A prince from a certain American comic book

Chapter 041: This is my dream (recommendation requested)

It's late at night.

It was quiet.

"Ah..." Ike, who was preparing things in the living room, glanced at the clock on the wall and yawned, saying to the cat and mouse, "It's time to sleep, come on."

The words fell.

Jerry the mouse and Talking Tom the cat moved.

Jerry the mouse, carrying a lightweight yet highly defensive custom-made helmet resembling that of a medieval knight, huffed and puffed as he put it on Ike.

Talking Tom also stood up to help Ike put on a lightweight defensive suit that looked like armor.

quite a while.

"Bang bang."

Ike grabbed the fruit knife and brought it down on himself, the fruit knife colliding with his silver armor and sparking a burst of fire.

Not bad.

Perfect, brofit.

Ike gave Jerry and Tom, who had spent the afternoon making the protective suit, a look of satisfaction that said, "I am very pleased."

Jerry the mouse: "Squeak squeak".

Ike waved his hand and said, "What do you know? Even if a great king is absolutely certain that he will not be harmed, he would never rashly put himself in danger."

Jerry the mouse, with its large, protruding ears, tilted its head and looked at Ike with great confusion.

At last.

Jerry gave up on asking further questions, knowing it would be pointless. In any case, if what he said now conflicted with what Ike had said before, then Ike's current statement would prevail.

Ike glanced at Jerry the mouse, whose eyes were darting around, chuckled twice, and then said calmly, "Slandering the king is a serious crime."

Jerry Mouse was stunned for a moment, then immediately bowed down to Ekna.

Seeing this, Ike nodded again with great satisfaction and then walked towards the stairs leading to the bedroom on the third floor.

come on.

Freddy, my blood is boiling! Let's settle this once and for all!

With this thought in mind, Ike lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to let himself fall asleep, as he was already feeling a little sleepy.

Don't know how long.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Ike was awakened by a series of orderly and loud noises. When Ike opened his eyes, he found himself in a dilapidated factory.

Noisy!

Ike looked up and saw sparks flying from the dark passageway in the distance, accompanied by the scraping of metal against the walls.

Ike's lips curled up slightly.

This once again confirmed one of his conjectures: Freddy could not change the targets he wanted to kill at will.

He needs to leave a mark before he can leave a mark on the next person after killing the marked person, and so on.

At today's funeral, Freddy was supposed to leave a mark on Chris, but he was interrupted by Ike at the last moment. So, not knowing Ike's abilities, Freddy simply threw the mark to Ike.

……and many more.

Am I being unfairly targeted?

Ike blinked and suddenly thought of this question.

Just then.

thump.

thump.

thump.

The footsteps in the distant, silent, and dimly lit passage grew clearer, and soon a demon emerged from the darkness.

Wearing a dark brown top hat and a red and green striped sweater, Freddy Krueger, with a sharp metal claw in his right hand, extremely malnourished and emaciated, covered in burn scars, appeared before Ike. He had initially intended to be an elegant killer but had ended up as a terrifying figure.

"Haha."

"..."

When Ike saw Freddy appear, he immediately laughed, and that laugh instantly destroyed the terrifying atmosphere that Freddy had deliberately created.

Freddy narrowed his burnt eyes as he looked at Ike, who was getting up from the steps.

Ike smiled and teased Freddy, who was dressed like this, "Is the food in Hell not very good? Why are all the other demons full of energy, but you look so... how should I describe it? Like a beggar?"

Dangerous sparks flew from Freddy's charred eyes.

Ike shook his head and sighed, "How about I recommend a great demon to you? You'll starve to death sooner or later if you keep going like this."

Freddy looked at Ike, his dangerous aura growing even stronger.

next second.

Ding!

Ike dodged to the side, shook his head at Freddy who had somehow grabbed him from behind, and said nonchalantly, "Look at you, what happened to the Western cowboy dueling spirit? A sneak attack is a bit much."

As Ike spoke, the smile on his face vanished instantly. He flashed behind Freddy and kicked him in the back.

Bang.

Freddy crashed directly into the bottles and jars laid out on the factory floor.

Freddy stared in surprise at Ike, who was adjusting his ever-changing outfits, and finally spoke in a voice that sounded like it had been burned: "You..."

Freddy was interrupted by Ike as soon as he finished speaking.

As Ike changed the style of his clothes, he smiled and looked at Freddy lying on the ground, saying, "This is my dream. You actually think it's your dream?"

next second.

Ike looked up and said, "I want the sky to be filled with clouds like cotton candy."

boom!

The factory seemed to melt away in an instant, and the sky was filled with cotton candy-like clouds.

Ike added, "I want flowers to bloom and horses to run on the grass."

Bang!

In an instant, the light and shadow changed, and Ike, who was originally in the factory, appeared on a vast grassland, where countless horses were leisurely strolling, grazing, or playing.

Freddy, who had fallen not far away, even spotted a rainbow unicorn with a single horn on its head and a seven-colored body among a group of horses.

Ike looked at Freddy with a smile and said, "How about it? Surprised? Unexpected?"

Freddy snapped out of his daze and looked at Ike.

next second.

Clang!

Freddy's sharp claws flashed with a cold light.

Ike laughed and said, "That's more like it. It's not easy to have such an interesting dream. I hope I can keep having it for a while."

Freddy remained silent.

Without uttering a word, it swung its claws at Ike.

Ike watched Freddy running towards him and smiled, saying, "I said, give me a gladiatorial arena with ten thousand people."

boom!

Just as Freddy's claws were about to strike Ike, who was standing motionless, a flicker of excitement flashed in Freddy's charred eyes.

But then...

Freddy's claws missed their mark.

What about people?

Freddy looked around blankly, searching for any trace of Ike who had suddenly disappeared.

Right now.

"Hey!" Ike's voice rang out from above Freddy's head.

Freddy looked up.

With a loud bang.

Unable to dodge in time, Freddy took the brunt of Ike's shoe as it came crashing down from above, instantly rolling backward like a tumbleweed.

Ike landed with a radiant smile on his face.

Splash!

The ten thousand stick figures in the arena rose from their seats, waving their arms and shouting wildly.

...I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book"~

Chapter 042: Good Student Ike (Seeking Recommendations)

A dream?

Ike doesn't possess any dream-killing techniques; those are skills exclusive to Nightmare Demons.

but.

Freddy dragged Ike into his dream and killed him, fine, but this was his dream, his territory, the dream territory belonging to Ike Arendelle.

Ike's dream, Ike's in charge.