A prince from a certain American comic book

If he couldn't even control his own dreams, Ike felt he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

Ten minutes later.

Amidst the cheers of thousands of stick figures, Ike, who resembled the most dashing figure in the ancient Roman Colosseum, was eager to try. He stretched his body and beckoned to Freddy, whom he had knocked to the ground three times in a row, saying, "Come on, you're a white-eyed demon after all. Don't let your demonic aura be weak. You're the Nightmare, after all."

Freddy had long since lost his previous arrogance.

He has only one thought in mind right now.

That would be to retrieve the Nightmare Mark that Ike had planted on him, but that seems destined to be a pipe dream...

Freddy couldn't even get close to Ike.

Ike continued, "Hurry up, get up! I haven't even done anything yet, are you going to collapse like this?"

Freddy: "..."

Ike's smile widened, especially as he listened to the cheers coming from all directions, if one ignored the fact that the audience consisted of stick figures.

Freddy gave Ike a deep look.

next second.

Ike blinked, then fell into deep thought as he watched Freddy vanish into a cloud of black mist.

Will Freddy be discouraged by this small setback?

the next day.

Upon waking up, Ekko immediately removed his armor and helmet.

He has finished testing the waters.

Freddy is nothing special; in his dream, Freddy can walk around, but he would never run around without Ike's permission...

However, there was one thing that Ike still found strange: how did Freddy inexplicably become the Nightmare Demon among the White-Eyed Demons?

Undead and demons are actually two different species.

No matter how much a spirit transforms, it can only become the lowest-level Black-Eyed Demon at most. After all, Hell is for punishing and imprisoning the dead. If the dead can easily transform into a Black-Eyed Demon with a flash of light, then what is the point of going to Hell?

Surely Freddy doesn't have demon blood running through his veins?

This unscientific.

With these questions in mind, after washing up, Ike baked himself a loaf of bread and grabbed a bottle of milk before heading towards the campus bus stop.

Chris was already by the roadside.

Ike walked over, greeted them, looked around, and then asked, "Where are Jesse and Quentin? Why are they late?"

Chris seemed somewhat dazed.

Last night she found photos and things from her childhood in the attic of her house, but strangely, she had no recollection of them at all.

Ike glanced at it once and then looked away.

Without him.

In Ike's view, this incident was almost over. After all, Freddy would never come out to do evil again until he was eliminated or the mark on him was retrieved.

Ike felt proud and honored by his selfless act.

Would anyone else dare to do this?

Having a demon that comes to kill you every time you fall asleep would probably cause an ordinary person to suffer a nervous breakdown after ten days of that. No one would be like Ike, who wasn't scared at all and even seemed a little unsatisfied.

Hopefully, Freddie won't become discouraged because of this.

Ike thought to himself.

The school bus driver, who wore sunglasses and was covered in tattoos and looked like a Western cowboy, picked up the students on Elm Street right on time. After Ike and Chris found seats on the bus, the driver started the engine and sputtered towards the Quaker School.

After half an hour.

As soon as the school bus stopped, Ike, who had his arms crossed, opened his eyes precisely on time and smacked his lips.

He just went on another date with Freddy.

This time, Ike transformed his dream into a superstar concert he had witnessed on Origin Earth. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of stick figures, Ike brutally beat Freddy. As Freddy left, Ike could vaguely see tears welling up in Freddy's burnt eyes...

Poor Freddy.

Ike once again offered a deep moment of silence for Freddy.

Ike only has two classes this morning.

There is a science and management course, which is considered a major course, and a history course. The science and management course is on the third floor, and the history course is on the fifth floor.

Rest corridor.

"Ike".

"Hey Ike, interested in joining our baseball team?"

“Ike, don’t listen to them, come join our football club.”

“Ike…”

After finishing his first class of the morning, Ike declined all their invitations. After avoiding a student who was gliding around, Ike went to his cabinet.

Ike smiled at Lily, who was walking the "bad girl" route beside him, and said, "Good morning, Lily."

This time, Lily didn't confront Ike like she did the first time. Instead, she smiled and said, "Good morning, Ike. What class do you have next?"

Ike took a history textbook out of the cabinet and waved it at Lily.

Lily patted the English textbook in her arms and said, "I am the English class."

Ike smiled and said softly, "It's okay, we're all on the fifth floor. We'll meet on the rooftop then."

Lily simply gave Ike an OK sign.

what?

High school romance?

No, no, no, that's completely untrue. Ike and Lily's agreement to meet on the rooftop was just a way for them to sneak off and smoke in order to avoid the students.

Yes.

Ever since Ike accidentally stumbled upon Lily hiding in a corner of the rooftop smoking one day, under the unspoken rule that all smokers are one family, Ike and Lily have gone from their initially unfriendly meeting to becoming inseparable best friends...

With a loud bang.

Chris, who was not far away and seemed to be preoccupied, closed the cabinet door and asked Ike curiously, "When did you become so familiar with Lily Aldrin?"

"Is there a problem?" Ike pointed to the cabinet next to his and Lily's with a smile, somewhat puzzled. "We're neighbors, you know."

Chris said calmly, "You are a good student in the teacher's eyes."

Ike smiled.

Yes.

Backed by his knowledge of Earth 211 from his previous life, in just one week, Ike not only perfectly caught up with the teachers' courses but also far surpassed many students, all under the astonished gazes of the teachers. He successfully silenced those who questioned Ike's transfer with his knowledge and won the appreciation and...favor of the teaching staff.

Chris glanced at the books in Ike's arms and then said, "Let's go, class is about to start."

Chris's next lesson is also history.

Ike nodded.

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

Chapter 043: Ike's Mistake (Seeking Recommendations)

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History class.

"Class," the history teacher, already middle-aged and prematurely balding with a bald patch on his head, glanced at his prepared lesson plan and began, "...It was Pericles who told the Athenians that they should gather at the city gates to watch his fleet annihilate the Spartan fleet. It was a long but certain victory. Pericles said the Spartans would never reach the walls of Athens, but he didn't foresee it; instead, a plague broke out. Open your books to page forty-eight..."

Chris, sitting in the third row, twirled the marker in her hand and glanced at Ike.

next second.

Chris frowned, glanced at the history teacher on the stage who hadn't noticed her, and nudged Ike, who seemed to be sleeping.

Ike was startled.

Bang!

The history teacher on the stage in front of him glanced in Ike's direction.

Ike snapped out of his daze, made an apologetic gesture to the history teacher, and bent down to pick up the book that the teacher had accidentally kicked to the ground.

The history teacher glanced at it and didn't say anything. He waited until Ike picked up the book before resuming the lesson.

Without him.

It's just the normal treatment for good students.

not to mention.

Two days ago in history class, Ike and he spent an entire class period discussing the rationality and legality of polygamy in ancient Dongguo.

Some of the other students who were often kept in the classroom and kept at school experienced plasmolysis.

If it were a nerd, they might have bullied Ike by taking him to the bathroom, but since it was Ike, these students could only watch Ike's back with jealous eyes and grit their teeth.

This includes Jesse.

When Jesse, sitting in the back, saw Ike and Chris sitting in the front row, seemingly daydreaming and chatting, he realized...

With a soft splatter.

He snapped the pen in Jesse's hand.

Are good students so great?

Jesse watched as the history teacher, who had noticed Chris and Ike, ignored them and thought bitterly.

Chris, sitting in her seat, was slightly startled when she saw Ike taking a towel out of his backpack and wrapping it around his arm.

Ike, with a nonchalant expression, wrapped his right palm and became completely absorbed in his history teacher's lecture.

An hour later.