The Last Gentleman-Chapter 308: Monster

Mossande Wise, the leader, whose face had been crushed, was healed instantly. For a circus performer, physical disintegration was nothing unusual, and his regenerative powers ranked in the top five within the circus.

Having his head crushed was hardly a matter of concern;what truly annoyed and humiliated him was simply the act of “falling down.”

If his circus peers were to find out about this, he might become the butt of jokes or, worse, his fall could be exaggerated and lead to a demotion by the boss.

Just as he was about to unleash his real power, flattening the central street of Nightmare Town with one foot, he felt something in the Church that hadn’t been completely crushed, staunchly held up by a pure physical force.

Upon closer inspection, the scene beneath the gigantic foot shocked Mossande.

In the center of the church, beside Wrinkled Skin Spacy, who was performing a “Skin Transplant”, stood a pale man with almost perfect legs. His whole body’s muscles were vertically striped.

Like the commonly used column structures in architectural design, these vertical muscles collectively supported his physical foundation;his hands raised above his head, forcefully holding back the giant foot’s crushing force.

What’s more, this man was even able to carry on a conversation while distracted:

“Mr. Spacy, just continue with the skin transplant, I’ll kill this one…”

“Okay.”

Wrinkled Skin Spacy showed absolute trust in his companion, closing his eyes to concentrate on the skin transplant.

The skin that had spread out of the church continued to crawl along the crushed, ruined street in a circular pattern, invading the dream space.

Suddenly,

the giant foot held above by Zede started to disassemble on its own,

hissing—his physical form evaporated, with flesh and bone dispersing rapidly in short time, until only the nerves of the giant foot remained, all retracting back into Mossande’s body.

At this moment, Mossande’s expression also changed;he no longer treated the events as a mere game within a dream, but as a matchup of equal standing.

His arrogance and pride were entirely reined in.

“Mossande Wise, number three leader of the Sun Circus… what’s your name?”

“Hogni Zed.”

“I thought this was just a farce by Catherine initially, but it turns out the human tribe she messed with has an interesting character like you.

Your physical complexity can’t even be described as ‘human’. Without training, you could outperform many performers in the circus.

Would you like to join us?”

The sudden shift in Mossande’s attitude surprised Zede, “A second ago, you wanted to kill me, and now you want to recruit me? If you can eliminate the nightmare threat that Zion is currently facing, I might consider it.”

“The nightmare is brought by Catherine;I am merely a temporary visitor.

I can’t dispel the nightmare, but I can suggest it to Catherine. However, I can’t guarantee that she will agree.

The only thing I can assure you is, if you are willing to join the circus and make sufficient contributions in performances, the boss will reinstate your ‘Eye’ rights.”

Zede, however, showed a troubled expression and hastily waved his hand, “No need… I’ve already abandoned that. It would be quite uncomfortable to take it back.”

“What a pity.”

Mossande stopped persuading him, preparing to reveal his true capabilities against this human.

Arms spread out… swoosh! A mass of nerve fibers suddenly sprouted from his back like dense tree branches or a pair of oversized nerve wings.

The tips of the nerve fibers rapidly bore fruit, constructing blood and bone structures, and formed rows of legs and feet of varying sizes hanging onto them, each limb showing either an eye, a mouth, or an ear structure,

They seemed to have their own sensory perception, capable of independently judging and launching the best attacks.

The overall image was eerie and bizarre yet incredibly overwhelming.

Hundreds of leg and foot fruits hung in the back area, and they would join Mossande in his attack, crushing the target and even some limbs displaying traits that could perform attacks beyond normal understanding.

Confronted with Mossande’s aggressive posture,

Zede merely changed from crawling to standing, pulled off his tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and removed his leather shoes to stand barefoot on the ground.

A slight bounce and a shake relaxed all his joints, resembling more a free combat fighter than anything else.

…

A Nightmare Space modeled after a library structure.

Magician Jian sat across from Prophet Marko at a desk, and the two seemed to have been talking for quite some time.

Jian showed a rare interest in this human Prophet, even handing out a business card with the magician’s trademark hat on the back.

“Sun Circus very much welcomes someone as talented as you, and my referral can spare you a lot of trouble and unnecessary procedures.

As you said, wait until your organization’s city is entirely destroyed and you find yourself homeless to come see me. Given the current state of Skin Market, I anticipate we will meet again soon.

Soon Catherine and his friend will keep you company;let’s stop here,”

Jian raised his hand above his head, making a slicing motion through the air, effectively severing his connection to the Dream Space.

The next second, he woke up in a rather simple living room, walls covered with various honorary medals.

While changing from his pajamas to his daywear, Jian noticed a slight cut on his wrist, accidentally inflicted while suppressing Prophet Marko in the Dream.

To be precise, it was during the suppression of the main personality—Martin—that he sustained an attack injury, which had partly resonated back to reality.

“To choose to learn knowledge through sensing entirely contrary to his own interests and hobbies and even using his back as his front to inhibit his nature. He even created a second personality during this process, slowly being revered as ‘the Prophet’ by human groups.

To perform so impressively at things one is not adept at clearly speaks to his talent.

No wonder the need to seal the main personality;Martin really is a terrifying fellow. Catherine may truly be in danger if she provokes him.”

Jian took an interest in this unique human squad;he got up to go to the circus’s communal lounge area, wanting to ask the others about the situation.

As soon as he lifted the tent flap, he ran into the Ventriloquist,

“How does Harida feel?”

Harida didn’t speak;instead, the puppet in her hands responded, “It’s a pity. If it were reality, I’d definitely turn that woman into a doll. Her fiery temper nearly ruined my darling in combat;I could only discipline her a bit in the Realm of Dreams.”

The hair on the right side of the puppet was slightly burned.

Correspondingly,

In a separate Nightmare Space, Romary Tahan’s skin was completely torn off, and her body was turned into a puppet-like form, strung up in the air by numerous threads.

Not dead, but rendered virtually powerless.

Upon learning of this, Jian was slightly disappointed: “It seems not every human is that interesting… Has Mozander not awakened yet?”

“He should be trying ‘Concept Stripping’ in a dream, right? Because of the far gap in thought, this process should take a long time, and the stripped human will suffer quite a bit.”

No sooner had the voice fallen,

a burst of agonized screams suddenly came from deep within the residential area,

Jian, Harida, and other circus members who were awakened by the screams all hurried to the scene, directly across from Mozander’s bedroom.

The door had yet to be opened, and blood had already begun to spill out.

Inside the messy room,

Mozander’s body was cut in two, with various severed legs scattered and hanging about the room, each leg spurting blood, a sight too ghastly for words.

What was more horrifying was that Mozander had still not awakened.

Jian’s brow furrowed deeply, and he immediately took a pair of scissors from his Magic Hat, swiftly cutting a strand of hair from the top of Mozander’s head… Snap! The connection to the Dream was also forcibly severed.

As Mozander suddenly woke, his eyes wide and bloodshot, he mumbled:

“Such a monster cannot possibly be human!”

This situation utterly shocked Jian,

He knew well that although Mozander was foul-mouthed and coveted various legs, his position as the third Ringmaster of the Circus was no coincidence or stroke of luck, but rather achieved by stepping on countless corpses through sheer power.

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“Mozander, did you lose?”

“Yes… Although the dream was just a projection of myself, I indeed lost, which is truly shameful. Jian, tell Catherine to be careful not to be killed by that person.”