to deal with. A person who could injure Uncle Jian, I haven’t seen many of those. William, don’t you die too miserably.”

Once Catherine fully recovered, she wrapped her whole body with nightmare tentacles.

After a surge of black mist spread and the tentacles retracted back into her body, she woke up directly between buildings on Central Street,

To be safe,

she disguised herself as an old lady knitting a sweater, peering through the window to survey the general situation of Central Street, especially the state of the Dream Church.

“Skin transplant so fast… it’s already covered ‘two-thirds’ of Central Street, what a nuisance!”

Wherever her gaze reached, the streets and buildings were covered with skin, with residents in these areas encapsulated in layers of skin pods, some of which were even fully hatched.

Transforming into slaves of the Skin Market, wrapped in skin-like bandages all over their bodies, leaving only their mouths for breathing.

When Catherine’s gaze moved to the ruins of the church, she only saw Spacy in the process of transplanting skin.

“Huh? Where did that guy who beat Mozander head-on go?”

While Catherine searched unsuccessfully on her own, she also received the visual signals from the remaining residents of Nightmare Town, to no avail.

Meanwhile,

In the dark corner of the room Catherine was in, something resembling a ‘corpse’ crawled out sticking to the ceiling.