A prince from a certain American comic book

sleep?

Is Maggi not going to give him any breathing room? Is he going to unleash his ultimate move right after enrolling?

Ike's mood suddenly soured.

You could have started a few days later, but why would there be a mysterious death case right after you enrolled?

This is a blatant attempt to bind Ekko to death.

After half an hour.

The school bus driver, dressed like a cowboy with a long beard, opened the door and said, "We've arrived at Elm Street, get off quickly."

Ike got up.

Chris, Jesse, and Quentin, who were sitting in the front, also stood up.

Quentin saw Ike, who seemed to have gotten out of the car and stood up as well, and nudged Jesse on the shoulder to signal him.

Jesse turned and glanced at Ike.

next second.

A feeling of inferiority suddenly arose within me.

Without him.

Ike's handsome appearance and charisma immediately gave Jack an urge to kneel down and worship him...

Chris also saw Ike.

After getting out of the car, Chris asked Ike with some curiosity, "Do you also live on Elm Street?"

Ike nodded and said, "Yes."

Chris smiled and said, "My name is Chris, and these are Jesse and Quentin."

"Ike." Ike then pointed curiously to the bus stop sign in front of them that read "Biying Street" and asked, "I only recently moved here. Shouldn't this be called Biying Street? Why is it also called Elm Street?"

Chris smiled and explained, "Biying Street is a name we changed ourselves; we didn't report it to the city hall."

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That's incredibly capricious.

They even renamed their own neighborhood without informing the city government, and raised funds to make a brand new house number.

If Ike had known this place was called Elm Street when he first arrived yesterday, he definitely would have tried to move there during his call with Ms. Carter, even if it meant moving to Washington.

What now?

"Meow." After smelling Ike's scent, Tom opened the door on his own and found Ike, who was chatting with Chris and the other two, only 500 meters away from his house.

When Chris saw Tom, she exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! What a beautiful and big cat!"

Ike smiled.

Talking Tom is indeed quite large, comparable to the husky Ike remembers raising in his previous life, which only knew how to destroy things all day long.

Ike patted Tom's raised head and said to Chris and the other two, "Goodbye, everyone."

Chris simply commented with admiration without touching it. After hearing Ike's words, she nodded and said, "Then let's take the bus to school together tomorrow."

Ike nodded, then waved goodbye to Chris and her two companions, and led Talking Tom, who was walking with authentic cat steps, towards home.

With a loud bang.

After closing the door, Ike looked at Talking Tom, who had already entered the room, and asked, "Where's Jerry?"

"Meow." Talking Tom meowed as he looked towards the basement.

Ike opened the door to the basement.

Then, a knocking or tapping sound entered my ears.

As Ike walked down the stairs, he saw Jerry the mouse, who had already carved out a corner in the basement, busily setting up his room.

what?

Has Talking Tom been set up?

A woolen mat is enough.

next second.

After clapping his hands to attract Jerry the mouse and Talking Tom the cat's attention, Ike sighed and said to the cat and mouse, "Guys, we're in trouble."

"Squeak?" Jerry the mouse, holding a miniature hammer.

"Meow?" Tom the cat was squatting over there washing one of his paws.

In the living room.

Ike sat on the sofa, while a cat and a mouse squatted on the glass table in front of the sofa, their meows and squeaking intermittently.

Listening to the cat and mouse's discussion and their suggestion to apologize and admit fault at the slightest disagreement, Ike suddenly felt a headache coming on and reached out to stop them.

Ike wiped his face and perked up, saying, "No, I'll say it again, I will never go back until I get the seven... gems. So, I'll say it one last time, anyone who suggests breaking the road, apologizing, or admitting their mistakes will have the water twisted back and turned into an ice sculpture."

The cat and mouse immediately fell silent.

Seeing this, Ike immediately lay down on the sofa, thank goodness, he could finally have some peace and quiet.

But the image of the bloodthirsty madman Freddy still lingered in his mind.

Lingering.

Ike thought he should be immune to Freddy's dream-killing ability, but he had never encountered this thing before.

What if I can't get immunity?

This thought is on my mind.

After cursing under his breath, Ike got up and looked at the cat and mouse crouching on the coffee table.

quite a while.

Ike said to Jerry the mouse, "Jerry, go to the restaurant across the street from Elm Street and keep an eye on things for me."

Jerry Mouse: "Squeak!"

Ike said irritably, "Go quickly, there are two more bedrooms on the third floor, one for you and one for Tom. You are an extraordinary mouse, not an ordinary mouse. An extraordinary mouse should know what self-respect and self-love are."

Jerry the mouse: "Squeak."

After Jerry left, Ike rubbed his temples and said to Talking Tom, "Go, it's time to get our studio up and running."

Talking Tom: "Meow."

After assigning tasks, Jerry left home, and Talking Tom went into the basement, Ike lay back down on the sofa, stroking his chin and lost in thought.

The most important thing now is to find out Frandi's timeline, and Ike also needs to come up with a way to eliminate Frandi.

If Ike still had the Reaper's testicles, he wouldn't be afraid of anything, not even if Franky, Jason, or Kayako all came at him together.

Pity.

The Scythe Demon has already retrieved his testicles, and given that he was humiliated once before, if the Scythe Demon is summoned again this time, it's possible that the Scythe Demon will directly join forces with the demons that Ike just mentioned to attack Ike.

Let's wait and see.

Ike thought to himself, after all, he had already offended them, and if he wanted to do it again, he should at least give the Scythe Demon some time to process his anger.

If we remove the ability to summon the Scythe Demon, what other trump cards does Freddy have to stand up to him?

How about we get an exorcist to come over?

Ike's mind was racing.

Professionals should handle professional matters, and in this world, exorcists with a reputation generally possess genuine skills.

The idea only flashed through Ike's mind before he abandoned it.

Without him.

Although Ike is the kind of person who only cares about the result and not the process, would it be right for him to invite exorcists to line up and deliver Freddy's head to his death?

Ekko wouldn't stoop to that level of shamelessness.

What to do?

Dealing with demons is the most troublesome thing. Ike's innate skill, which he calls the skill of going back in time to kill them, is probably useless.

the reason is simple.

Although Ike had never used it, he could clearly sense that if he wanted to use this skill, he would have to reverse the flow of time by fifteen years, which would be impossible for him to reach in the distant past.

After all, Ekko from fifteen years ago didn't exist, and in a timeline where Ekko didn't exist, he definitely couldn't go there.

Besides, what difference would it make if we went back to the past?

Killing Freddy again wouldn't change the final outcome; the guy would still return as a vengeful ghost capable of killing in dreams. And it's quite possible that if Ike did that, the people on Elm Street might be fine, but he would be completely targeted by Freddy.

Ike had no intention of sending people to their deaths, but he also had no intention of sacrificing himself for others; that was something only a saint could do.

Ike is a king. Throughout history, have there been kings with saintly qualities? The answer is yes, but they are few and far between.

Ike felt he should go for the cunning and ruthless type.

The Virgin Mary was estranged from him.

However, Ike and Elsa's sister Anna has always been well protected. After all, as long as Elsa urges Ike to become a great king, Anna, as the king's sister, will live a carefree life.

quite a while.

The phone rang.

It was Claire calling, reminding Ike not to forget to have dinner at her place when he got to the restaurant.

After hanging up the phone, Ike stroked his chin.

Just then.

With a loud bang.