Inside the Dream Arena created by Yi Chen.
The farmer had the character for "madness" carved into the surface of his brain. Branklin had deactivated his Pig Man form, retracted his Human Pillar Weapon into his body, and returned to human form in a butcher's apron.
Indeed,
Even Yi Chen's first impression of this greasy butcher, whose oil seeped constantly from between the layers of fat on his skin and whose facial features had been squeezed together by the fat, was terrible.
But after learning about Branklin's experiences, he could still understand the Death Row Inmate.
Yi Chen did not care about much else now. He only needed to know that this man's True Nature was not bad. In such a desperate world with no hope in sight, someone like him could survive longer.
A scar remained on Branklin's face, formed by a perfect Live Slaughter slash.
When he opened his eyes again and looked at the Nightmare Core before him, wearing a Faceless Mask with six tentacles growing from its back, he no longer harbored any hostility.
He naturally uttered two words: "Teacher."
"Mm. Before the organization's higher-ups sever your dream, stay here and help me.
"When the time comes, I'll also share some Nightmare Clues with you. After you leave, you'll be able to give them an account of yourself, and the organization should honor its promise to give you a free body in the form of a cyborg. It won't be your original body, and it will be restricted in various ways, but as long as your brain remains, it won't delay your pursuit of knowledge."
"Yes, Teacher... Teacher, why do you sound like a gentleman?"
"Don't worry about that. Just focus on assisting me.
"Also, your apron-only appearance isn't very presentable, and the grease dripping off