The Death Knell

"Don't worry, don't look at me. Just keep reading. This artifact called the Internet Forum is not that simple. You can see people's inner thoughts. These are all real."

Seeing what the Sleepless Knight was about to say, Waiter Gwen immediately stopped it. After all, the brainwashing process had just begun and the effect still needed to be consolidated.

Don't look back. This guy has come to his senses. There will still be troubles when the time comes. Why not give him more information now so that he will firmly believe in what he said and be willing to listen to his own arrangements.

A mere nightmare like Insomnia can organize the Sleepless Knights gang. Waiter Gwen thinks she is much stronger than that guy, so can't she poach people from the Sleepless Knights and form another Sleepless Knights?

Of course, the position of leader has always been occupied by the virtuous in this dark and cruel world.

What is a virtuous person? He is the one who has big enough fists and lives long enough.

Hearing what she said, Nightmare, whose entire body turned pink, clicked its centipede part, probably a nod, and then continued to read.

I saw another user commenting below the original post and expressing his own opinion:

"My girlfriend stole my money and then went to Greece to get married with her best friend. I don't mind that her best friend is actually a disabled transgender who weighs 300 kilograms, has a plastic bag from Walmart, and uses a wheelchair, but The money I earned from selling white powder was stolen, this is terrible, should I call the police?”

The pink knight probably understood that these two people were scared because they had no money. As expected, the centipede was not mentioned in these people's voices.

It continued to read down, and the next person who complained told another story, perhaps inspired by the one upstairs, and it was also about his girlfriend.

"My girlfriend is always domestic violence against me, and is also very perverted. She likes to poop on the bed. I can still accept this. But a few days ago, her dog stepped on a bee and was stung, but she said it was The bee killer I arranged insisted on making me pay, but I have no money anymore, what should I do? She even took me to court, I'm so scared!"

Another one who was afraid of having no money, Nightmare nodded.

It had no idea that what Gwen showed it was originally the topic group of 'Poverty Fear' on this social networking site.

Not to mention that it only looked at three floors, but it looked at a hundred or a thousand floors of posts. People here are all afraid that they will have no money. Posts and speeches that do not meet the page requirements will have been deleted long ago. The moderator deleted it.

This is the effect caused by different levels of knowledge. Back then, European colonists used glass beads to defraud African natives of their ivory and animal skins. Now, what Gwen is doing is still changing the soup without changing the medicine.

Nightmare didn't know this. It still followed Gwen's fingers and looked at the speeches below. Different avatars had different language habits, but they all expressed their fear of having no money.

The voice of these humans must be the voice of these humans. Otherwise, how could a tough-talking race like humans admit what they are afraid of?

The pink knight now feels a little more grateful for the kindred person next to her. What a nightmare. She discovered the artifact and can share information with herself. She is really a good guy.

But as it looked at it, it became a little worried again, because it found that what people are afraid of now is not having money, not the 'centipede' it represents, nor the 'sleepless' represented by insomnia.

In the previous nightmare dimension, who was the nightmare that represented the lack of money? It seems that there is no such existence, and it is probably among the 'loyalists' under Sandman.

It is too powerful. If all humans fear it and it is loyal to the Lord of Dreams, it would be simply too terrifying. All other nightmares combined may not be its opponent. After all, humans are the most imaginative in the universe. The nightmares of other races, animals, plants or aliens are simply incomparable to humans.

This is what nightmares are like. The more dreams that are afraid of the concrete fear they represent, and the more people who have corresponding nightmares, the stronger the nightmare will be.

For example, the Koslins represent "pulling out teeth and digging out eyes", and represent a large group of "hunger". These big nightmares are what many people are afraid of happening to them, with the exception of Fiddler's Green.

But there is only one exception. Now speaking of this, the strongest nightmare should be 'poverty', and it is most likely to be loyal to the Sandman, so isn't insomnia bound to fail? Should I find a way out?

The centipede stopped talking and began to think silently.

The reason why everyone followed Insomnia was that it could help everyone escape from the big prison in the nightmare realm. But now it is basically certain that the ship is about to sink. Do you really want to follow it into the dark and be buried with it?

It's not necessary. Even if you want freedom and strength, it's not that important compared to 'living'.

And to be honest, insomnia is not good for everyone. It is often hit or scolded, as if it has become a Sandman, treating other sleepless knights as its slaves. Many nightmares have long been unhappy.

If it didn't have the 'Nightmare Stone' in its hand.

Seeing its reaction, especially the stiffness of its body, Gwen, who was still holding the nightmare's shoulders, naturally felt it. She found that the fool beside her had developed fear and fell into a state of confusion.

To be honest, this kind of enemy is so easy to deal with. She is afraid of the kind of opponent who doesn't listen to anything and just starts copying the guy. After all, the strength of the beautiful girl is not in her combat power on paper, but in her brains and words. Yes.

"Ahem, how are you? After reading these human voices, what do you think?" She retracted her thoughts and started the next step of work. She also tried her best to show sincerity and looked at the other party's centipede head.

"You are right my compatriots. Insomnia is going to be doomed. Humans are actually not afraid of him at all. We need to find a way to protect ourselves."

As the pink knight spoke, he began to change his body. The centipede body that replaced the head was gone, and the hands and feet that were constantly dancing in the air stopped moving. It changed its head again, and it looked like an ordinary person. An ordinary middle-aged man with an unshaven beard. This man probably had the nightmare that gave birth to him:

"I also choose to become a human like you. In this way, maybe I can blend in with the crowd without being discovered and avoid the pursuit of the King of Dreams. I hope that can be done."

It seemed to be thinking a little too much, and it didn't know that Sandman was still walking around the castle at this time, waiting for good news from humans. He just sent his three nightmares to find people.

If those three nightmares were to fight one-on-one, they might not necessarily be insomniac opponents holding rubies now.

After listening to what the pink nightmare said, Gwen probably understood what this guy was thinking. It has to be said that the nightmare does not have an organ like a brain, but it still has normal logical thinking, which is good.

"That's right, that's what I think. As long as we disguise ourselves as humans and don't reveal our true nature, the Sandman will definitely not be able to find us. Even if he sees us, he won't be able to recognize us. We don't need to sleep anyway. What can he do to us?"

The girl immediately showed the kind of crooked smile that belonged to a villain. She put away her phone happily and patted the nightmare that now looked like a human being, except that her clothes were all pink:

"And I also know a good place that Sandman will never find. I can take you there to hide, as long as you do one thing for me."

"Yes, I am willing to listen to your orders, compatriot, you saved my life."

Without even thinking about it, the Pink Knight moved his body squatting on the curb and knelt down on one knee towards Waiter Gwen, as if he planned to recognize her as his adoptive father.