A prince from a certain American comic book

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Chapter 038: First Kill in Crisis (Seeking Recommendations)

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The rain poured down as if a huge gap had been torn open in the sky, and endless rain was being poured down from the heavens by some unseen force.

Boom!

Lightning ripped through the night sky, instantly turning darkness into daylight.

Chris, who was studying in her room, looked up at her window the moment the lightning struck.

next second.

Chris, who exuded a hint of regal air, stood up from her seat and walked to the window. When she could see the person walking across the street, she opened the window and called out, "Hi, Ike."

Having just finished eating and resting at Claire's house, Ike, who was strolling in the rain, was holding a small yellow umbrella when he heard the shout. He looked across the street and waved to Chris at the window of a third-floor room.

Chris was completely stunned.

By the time she came to her senses, Ike was already out of her sight.

Just then.

Chris's mother's voice rang out, "Chris, it's Dean on the phone."

"Coming right away," Chris replied, then made one last effort before closing the window, trying to see where Ike, who seemed to blend into the darkness, had gone, but she couldn't find any trace of him.

After half an hour.

Boom!

Chris, who had just received Dean's call, rushed to the restaurant across from Elm Street, put away her umbrella, and went inside.

into the eye.

Chris spotted Dean sitting in one of the booths immediately.

"Hi, good evening, Chris."

Good evening, Nancy.

You can sit anywhere.

"No, actually I came to see Dean."

"Okay, he's right there."

"Thank you."

After greeting Nancy, who was working part-time there, Chris walked straight toward Dean's location.

Not long after.

When Chris saw Dean, Dean looked even worse.

After Chris sat down, she said, "God, your face looks like you haven't slept for days. You didn't look like this this afternoon."

Dean shook his head, concealing his other hand.

Chris still saw it.

next second.

Chris looked at Dean and asked, "Dean, what happened to you?"

Dean shook his head and said, "It's the same old problem, I can't sleep."

Chris sighed and said, "Listen to me, you should talk to a psychologist."

Dean waved his hand and said, "I looked for him. He felt that I was affected by things from the past. We started talking about my childhood, which originated from that time..."

"...What originated from that time?"

"Nightmare".

"Nightmare?" Chris asked, puzzled. "So, it's because of nightmares that you can't sleep?"

"I can fall asleep."

"..."

Dean looked up at Chris, who looked confused, and added, "I'm just too scared to sleep."

Chris immediately shook her head and began to act as a confidante: "Dean, listen to me, this is just a dream, not reality."

“These dreams…” Dean opened his hand, which had just been cut by the monster in his dream while he was dozing off, and said, “They’re real, just like this wound on my hand.”

Chris's gaze fell on Dean's hand, which looked as if it had been slashed with a knife.

Just as Chris was about to ask further questions...

Jesse and Quentin, who were also in the restaurant, walked over.

When Jesse saw Chris holding Dean's right hand, he felt as if a colored hat had suddenly appeared on his head.

What happened next was quite simple.

Chris, who was immediately suspected by her ex-boyfriend of being a bad girl, angrily grabbed her umbrella and pushed open the door to leave.

Chris looked at a corner across the street and paused slightly as she stepped out the door.

Ike, who was picking up Jerry the mouse because he was worried about it getting wet in the rain, looked up and saw Chris walking out of the restaurant across the street.

Not long after.

Chris, who was walking over with an umbrella, saw the beige Jerry mouse trying to burrow into Ike's arms and asked curiously, "Is this also your pet?"

Ike nodded and said, "Yes, the little guy just ran out by himself."

The Jerry mouse in my arms kept squeaking.

But a pity.

Only Ike can understand the meaning of Jerry's squeaks; no one else can.

Ike changed the subject, looking at Jesse and Quentin who were walking straight out of the restaurant and running in another direction, and asked, "Can you buy alcohol in this restaurant?"

Chris was taken aback and then reminded Ike, "Ike, we're not twenty-one yet, no store will provide us with alcohol."

Ike smiled.

Ok.

He'd forgotten all about that. You might be able to buy cigarettes if you're under 21, but when it comes to alcohol, either you have to look older than you are and have a fake ID, or you'd better wait until you're 21.

Just then.

A glint of ice flashed across Ike's eyes.

Ike frowned slightly and looked down at Jerry the mouse in his arms, which kept squeaking.

Can't see it?

A look of surprise flashed across Ike's face.

Just as Jerry reported that Chris had appeared at the restaurant, Ike immediately wondered where the timeline had progressed this time.

Originally, he was thinking that at the very least, he should set fire to Freddy and make him back down.

But to everyone's surprise, this time even Jerry the Mouse could only sense the demon's presence but couldn't pinpoint Freddy's location.

Just then.

"Dean, what are you doing?"

"Dean, stop."

The commotion coming from the restaurant caught the attention of Ike and Chris.

With a loud bang.

Ike and Chris ran into the restaurant and heard a very loud scream, as if they had seen something terrifying.

Ike and Chris looked up.

But not far away, in a booth, Dean was lying across his neck, holding a dinner knife.

Chris exclaimed in alarm, "Dean, what are you doing?"

Dean over there muttered something like, "You're not real, you're just a nightmare, get out of here," and other such nonsense.

Chris quickly said, "Dean, stop fooling around, put it down, you'll hurt yourself."

Dean remained silent, as if preparing to commit suicide, yet also as if he were wrestling with the hand holding the knife.

Standing behind him, Ike also frowned as he stared at Dean.

He could sense two different auras emanating from Dean. One was Dean's own, and the other was the aura of a demon from hell that Ike had dealt with before.

but……

Being able to sense something is one thing, but being able to see it is another.

Freddy Krueger should be considered a dream-eating demon among the white-eyed demons, and also one of the most difficult demons to destroy among the white and black demons.

Without him.

Freddy's demonic form exists in a dream world, somewhere between reality and illusion, giving the feeling of being there yet not being there.

all in all.

These kinds of demons and monsters are the hardest to eliminate.

Just then.

Dean moved.

ending.

It is clear!

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Chapter 039: Attending a Funeral (Seeking Recommendations)