"How will the assessment work?"
Catherine continued scratching her head with her fingers. It seemed to be a new habit of hers. Whenever she thought, her brain would itch—or rather, the other female bodies integrated into her brain would squirm as she thought, creating an itchy sensation.
"According to the usual rules, applicants who come here to choose my factory have to meet two conditions. First, they must fall asleep while experiencing some form of extreme agony. Second, they must remain asleep for more than an hour.
"But that should be easy for you, right?
"So I'll extend the required sleep time. If you can hold out for six hours, I'll give you the Fear Collectible. How does that sound?"
When Catherine stated the conditions, William shook his head.
"I've already experienced nightmares in Zion. Six hours is too long for me. I've only just become the Magician's Assistant, and I haven't even figured out my direction yet. I can't waste too much time here.
"If I miss the most important 'opening show,' the loss won't be something a Fear Collectible can make up for."
"Ah~ I see! I'd already planned out six hours of dreams~ Ugh, this is so annoying!" Catherine accidentally tore all the skin off the back of her head. Beneath it were densely packed female faces, each about the size of a rice ball.
But once the back of her head was exposed, Catherine, whose multiple brains were thinking together, immediately came up with a plan.
"Then let's make it one hour!
"But you'll have to cooperate actively. Accept the nightmare and don't resist mentally in any way. I'll lead you into a 'deep nightmare' and let you experience the entire process of my first visit to the Clown House, compressing the whole experience into an