LRAB Chapter 652 The Nightmare Researcher Condenses One Body
Chapter 652 The Nightmare Researcher Condenses One Body
Chapter 652 A Million Nightmare Researchers Unite
At this moment, in countless nightmare spaces, the dream demons are facing an unprecedented "professional challenge".
In the "memories" they read, the source of fear is no longer simply death, loss, or loneliness.
Instead, it became—
"Unable to understand nonlinear circuit optimization algorithms."
"Afraid to see the resonance failure of the Rotom energy loop."
"Fear compels us to design superconducting interconnects that go beyond what is currently available in materials science."
These were like heavenly scriptures to the nightmare demon!
Most nightmares adhere to the ancient instinct that "memory is reality".
Although they were incredibly confused by the change in the source of their fear of the target, they still faithfully began to try to construct the corresponding nightmare scenario.
In order to frighten their targets and create the perfect nightmare, they must first "learn" and understand the real knowledge fragments and thought processes that Natsume had pre-buried in his memory fragments.
These processes were mostly directly copied from Natsume's own research memories and deductions.
Thus, an absurd scene unfolded in each of the nightmare spaces:
A nightmare, in order to create the fear of "failing an exam," is frantically studying "Higher-Order Rotom Circuit Coupling Principles";
Another nightmare is trying to understand the Rotom Cluster Consciousness Synchronization Protocol in order to simulate the despair of "the factory being transformed";
There's another nightmare, racking its brains to deduce the optimal solution for multi-objective Rotom energy allocation in order to create the anxiety of being surpassed by competitors.
They were forced to move beyond being mere "fear sowers".
He transformed into a "nightmare builder forced to learn," or rather... a "dream demon researcher" working for Natsume for free!
In the process of constructing nightmares, they will inevitably make various attempts and deductions.
Due to misunderstandings or differences in thinking, some strange and bizarre "solutions" and "brainstorming ideas" may even emerge that Natsume himself never thought of.
These seemingly absurd "nightmare byproducts" are currently flowing into Natsume's consciousness through the nightmare network maintained by his middle-parted hair, like rivers flowing into the ocean.
It became his vast database and source of inspiration for perfecting the "six-in-one" Rotom mech.
On a higher level of consciousness, there were two figures: the one with the middle parting and Natsume.
The man with the middle-parted hair, dressed in Nightmare Armor, lay prone on Natsume's chest.
It is protecting Natsume's spiritual core.
Through its nightmare armor, it coldly "watches" down at the millions of bizarre and surreal nightmare spaces operating simultaneously.
Even someone with the unruly personality of the middle-parted hairstyle was deeply...shocked by Natsume's methods!
"Pikachu One"
Trainer... are you really human?
The man with the middle parting was internally complaining.
It thought it was ruthless enough, setting up a "godfathers" organization to collect protection money, fool its underlings, and sell its feathers...
But Natsume's actions...
He directly made two million nightmares work for him for free, even doing high-intensity mental labor like scientific research.
Most importantly, there's no concept of time in nightmares; if these nightmare demons are willing, they can definitely learn it, "Pikachu!"
The man with the middle parting looked somewhat doubtful about life.
I thought I was following Natsume's example in everything, and that I had mastered the art of taking advantage of others.
In retrospect, it's nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
This isn't even Natsume getting a free ride; he's digging up the very heart of the Nightmare Rules and using their foundation to build his own laboratory.
For the first time, the person with the middle parting felt that there was still a long way to go.
It can't even come close to Natsume's level of mastery.
Meanwhile, Natsume, at the center of his consciousness, was extremely exhausted and his face was as pale as paper.
But a barely perceptible curve, tinged with extreme satisfaction and anticipation, always lingered at the corners of his mouth.
A week later.
Canal City, Pokémon Center.
.
The ward area, which was originally crowded and filled with exhaustion and groans, was now unusually quiet, even with a sense of peace after surviving a disaster.
Sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows, illuminating faces that, though still pale, were no longer contorted with pain.
Many people walk down the street with vacant eyes, but their breathing is steady and their brows are relaxed, clearly having escaped from their nightmares.
Miss Joy and the Chanseys were finally able to catch their breath. Although they were still busy, a long-lost smile of relief appeared on their faces.
Although those who woke up from the nightmare said their heads were throbbing and they couldn't remember anything, their physical indicators showed no problems.
The city is slowly returning to order, and the shadow of the nightmare seems to be fading away little by little with time.
However, the atmosphere was completely different in a special intensive care unit at the far end of the center.
Zhu Lan sat on a chair by the hospital bed, her light purple eyes fixed on the sleeping black-haired youth, Natsume.
He had been lying there silently for two whole days.
His face was an almost transparent pale, with heavy shadows under his eyelids, as if all his life force had been drained away.
His breathing was shallow and steady; apart from the slight rise and fall of his chest, he was no different from an exquisite statue.
What's even more noticeable is that the Pikachu with the middle parting that was lying on his chest was also in a deep sleep, completely still.
Cresseria hovered on the other side of the hospital bed, her crescent-shaped figure radiating a soft halo, attempting to dispel the faint, cold, and oppressive aura surrounding Natsume and the man with the middle parting.
But its jewel-like eyes were filled with an unprecedented solemnity.
It's been two days already...
""
Zhu Lan's voice carried a barely perceptible hoarseness and worry.
"Everyone else is waking up, so why is it only him and the guy with the middle parting..."
""
A gentle mental fluctuation emanated from Crescentia, carrying deep confusion and a hint of unease: "I can sense that the root of Gomeng in the city of Veil has indeed been eradicated."
"But Mr. Natsume's condition is very peculiar."
It moved slightly closer to Natsume, its body shimmering with light: "Within his body, an unimaginably vast nightmare energy is gathering."
"This energy is not eroding him; rather, it seems to be bound and gathered here by some force."
Zhu Lan's heart sank: "Gather? What does that mean?"
"It's as if," Cressia carefully chose her words, "that the nightmare power that permeated the entire Watervein City before, emanating from countless dream demons, did not dissipate with people's awakening, but was all attracted and compressed into Mr. Natsume's body."
"What?!" Zhu Lan stood up abruptly, her face filled with shock.
"How is this possible? What did he do?"
Recalling Natsume's previous inexplicable methods and his pale yet excited expression at the end, an absurd yet seemingly only reasonable guess surfaced in Takeran's mind: "Could it be... that after resolving the city's nightmares, he got carried away and, feeling unsatisfied, decided to draw all the dream demons onto himself, wanting to personally experience what the ultimate nightmare feels like?!"
This thought made her feel powerless and even a little annoyed.
It's absurd, but the more Ran thinks about it, the more likely it seems.
But this is too crazy, too childish.
This is simply playing with one's own life!