The four elite gentlemen dressed in "sleepwear" had already negotiated terms with the "breeder," Branklin, the moment they entered the dream.
As long as their team could excavate a small amount of useful information from the Nightmare Room, Branklin would gain control over his prosthetic body once the mission ended and would no longer have to be immersed in a liquid tank.
They had also received Branklin's verbal assurances that he would not cause trouble and would cooperate seriously.
Yet they still held a deep prejudice against Branklin.
At first, they grew irritated after repeatedly failing to create a stairway because they were unfamiliar with the endlessly looping dream space. During those moments of agitation, they could always hear the sound of oil dripping from Branklin's body, see sweat-soaked footprints left on the ground, and smell his body odor intensifying from the heat his flesh gave off. The friction between them thus continued to grow.
Combined with Branklin's huge, greasy appearance, this gave rise to a sense of annoyance in every member of the team.
That annoyance continued to increase with the passage of time and the growing number of Nightmare layers.
At first, it only made their tone more cutting.
Gradually, some of them stopped calling him "Branklin" and began referring to him as "Fat Pig."
They began demanding that Branklin keep the oil inside his body under control and stop secreting it, but he stated that he could not do so. Oil secretion was like breathing—a spontaneous bodily function.
He had always secreted oil at all times. He had merely relied on the Gentleman's Attire to absorb it.
Once the clothing's storage capacity reached its limit, he would secretly find somewhere to drain it or collect it in oil drums, then sell it to shops in the lower