Chapter 225: Chapter 227: The Pioneer Shrouded in Nightmare


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    “First step, let’s simply dissect the structure; after all, you’re not the original body, and I don’t even know if you have a normal body structure.”


    “Hmm, normal human structure, but your physical condition really isn’t up to par, just that of an average person,” Qin Muye commented.


    “Enough, no more ‘I, I, I’. Tian Qi, take him to the operating table.”


    “Good news, the sternum and ribs are clearly visible; perhaps other organs are there too.”


    “Can you tell me how you came to this planet?” Qin Muye asked.


    ...


    “Don’t glare at me like that; medical technology has advanced, and the conditions aren’t bad. At least you don’t have to worry that I won’t administer anesthesia.”


    “I...”


    “I’m guessing you escaped from some kind of hell, then decided to set up shop here, spreading nightmares across the whole planet, creating a hell-like environment.”


    “Let’s not talk about that for now. I just want to ask, considering how those Pioneers look like monsters, how could you bear to do it? I remember you prefer children. That’s kind of similar to priests and ministers, only they typically prefer little boys,” Qin Muye slowly said.


    “What, can’t handle a little teasing? How can you be so narrow-minded?” Qin Muye said without a care; after all, he was just making a light-hearted jab.


    “I didn’t come here by choice; they invited me,” Freddy said with an indulgent look, seemingly reminiscing about something sweet.


    But Qin Muye didn’t care about that. He had administered the anesthesia, and whether or not it worked was none of his concern since the pain wasn’t his to feel. Besides, he was pretty precise with his work.


    But when he thought about it, this guy was supposed to have an undying body, so he let it go.


    But this so-called ‘sweetness’ was probably only so for Freddy; for everyone else, it was a nightmare.


    There was no risk of any major bleeding or a slip of the hand that might slice out the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, or kidneys.


    With a slew of Attribute enhancements and various effects at his disposal, Qin Muye’s Power within his territory was probably around Rank 6, but that was just the peak of Rank 6 level. Against Rank 7, he’d be no match.


    But in Qin Muye’s Floating City of the Different Plane, it was a different story. His territory was imbued with the Divine Authority of Hell and the Titan Divine Race, and a regular hell certainly couldn’t compete with his own.


    Freddy was quite docile in this regard; he was simply used to being perverted and inevitably had some quirks in his speech.


    Even though he had lost his personal freedom, at least he had a secure life. With three meals a day without worries, no danger to his life, and no value to be put under surgery for dissection.


    The more Qin Muye dissected Freddy, the more he discovered some peculiar things. To say Freddy was a person wasn’t quite right since he was primarily made of nightmares and not a real existence, but to say he wasn’t was also incorrect—he had all the organs and reactions one would expect, at least cringing with pain to a considerable degree.


    So... Freddy’s nightmare distortion was completely ineffective. The swords of the former dynasty couldn’t slash the officials of the present dynasty.


    He wanted to come in, right? Well, Qin Muye would let him come in, but when that time came, he couldn’t blame Qin Muye for a group beating.


    Looking at Freddy, he faintly recalled a certain unlucky, anesthesia-free caveman hero; it must be said, misfortune and fortune go hand in hand. It’s also thanks to that caveman being locked in prison that he isn’t still suffering miserably on the Magic Continent.


    He knew that Freddy definitely wouldn’t speak. He wasn’t the real Freddy, just a strand of nightmare-like Hell Power.


    The Pioneer Empire was probably not yet destroyed; it simply couldn’t escape destruction in the mental realm.


    Otherwise, his Divine Artifacts, Talents, Skills, and so on would be a waste. With such a luxurious lineup and only fourth-rank combat power, why would he bother trying? He could just rely on rank alone.


    Generally speaking, Qin Muye didn’t meet with visitors unless he was truly curious. Someone like Freddy definitely warranted a meeting to pry out some information from him at the very least.


    One with infinite resurrection, the other with an undying body. Those were not minor cheats.


    An invisible Hell Power detected Qin Muye’s Different Plane Floating City suspended above the mother star of the Pioneer Empire, trying to infiltrate bit by bit. However, the Exotic Realm Lock was very strong, and this power couldn’t get in at all. It could only loiter around the periphery and was even detected by Qin Muye due to the disturbances it caused.


    A middle-aged man sporting a red and green striped sweater, a black top hat, and a sharp, metal-made claw on his right hand, who was extremely malnourished to the point of being skeletal and covered in burn scars, appeared bewildered in the plaza.


    The Magic Network, now operational, reached out its tentacles and firmly grasped this invisible Hell Power. The entity realized something was amiss and tried to retreat, but alas, Qin Muye’s force was much greater. With the aid of the Divine Artifact, he pulled it straight in.


    In Qin Muye’s eyes, the Hell on the mother planet of the Pioneer Empire was not sealed but laid open. A dreadful power of Hell covered the entire surface of the planet, entrapping everything within a nightmare.


    This seemed to have stepped on Freddy’s tail; he appeared somewhat enraged and attempted to start a fight with Qin Muye, but before he could extend his hand, Tian Qi’s tentacles had already taken the initiative, beating him up severely and bending his iron claw out of shape.


    This was the first thing he noticed, and his mind was filled with greater shock.


    Each of these beings could single-handedly take on a civilization. Judging by this strand of nightmare projection from Freddy, the real Freddy was probably a sixth-rank being.


    It was a shame that only a projection was pulled in, not the actual body, or perhaps the entity’s nature was special, akin to a dream creature.


    But Freddy’s ability was useless against Qin Muye; he didn’t sleep. Dreams were essentially non-existent to him.


    Most importantly, Qin Muye rarely left his Mage Tower. Under various enhancements, let alone Freddy, even if a true sixth-rank Lord entered, Qin Muye had the power to fight back.