After trying one thing after another, Nightmare Coins turned out to work.
Chen Lin inwardly cursed his slow reactions. He should have taken out Nightmare Coins to test long ago. After all, many tasks in the Nightmare Realm could be offset with Nightmare Coins.
Yet when he took out another Nightmare Coin and tossed it toward the Light Gate, the coin bounced back, and the gate no longer reacted as it had before.
What did that mean?
Chen Lin picked up the Nightmare Coin and examined it, frowning.
Before he could think further, the coin he had thrown in earlier came flying back out with a whoosh and struck him squarely on the head.
It was as though he had been locked onto; he could not dodge at all.
A sharp pain shot through his head, clearing his mind considerably.
It felt as though it thought the amount was too little!
If the Light Gate could speak, it ought to have said, "Are you trying to fob off a beggar here?"
That would have fit perfectly.
With that thought, Chen Lin took out a thousand Nightmare Coins, packed them into a bag obtained in the Nightmare Realm, and tried sending them into the Light Gate.
He dared not increase the amount by tens or hundreds, afraid the other party would fly into a humiliated rage and give him another vicious blow.
The previous strike had been a warning. Another might be delivered with full force.
Yet this time, the Light Gate did not react at all, seemingly turning up its nose at a thousand Nightmare Coins.
He raised the amount to ten thousand Nightmare Coins, but the result was the same.
No response whatsoever.
After two fruitless attempts, Chen Lin could only put away his box of Nightmare Coins.
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