When I opened my eyes, the room was pale.

In the starless sky, visible from the large window on the left hand, there was a thin moon like the eyes of the Cheshire cat, and everything was dyed pale.

My face is so hot that it melts. It was as if it was covered with countless tiny flames from under the skin.

The man looked sideways at his tired side of the window and looked back at what had happened to him.

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The men chose a moonless day to attack the woodland where the werewolves lived.

The guide was an old man who was familiar with the Night Forest and dragged his foot by the name of Fuseslav, who had a grudge against the werewolves.

On the day of hope, the werewolves, who can take on only a thousand people by themselves, are also distinctly fragile on the day of sakura.

And they numbered less, and with the help of the forest there was one, and one, and the neck was cut off, and the number was reduced, and in the end there stood a man of attackers before a woman whom they thought to be the queen.

"What the hell are you doing here?

The woman did not look afraid, and asked the man so with a majestic voice.

The man silently repositioned the huge sword and filled the gap between him and her.

With the pressure exerted by the woman, the time stretched like a hot candy, and the space rapidly increased its density and stuck to the body.

That's not what I heard. We can no longer end here. "

After a moment thought to be eternal, the sound disappeared from the surroundings, and the sound of fierce strife was now just as loud as the tide.

"Is that all you have to say?

When he asked the man, he smiled at the woman and the fairy smile, and spilled the word of curse from his lewd lips with a voice that was like the power itself.

Whatever you do must be rewarded.

The words spoken penetrated the man's body with great power and destroyed numerous protective gear.

The man waved down his sword as much as he could, without worrying about the broken equipment and himself, and watched the woman turn into two - he lost consciousness.

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Judging by the moon, it didn't seem like that time had passed since then.

A man with a terrible thirst tried to call someone, but could not speak properly.

I had no choice but to stand up with my fluffy feet on the edge of the bed, dragging a heavy chunk of meat as if I were swallowing lead, and then I opened the door.

The door to the left is a dead end. Apparently, this was the kind of room that was getting stuck in this building. To the right, a hallway stretched far beyond, and just outside the big window a little further, a world of just a pale desert.

The man began walking along the hallway in search of a figure.

--When the hell is this place?

As a result of the last curse, I felt like the queen's lewd lips were crawling under her gums and growing big while eating and scattering her gums.

Behind his lips, a sea lion hangs, gradually whitening and spreading blood and pus.

--A reward?

The lips swelled up a lot and gradually became unsuitable for the lower lips, and the eyes gradually buried in the flesh, and it felt like the field of view was narrowing.

As the cheekbones are poured into a small herd of flames, they gradually burn and melt.

At some point, the moon hung outside the window, as if I had become one piece of rotten flesh. At the end, I no longer knew how much I had walked, and I saw a door on the right.

I felt like there was something going on there, and I accelerated my feet. Just a few moments later, I was able to put my hand on the knob of the door, and when I thought about it, the knob of the door made a noise and rotated.

I'm still touched (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) and (...)!

So it was the woman who came out the door.

The moment she looked at me, her eyes were wide open and she froze her expression with fear, and then she screamed like scratching the glass.

Behind me? Is there something in there? Damn, I don't have any weapons!

I decided to prepare and quickly looked back and saw a monster whose right (...) half (...) minute (...) face was turned into something (...) that wasn't human towards the window!

As soon as I jumped on it, the moment I lowered my hips, I saw the opponent moving exactly the same way.

- I screamed.

Wow!

I jumped up in a surprised voice and unexpectedly checked my face with both hands. There you can feel your usual, unusual face.

The world was there, as usual, except that the back of the T-shirt was wet with sweat.

"... what a dream."

I was breathing deeply when I fell back into bed again to rebut the impression of my dream fading rapidly from the top of my consciousness.

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- What a dream.

I woke up sweating on my bed and saw David sitting in a chair looking at me in the corner of Isabella's eyes.

What's wrong?

That man is so distorted.

Dreams are basically the expression of a person's situation, aspirations, and deep consciousness.

The world of the blue, the extermination of the werewolves, and their own half mutated by the curse. What the hell are you going to do? She would have been convinced that the bodies of the missing women had been frozen in the basement of the building across the street.

”Nightmare” Isabella.

As her name suggests, she is the owner of an unknown skill called Nightmare.

It was like a kind of empathy magic where you could enter the dream of the last person you kissed and manipulate the dream into complex (...) miscellaneous (...) lu (...) lu (...).

Anything in your dreams, any secrets can easily be revealed if you have the right situation in place.

Since she was able to use this power, she has taken many men and destroyed them.

She used this skill to be (...) (...) (...) (...) acquired by a man of the Explorer she used to date.

Some skills are deadly. What kind of skill is "Nightmare"? For a man, it was revenge.

So it turned out to tailor a little bit of a glamorous playgirl to a real fam fatal.

It was unquestionably the strongest human being, but she used her abilities only for herself. I didn't know how else to use it.

That's why nobody knew about it - it was supposed to be. Until I met the man sitting there.

"Anti-social desires and perverted behavior are in everyone's heart, right?

David knew humans to the extent that he thought they were rare liars.

"The fucking psychiatrist?

Fufu, her nose snorted and she threw up in hate.

Considering the psychiatrist who divulged the information to this man, even though it is still difficult to suppress the annoyance, there was no great dissatisfaction with the current environment where luxury can be achieved by listening to this troublesome man.

Beauty decays. She understood the matter well and was afraid.

Before that, I was anxious to do something, but anxiety about what to do was one of the triggers for what she called a fucking psychiatrist.

"I've been through a lot with people called celebrities... well, I don't know what to say, it was quite different."

David raised his eyebrows, but didn't ask what it looked like. I'm not interested in such a place.

So, what do you got?

"Nothing. I didn't even talk to him, and he and only one woman appeared besides the memoirs. He had dreams in a dead city where nobody was there, and then he just walked."

David didn't understand the situation at the moment, but it didn't matter so far.

"What about Phantom's shadow?

"Not at all."

If there was room for Phantom to appear in that dream, he would literally stand like a ghost in the pale desert.

"Anyway, I know about the wavelengths of that guy, so I just need to create a situation where I need Phantom and have him call me."

"How long will it take?

"First we need to set up the situation where Phantom will be needed and investigate the details of the world… If we set the location as a dungeon, we need more information about the dungeon."

Rebuilding a familiar world is as easy as not requiring an explanation of the world, but the details can be skeptical if not quite created.

Conversely, if you don't know the world well, you don't care much where you were lying, but now you need an explanation of the world.

I think it would have been a month's work, right?

That's impossible.

Primarily due to physical distance limitations, the second floor of the apartment just behind the target's residence was temporarily borrowed by friends (...) of DGSE (France's Directorate-General for External Security), but the apartment was a strange place with many suspicious foreigners entering and leaving.

It was a mystery why the DGSE owned such apartments in a timely manner, but apparently the target people seemed to be under surveillance by intelligence agencies around the world, and it was actually difficult to do the work and I had no choice.

Either way, we're not going to work with the DGSE team, and we need to return them soon.

If there is a world without details that can be used without major discomfort, we can get started soon.

Hearing Isabella say nothing like that, David put his arms together.

A world where phantoms are needed and environmental details are not needed.

It's such a convenient world.

There is.

What?

"A world where phantoms are likely to be needed and where there are no environmental details."

Hee

A 'no' world, not a 'no' world? Isabella hammered on guard.

When this man looks like this, he comes up with something worthless. I've only been with her for about a year, but she knew it well.

This man's lust for money and power was greater than human beings, but his lust for dominance far outweighed it. Above all, I like to see people dancing on my palm.

It looks like you treat a woman like a tool and have selfish sex, but in fact, you want to serve her with care and surrender her with pleasure. At that time, we will not choose the means. Medicine, tools, everything. Should I say "service sad"?

After all, David and Isabella were afraid of each other. Thanks to this, we were able to maintain a perfect balance. Above all, try to make money.

So David started explaining to her what he had come up with.