A prince from a certain American comic book

Freddy's on-court breakthroughs are indeed impressive, but even his breakthroughs can't stop Ike, who has an external cheat code.

and.

The most wonderful thing is that, because this is Freddy's world, no matter how Ike uses his innate ability to reverse the river of time and go back a few seconds, even if it attracts the attention of the snow mountain, all the possible attention will fall on Freddy.

Ike smiled at Freddy, whose expression had changed drastically, and said, "Congratulations, you've returned to my dream once again."

"This is impossible." Freddy stared in panic at the cotton candy-like white cloud that had disappeared from the roof and appeared in his line of sight as a Pegasus.

Ike's dream world is a place Freddy never wants to enter in his entire life.

It's not just bizarre and fantastical.

And it was completely inexplicable.

Most importantly, in Ike's dream, Freddy is always the one who gets beaten up, and he won't be able to get back to the ground until he finishes a combo attack.

Ike laughed as he watched Freddy completely lose his mind again.

Arms outstretched.

"welcome……"

"Come to my world!"

"Boom!"

The factory in Freddy's memory crumbled into pieces and began to collapse, skyscrapers rose from the ground, and Freddy, appearing on a huge stage, let out a desperate roar.

"No—" I want to chat about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic" with more like-minded people.

Chapter 58: Driving at 80 Miles Per Second (Seeking Recommendations)

Boom!

A thunderclap boomed. (Ice#Fire@Chinese www.bhZW.cc)

Ike, who had fallen asleep with Tom, the big blue cat, slowly opened his eyes.

Jesus.

Christ.

Fortunately, he is a king's heir with some kind of cheat code; otherwise, he probably would have really been tricked by Freddy this time.

Ike stuffed the bottle he was still holding back into his pocket and said to Talking Tom, "The milk flavor is too strong. Next time, I'll try to improve it and see if I can make it orange flavored."

Talking Tom: "Meow."

"Objection overruled." Ike stood up and said, "Orange flavor is more nutritious. If you had half the skills of your relative, the Soul-Devouring Orange Cat, would I even need to step in?"

"Meow……"

"Shut up. Don't say that the Soul-Eating Beast isn't a cat. Take him out for a walk. He's a typical purebred orange cat."

"..."

After venting his anger, Ike stretched and smiled as he looked at the Freddy Krueger mark that had reappeared on his arm.

die?

It's too easy on Freddy. He should be beaten a hundred times a day to atone for his madness.

Furthermore...

Freddy has died once already. If he dies again, he'll just be back in hell selling his ass for another ten years. Who knows which demon he'll hook up with next time because of his ass? What if he hooks up with Mephisto, the king of hell?

Of course, most importantly, Ike had no way of killing Freddy.

The Nightmare Clan has a peculiar ability: as long as someone remembers a person, that person cannot be killed.

All Ike can do is imprison Freddy in his dreams, and wait until time passes and people no longer remember Freddy. That will be the time for Ike to finally get rid of Freddy...

the next day.

Chris, who was on the sofa, slowly opened her eyes.

Sitting on the opposite sofa, Ike looked at Chris, who had just stood up, and asked curiously, "Why aren't the Cyphers worried at all when you're not home?"

Chris, who had just woken up, had a slightly puffy face. She rubbed her messy blonde hair and struggled to sit up from the sofa, saying, "I slipped down from the fire escape, of course they didn't know."

Ike nodded.

Chris watched Ike get up and walk towards the door and asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

Without turning his head, Ike said, "Tell the Cyphers that they should tear down or block up the fire escape. I don't want to be sleeping soundly only to have a bunch of police break down the door and arrest me for kidnapping a girl."

Chris opened her mouth wide.

A week later.

Another funeral was held in a Baltimore cemetery park, but this time it was different from the previous ones.

This time, the sorrow is even heavier.

Nancy and her mother won't die if they can hold on a little longer. They just need to hold on for an afternoon until the exorcism team arrives.

The Vatican's exorcism team stated that the exorcism was very successful.

In view of this.

The church on Elm Street has received donations from various people in the past few days, ranging from one hundred to ten thousand US dollars.

Ike was extremely envious.

He did all the hard work this time, so why did the Vatican take all the credit?

If Carter hadn't promised that the payment would be made in full once he turned sixteen, Ike would have had the urge to go and demand it directly.

It has always been the king who owes money to others; who would dare to owe money to the king?

The heir to the throne is also the king.

The future.

These days, no one dares to owe money to the heir to the throne has even been born yet.

quite a while.

After the funeral, Ike and Claire walked together out of the park.

Ike asked curiously, "Claire, what happened to the deceased nurse?"

Claire smiled and said, "Belle has been saved."

Ike was taken aback and said, "They rescued you? But weren't you already dead when they found you?"

Claire said, "The doctor said it was a case of apparent death, but it was fortunate this time. If Belle had died, the Nurses' Guild would definitely have made a scene."

Ike blinked.

suspended animation?

Is this even possible?

Although it was somewhat miraculous, Ike couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; this could be considered a good ending.

As for the others?

Forget it.

Let's just consider it over. After all, although Freddy was the one who did evil, there would be no result without the cause.

On the way back.

Claire, who was driving, glanced at Ike and said, "You'll be sixteen in a month, and it'll be summer vacation. What are your plans?"

After thinking for a moment, Ike said, "Get a driver's license."

There's an indigo blue Chevrolet in the garage, a 1948 Chevrolet Jumbo.

With its strong vintage car style, it looks like a large ladybug from a distance.

Claire smiled and said, "Besides getting a driver's license?"

Ike blinked and said, "Besides? No, I think it's already quite an achievement to get a driver's license in just one summer vacation."

Although it's quite easy to get a driver's license here, it's nowhere near as strict as in East Asia.

After all, the philosophy here is that your life is your own and you must be responsible for yourself. But easy doesn't mean you can get a driver's license quickly. There are only a few examiners, and if you follow the normal procedure, just waiting in line would probably take more than a month.

Claire smiled and turned to Ike, asking, "How far have things progressed in your relationship with Chris lately?"

Ike said directly, "I don't want to discuss this with you."

Claire pointed to the glove compartment in the passenger seat and said, "By the way, there might be something you need in there."

Ike was taken aback and opened the storage box.

into the eye.

Ike's expression was somewhat strange.

Claire smiled and said, "Do you know how to use it? Do you need me to explain it to you?"

Ike raised an eyelid and closed the storage box, declining, "Thank you, but no need. I had a physiology class yesterday."

Claire's speed was now approaching 80 miles per hour.

Ike was looking out the car window at the scenery, contemplating whether to jump out halfway through the journey. He was now regretting getting into this car whose doors were practically welded shut.

soon.

The car has arrived at the station.

Before Claire's car had even come to a complete stop, Ike pushed open the door and ran out.

Claire looked at Ike, who was tumbling over like a startled fawn, and called out, "Wait!"

Ike turned around and said speechlessly, "Claire, I absolutely will not discuss those topics with you."

Claire opened the storage box and tossed the security box containing twelve tokens to Ike, saying, "You can't be so shy. Why don't you go back and try it out yourself to see if you can apply it accurately?"

Ike looked down at the safety box he had caught.

next second.

Ike turned and fled.