The guy in front of me was truly terrifying.
"Are you really human?" the dean asked, trembling.
"Yes," I said.
"Then you're truly terrifying," the dean praised.
Even knowing this was an illusory space, being tortured for so long had caused unbearable pain. Yet I seemed completely unaffected.
"For praising me, I'll leave your corpse intact." As soon as I finished speaking, I lunged forward.
The people around us had completely given up resisting. Ever since I said I would kill the master of the dream, they had stood there blankly, without moving an inch.
The master of the dream was dead, and the control over them had vanished. Now, seeing me only made them even more terrified.
I arrived in front of the dean with a long sword in my hand. The sword was ancient and plain, and it was none other than a Spirit Extermination Long Sword.
It was something I had obtained from the Evil Spirit Store. It had cost a fortune and was extremely effective against Fierce Ghosts.
But it could also be used to kill people.
My figure flashed past. I sheathed the sword and said indifferently, "I heard about you from him. Out of fear, you chose to submit to him, curry favor with him, and help him kill people and commit evil."
"Your choice wasn't wrong. Unfortunately, your master can't protect you."
The dean nodded. Her body slowly fell, and blood flowed down from her neck.
I turned and glanced behind me. Everyone around us had already scattered and fled. Those who had lost control were howling like madmen, running wildly in every direction.
Although they weren't insane to begin with, many of them had gone mad after entering dreams too many times.
I couldn't even be bothered to look at them. I