Chapter 407: Everyone’s Nightmare, an Excited Seraphina Sullivan

Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Everyone’s Nightmare, an Excited Seraphina Sullivan

Seraphina Sullivan wondered what her nightmare would be.

Maybe it would be the terrifying face of the Demon God Will from her last near-death experience.

But she never expected...

’I really didn’t expect this.’

Seraphina Sullivan gazed at the phantom of her "father" before her, a projection of her innermost negative memories.

Her voice was tinged with a dryness and complexity she herself hadn’t noticed.

"I didn’t expect... it would be you, my... father."

And it wasn’t just Seraphina Sullivan.

Under the influence of Dex’s [Nightmare Summoning].

"Nightmares," materialized from their deepest fears or traumas, appeared before the others as well!

In front of Joy Hughes, what coalesced wasn’t a specific person.

But a figure in an exaggerated clown costume.

Its face was coated in ghastly white greasepaint, its mouth split into an impossibly wide grin.

Its eyes were vacant, yet they seemed to suck away all hope—it was "The Split-Mouth Clown"!

The clown laughed silently.

It made all sorts of comical yet bizarre movements.

Just looking at it instilled a bone-deep sense of absurdity, unease, and inexplicable terror!

When Joy Hughes saw the clown, it was as if she was reliving the moment from her childhood when she was kidnapped at knifepoint by a clown.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

Before Ironhide, several blurry apparitions of his "comrades" appeared, radiating a chilling killing intent.

They lay in pools of blood, staring at him with lifeless eyes, as if silently questioning why he had failed to protect them...

Ironhide’s eyes instantly turned red.

Before Clayton Quinn was a patch of pure, absolute darkness that devoured all light.

Within the darkness, countless eyes seemed to be watching. His Ability was to control shadows.

But Clayton Quinn’s nightmare came from endless darkness.

What appeared before Lamb was relatively "milder."

It was just the phantoms of scorched sheep, wailing ceaselessly.

It was as if the roasted sheep were him.

Everyone’s "nightmare" was different, but each one struck at the softest, most unwillingly faced corners of their hearts.

Dex’s move, [Nightmare Summoning], didn’t just create new "enemies."

It dealt a heavy blow directly to the mental states of Seraphina Sullivan and the others!

The next second, the nightmare in front of Seraphina Sullivan...

...that "father," Douglas Sullivan, projected from the negative memories deep within her heart...

...seemed to have a command activated within him.

He jerked his head up, his murky eyes locking onto Seraphina Sullivan.

His face, etched with a life of hardship and inner turmoil, instantly erupted with a familiar ferocity and venom that stung and disgusted Seraphina Sullivan to her very soul!

"You unfilial daughter! You heartless thing!

"I raised you, fed you, clothed you! And this is how you treat me?!"

Nightmare Damian pointed at Seraphina, spittle flying as if it would hit her in the face.

His voice was sharp and piercing, filled with unreasonable accusations and vicious curses.

"If I’d known you were such an ungrateful brat, I should have smashed you to death the moment you were born! It would’ve saved me the anger now!"

He grew more agitated as he spoke, flailing his arms and legs like a madman, as if years of pent-up resentment had finally found an outlet.

"All these years! You’ve been out there, living it up! You haven’t sent a single penny home!

"Do you even have a father in your heart?! You jinx!

"I’ll beat you to death! Beat you, you unfilial thing!!"

Amid the curses, Nightmare Damian waved his scrawny hands—which seemed to carry an infinite well of resentment—like a coward blinded by rage.

Baring his teeth and brandishing his claws, he lunged violently at Seraphina!

His posture was so similar to certain unbearable fragments of her memory!

At the same time, the others’ "nightmares" also attacked!

The Split-Mouth Clown before Joy Hughes leaped forward, letting out a silent yet deafeningly terrifying laugh.

It stretched out its grease-painted hands, as if to seize her soul and drag her into an abyss of absurdity and terror!

The apparitions of the "comrades" before Ironhide began to issue silent questions and wails, a frigid Aura of death washing over him!

The absolute darkness before Clayton Quinn suddenly expanded, threatening to completely swallow and annihilate him!

The phantoms of scorched sheep before Lamb let out painful bleats, radiating an Aura of intense heat and destruction!

For a moment, everyone from the Sweet Dreams faction seemed stunned and shaken by the "inner demons" welling up from the depths of their hearts, their movements becoming noticeably sluggish.

Expressions of pain, struggle, and even a hint of fear appeared on their faces.

This was the most malevolent aspect of Dex’s [Nightmare Summoning].

It didn’t just harm the body; it attacked the most vulnerable inner defenses, creating chaos and openings!

Seeing this, an unconcealed, smug, and victorious smile spread across Dex’s face.

He spread his arms wide, as if he could already see the outcome:

"Do you see? This is the power of nightmares! It strikes the soul directly! It shatters your false ’sweet dreams’!"

"This showdown is a victory for our Nightmare faction!!"

"Hahaha! Boss Dex is awesome!"

A few Players from the Nightmare faction beside him also started shouting excitedly.

It was as if they could already foresee the rich mission rewards and the bragging rights they’d have upon their return.

"We’re going to make a killing in this dungeon again! The special products from the Divine Kingdom of Sweet Dreams will definitely trade for a lot of good stuff back home!"

However, their smugness and wild laughter didn’t last long.

Because, just as Nightmare Damian pounced in front of Seraphina...

...the moment that venomous palm was about to strike—

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!!!"

A gut-wrenching, inhuman male scream, one that seemed to contain all the pain and despair in the world...

...suddenly echoed throughout the entire banquet hall!

Its sharpness and agony even drowned out the formless shriek of Joy’s clown nightmare and the bleating of Lamb’s nightmare sheep!

The one who let out this scream was none other than Nightmare Damian, who had been lunging at Seraphina!

And as for Seraphina at that moment...

...her face showed none of the fear, pain, or struggle that Dex had anticipated.

On her face...

...was an extremely complex, mixed expression.

There was excitement, like a hunter who had finally seen their prey step into a trap.

There was glee, as if years of pent-up frustration had finally found an outlet.

The one thing missing was fear.

Perhaps the one who used to be afraid of her "father," Douglas Sullivan...

...was the "little girl Seraphina"—young, powerless, who could only silently endure everything and struggle to grow up amidst repression.

But the Seraphina of today...

...was no longer that helpless little girl who could be pushed around!

She had been through countless life-and-death trials!

She had received the favor of an ancient Divine being and mastered all sorts of Skills!

She was a Player who possessed many powerful Abilities like [Demon Eyes], [Magic Cuisine], and [Scavenger’s Farm]!

And Dex thought he could intimidate her now with a nightmare shadow projected from her past negative memories?

What a... joke!

’The one who was afraid of you was the younger me.’