I created a foundation

It was as if in her eyes, he was not an opponent worthy of fear or hatred, but merely an "object" to be disposed of.

Two hours passed.

The regeneration rate of nightmares began to slow down slightly.

Every time he was torn apart, every time he was burned by electricity, he could feel his stored "dream energy" rapidly depleting. The pain that penetrated deep into his bones had begun to erode his will.

His voice was no longer high-pitched, but had a hint of hoarseness.

"You...what kind of monster are you?!"

Yukino remained silent, claws and lightning being her only answers.

In the corner of the classroom, Hayato Hayama, Yumiko Miura, and Yuigahama Yui had already become somewhat numb from their initial extreme fear.

They huddled together, shivering, watching the usually aloof and proud Yukinoshita Yukino transform into a tireless goddess of slaughter, repeatedly torturing the monster who called herself "Nightmare" with a coldness and cruelty that they could not understand.

Every time blood and flesh flew everywhere, every time lightning flashed, they were terrified.

They couldn't even tell whether what they felt at the moment was fear or some kind of twisted... awe.

Three hours... Four hours...

Before anyone knew it, the sky had gradually changed from the inky black of the night to the deep blue before dawn.

After hours of endless agony and torture, during which he was "killed" hundreds of times, Nightmare's spirit finally collapsed.

His huge body, which had merged with the entire classroom, had long since lost its shape and could only barely maintain itself as a mass of constantly wriggling and twitching flesh.

The once elegant and calm voice now turned into a hoarse and shrill cry, full of despair and fear.

"Stop! Please stop!"

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have provoked you! I won't dare to do it again!"

The piece of flesh trembled violently, trying to escape from Yukino's attack range, but the parts that were fused with the classroom became a cage that he could not escape.

Yukino's attack showed no signs of stopping.

Her breathing was a little heavy, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but her ice-blue eyes were still as cold as ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

“Ahhhh——!!”

Nightmare let out a scream that was not like a human voice.

"As long as you let me go! I can let you have the most beautiful dream! Money! Countless money! Make you the richest man in the world!"

The sound of claws tearing flesh drowned out his promise.

"Power! Supreme power! Make everyone submit to you!"

A flash of lightning passed by, and the newly formed tissue instantly turned into charcoal.

"Beauty! No! Handsome man! No matter what type you like, I can create it for you in my dreams! Let you revel every night and enjoy the ultimate pleasure!"

In response to him, Yukino once again stomped on his newly assembled head and crushed it to pieces.

She didn't even bother to respond.

This pure, emotionless slaughter, carried out solely for the purpose of carrying out the mission, can destroy Nightmare's will more than any vicious curse or taunt.

He was completely frightened.

He never imagined that his immortality, which he was so proud of, would become the source of such horrific torture.

If he had a choice, he would rather have his neck chopped off like those ordinary ghosts and die quickly.

Instead of being like now, experiencing the endless pain of the soul being torn, crushed and burned again and again.

"Kill me... please... kill me..."

The voice of the nightmare was filled with pleading and a desire for relief.

"I don't want to have another child... It's too painful... It's too painful..."

The lightning in Xueno's hand still shines.

Chapter 124: Until Dawn! Blocked Communications

The flesh squirmed, making a disgusting hissing sound.

Nightmare's huge body, which had merged with the classroom walls, desks, and floor, was frantically trying to gather itself together and repair the countless wounds caused by Yukino's lightning.

The scarlet tendons twisted and twitched like venomous snakes, and the broken bones made a teeth-grinding sound as they tried to reconnect.

His core spirit had been severely damaged, and his regeneration now seemed sluggish and chaotic.

"Impossible... How could I... be... killed by a mere human..."

Intermittent roars came from deep within the wriggling flesh, filled with unwillingness and resentment.

Every piece of tissue that tried to heal emitted a strong burnt smell, which was the mark left by lightning.

Yukino's chest heaved violently, and beads of sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her school uniform stained with blood and dust.

The blade of the "Yeshai" in her hand was still sharp, but the arm holding the knife was shaking slightly. The long and extreme battle had taken a huge toll on her.

Her animal eyes were fixed on the struggling mass of flesh and blood in front of her, without any slackness.

This enemy is too strange and too tenacious.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, burnt stench, and the unique smell of gunpowder after a battle.

In the corner, Hayato Hayama, Yumiko Miura, and Yuigahama Yui huddled together, their faces as pale as paper, their bodies shaking violently uncontrollably.

They opened their mouths, but no sound came out. Everything that happened before their eyes had completely shattered their cognition.

That twisted monster of flesh and blood, and Yukinoshita Yukino who fought like a Valkyrie, were all like a nightmare from which one could never wake up.

Just as Nightmare's spirit was about to be completely destroyed by the endless pain and the residual power of thunder and lightning, and his regeneration speed was getting slower and slower, almost falling into stagnant despair -

An extremely faint light shone from the eastern sky.

At first, it was just a very light grayish-white color on the horizon.

Then, a barely perceptible hint of light gold emerged from the grayish-white.

This streak of light gold, like the sharpest sword blade, silently cut through the thick darkness that enveloped the campus all night.

Through the broken window of the classroom, it shot in obliquely like a thin golden thread.

The light is not strong, even a little soft.

It illuminated the dust flying in the air, the hideous bloodstains on the wall, and the mass of flesh and blood that was still squirming in vain in the center of the classroom.

"Uh... ah?"

Nightmare's movements suddenly froze.

His huge, cracked eyeball, which was barely held together, turned towards the source of the light.

When he "saw" clearly what it was, a fear from the depths of his soul, far exceeding all the previous pain, instantly gripped him.

"Do not……"

He made a discordant, hoarse sound like a broken bellows.

"Do not--!!!"

A shrill scream, more terrifying and desperate than any before, suddenly erupted from the depths of his flesh and blood.

It was no longer the roar of a wounded beast, but the final wail of an existence about to be completely wiped out.

Sunlight.

Just a tiny ray of morning light.

But he is the only and final nemesis of a ghost like him that was born in darkness and devours human nightmares.

Nightmare went crazy.

His huge, bloated body churned violently, and his fleshy tentacles slapped the ground and walls randomly, trying to bury himself in deeper shadows.

He wanted to tear up the desks around him and pull out pieces of the wall to block out the deadly light.

However, everything is in vain.

The ray of morning light seemed to have life, falling precisely on his exposed flesh.

"Fuck-"

It's like boiling oil poured onto ice and snow.

The flesh and blood exposed to the sunlight instantly emitted thick black smoke and a corrosion sound that made one's scalp tingle.

The tissue quickly carbonized, turned black, and then peeled off like sand, revealing the brighter red, more fragile new tissue underneath.

But these new tissues immediately repeated their old mistakes the moment they came into contact with sunlight.

“Ah ...

Nightmare let out a howl that was not like a human voice.

His body, the part of him that was integrated with this classroom, was melting and vaporizing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tough flesh and blood fibers now became more fragile than rotten wood.

The hideous bone structure quickly disintegrated like an ice sculpture in the sunlight.

More sunlight penetrated the clouds and the window frames, like thousands of golden swords, pouring into the classroom.

Wherever the light reached, the flesh and blood of Nightmare receded like the tide.

He tried to shrink his core consciousness and retreat to the darkest corner of the classroom.

But the sun shines through every pore.

The darkness in the classroom was quickly dispelled, and every inch of space was occupied by this warm and holy light.

"Save me... sir... save me!"

The desperate cries for help grew weaker and weaker, eventually turning into intermittent moans.

Nightmare's huge body, which almost occupied the entire classroom, collapsed and melted quickly under the illumination of this sacred light, like snow exposed to the scorching sun.