The Last Gentleman-Chapter 299: Crime

[Power Station – Dream Room]

The last member of Squad Four – “Tamer Bu Qi” awoke amidst green, viscous liquids in the metal tanks, his condition was completely different from the previous three.

He first choked on a large mouthful of green slime,

and his eyes opened wide with fear, immediately followed by him leaning over the bathtub’s edge and vomiting violently.

Scenes of his death in the nightmare kept flashing through his mind,

perhaps because the layers of the dream were too deep, even using someone else’s brain as the dream hub, the feedback from death remained overwhelmingly strong.

It was due to a very small mistake that the enemy immediately caught him off guard,

and in the dream, Bu Qi was impaled by a black tentacle entering through his mouth, passing through the esophagus, stomach, large intestine, and small intestine, piercing his entire body before exiting from the buttocks, hanging in the air like a skewered person.

The black liquid secreted from the tentacle rapidly depleted the epidemic value within his frame, causing almost instant death.

This deep throat sensation that permeated his entire body lingered even after he exited the dream, and his vomiting persisted for a full fifteen minutes, slowly subsiding only with the aid of medical personnel.

“I… I and Blanklin likely encountered the embodiment of the nightmare, and in a joint combat situation, I was killed off early. The enemy is terrifyingly strong and possesses the authority to dominate the dream space.”

Immediately after, he described what he suspected to be the embodiment of the nightmare.

A black cloak, bearing six dangerously ominous nightmare tentacles on its back, wearing a faceless mask, creature-like limbs. The stances for combat and dodging were all biased towards human.

Given that Squad Four was completely annihilated, the person in charge on-site planned to forcibly shut down the equipment and sever the brain connection of “Breeder” Blanklin.

Tamer Bu Qi, however, immediately intervened to prevent this.

“Blanklin is still contending with the nightmare, his strength far exceeds what is recorded in the files. He can continue to fight, and might even wound the nightmare, gaining more useful information.”

The main purpose of Bu Qi’s words was actually to prevent the forced disconnection, hoping that Blanklin could exit the dream normally and minimize brain damage caused by the nightmare.

His face filled with regret, reflecting on his own behavior in the nightmare, although it might have been influenced by the nightmare factor, it was mainly due to his mistrust of Blanklin, not at all worthy of the word ‘gentleman’.

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In contrast, Blanklin, the death row inmate, seemed more like a gentleman.

The technicians, interpreting strong combat signals from Blanklin’s brainwaves, accepted Bu Qi’s proposal to let “Breeder” Blanklin continue dreaming.

Bu Qi also secretly made up his mind to re-investigate Blanklin’s past crimes once the nightmare incident was over.

From this dream encounter, he saw only a man of kindness and noble character, definitely not some death row inmate, just someone whose appearance could easily be misunderstood.

“Hang in there, Blanklin.”

…

Deep within the dream.

Enjoying the pleasure of combat, Yi Chen modified the dream space once again during his battle with Breeder Blanklin, creating a spacious circular area.

Blanklin’s pig-man form could fully unleash his potential here.

Slap!

The Human Pillar Totem swung in Blanklin’s hands, shattered one of the nightmare tentacles to pieces, revealing the iron chains structure inside, causing Yi Chen a numbing pain all over his body, a thrilling sensation.

Blanklin’s massive, overweight body had nothing to do with agility;he could perform superfast slides across the ground using the grease covering his body, manipulating the fat to make exaggerated attack motions.

And Yi Chen could tell the opponent was very skilled at slaughter, mastering the Executioner skills taught by Cesimani.

What was most terrifying was that Blanklin could use his sense of smell to anticipate the opponent’s potential movements.

Whoosh!

A pig-head charge completely lifted the cloaked Yi Chen off the ground, his tusks piercing through his ribs, spilling a flood of black blood.

However, this was exactly what Yi Chen needed to get close, pressing against Blanklin’s pig-head skull.

Observation!

A red line from the side of the forehead slanting towards the mouth corner was perfectly captured in Yi Chen’s vision,

this was the “Slaughter line” learned from Prophet Yuri.

Black liquid spilled from the palm, shaping the entire right forearm into the form of a pitch-black axe.

He sliced down along the Slaughter line… but Yi Chen held back a little, not making the perfect cut, instead leaving a certain depth.

The facial bone split open,

and a massive amount of blood mixed with brain-protecting fat squirted out,

The grease that filled the frame overhead drained in an instant,

and the frantic Blanklin, stupefied by the unusually precise craniotomy, fell to one knee, completely incapacitated for a while.

≮Target has lost mobility, with stagnant thinking. Proceed with “Education”?≯

Yi Chen didn’t need the Madness Brain to remind him,

After observing Blanklin’s dreams for some time, Yi Chen had taken a liking to the butcher. The skull-splitting slaughter was intended to gaze directly into his brain, enabling the most perfect education.

Such a potent death row inmate must be recruited as a student, to increase the odds of winning in the nightmare game.

Click~

A nightmare tentacle, growing out of Yi Chen’s mask and originating from his brain, burrowed forth.

Like a writing brush, it inscribed the character for “Madness” on the surface of Blanklin’s brain using the nightmare tentacle as a medium for more direct and perfect education.

Besides,

Yi Chen was also curious why such a gentlemanly fellow, willing to protect his teammates even in the face of humiliation, would commit such grave crimes.

He decided to read the man’s memories ahead of time during the education process, to better understand his new student.

The memories at first were normal, resembling what was written about the character in the books. Blanklin was born into a butcher’s family in a small town, but problems soon arose.

Instead of raising pigs, Blanklin was being raised.

At birth, he was much larger than a typical baby, weighing over twenty pounds, causing his mother to die in childbirth due to the complications.

With the Plague rampant in the current world, townspeople saw such obesity as a sign of Pathological onset, strongly demanding that Blanklin’s father execute the newborn.

However,

Being a clever butcher, his father used pig flesh back home to stitch together a baby-like form, charred it, and handed it to the Mayor, barely passing off the deception.

Still, rumors persisted that the butcher’s son hadn’t died, with people often coming to inspect the butcher’s home on the Mayor’s authority.

In desperation,

His father had no choice but to throw Blanklin into the deepest recesses of the pig sty, where he lived alongside piglets. The father took time every day to see him, teaching him human language and cognition and concealing his existence as best he could.

After growing up among the pigs, a significant Pathological outbreak occurred in the town.

At least one-fourth of the population, including the Mayor’s son, perished.

When nearby gentlemen came to handle the incident, one sick person was inadvertently overlooked.

Following the trail to the sty, they found a giant, obese young man who was, in order to protect the piglets, killing the sick with his bare hands, completely crushing their heads.

The gentleman who witnessed this invited the youth to take the gentleman’s assessment and join them, and the father’s lifelong guilt was finally alleviated upon learning this.

On the night before leaving, for the first time, the father had a normal conversation with his son at home, sharing a meal and a drink.

Before leaving, Blanklin promised his father that once he made a name for himself, he would take him to a better place to live.

True to his word,

Blanklin became a gentleman with a score of 88, and even received a Black Letter – “Butcher” in the Old Halls. He was sent to Cesimani to train as an Executioner, training almost day and night to keep his promise. In just three years, he found a Relic in the Old World and made a breakthrough.

Using his savings, he bought a house near the city center in the organization’s largest city, ready to move his father there.

He also requested a local gentleman’s posting, giving up the favorable treatment in Zion, and would be responsible for security in that city, living with his father.

While sleeping on the carriage back to his hometown, he even dreamed of reuniting with his father.

However, upon his return to Lebus Town to find his old home,

He discovered the house had long been burnt down, with no trace of his father’s body.

Investigations revealed that the townspeople had blamed the previous Pathological outbreak on him and his father, with the majority believing it was the butcher’s harboring of a half-human, half-pig offspring that brought disease to the town.

In that moment,

Blanklin’s kind-hearted nature was completely shattered, his life rendered meaningless, all his accomplishments turned into a joke.

As he glanced at the townspeople in the streets, especially those casting peculiar looks his way, something strange happened.

They appeared to him as animals, as nothing more than beasts,

And as the son of a butcher, his true nature was ignited and he picked up his father’s Slaughter Knife to begin ‘working’.