A nightmare.
Something Yi Chen had abandoned long ago.
During his time at the orphanage, if a nightmare turned the teachers into monsters or deliberately created frightening scenes, Yi Chen would actually feel comfortable and amused. It was the reality of the orphanage itself that brought him greater pain and fear.
Gradually, Yi Chen almost stopped having nightmares.
To adapt to the high-pressure life at the orphanage, even the frequency of his dreams gradually decreased. His body adapted, and every night he entered an efficient dreamless sleep.
Even after arriving in this diseased world, he still rarely dreamed and had never had a nightmare.
Yet the nightmare just now had left Yi Chen drenched in sweat, as though it had truly happened—as though his flesh had really been cut open and someone had actually worn him as clothing.
The liquid on the table was giving off black smoke. It was none other than the dead pus his brain had unconsciously secreted after being stimulated by the nightmare.
"Something's wrong. Something must be affecting me.
Such a vivid nightmare couldn't have appeared for no reason. The nightmare's theme was that I became clothing. Could it be related to 'Gentleman's Skin'?
Ever since I became a gentleman, I've worn clothing almost every moment. Even when I sleep, the clothing can evolve into a sleeping-bag structure and provide me with a comfortable sleeping environment. During missions outside, I practically wear it twenty-four hours a day.
So I developed some kind of 'dependence' on clothing?
Because the clothing was being remade, I hadn't been able to wear it for more than ten days. Did my dependence on clothing cause that nightmare?"
With his doubts in mind, Yi Chen left the Basement.
It was already noon the next day. After sleeping for such a long