The Money Given Was Fake

Just kidding.

Lynch, of course, followed the steps and memorized the poem first.

He took a breath and then began to recite the poem.

Listen, these are the silent footsteps, they tread across the eaves, across the treetops, and finally rest on your trembling eyelashes.

Don't resist that slight heaviness; it's not a shackle, but the Evernight that has unloaded all your burdens.

A sense of tranquility washed over them, and both Lynch and Bersha fell silent.

After about five minutes, Lynch closed his eyes and used the Nightmare's ability to directly enter Klein's dream.

A moment later, he said easily, "All done."

Standing next to him, Bersha looked on with envy and couldn't help but say, "If I had known, I would have chosen the Pathway bestowed by the Goddess herself. I feel this Pathway is much more convenient than the Seer's. All you have to do is recite poetry and pull people into a dream to act out the role, unlike me, who always has to go to the circus."

"Then you can earn extra money! Think about it, if you had chosen the Pathway bestowed by the Goddess in the beginning, you would have had to start Sleepless, and all you could do then would be work overtime, not earn extra money on the side."

Lynch said with a hint of envy.

Klein was incredibly envious of him, making money off him. He wanted to go to Klein's club every day to expose him, but his good character stopped him, and he definitely would have done it.

"But I have a big appetite, and all the money I earn goes to food."

Bersha said sadly.

She's only Sequence 9, earning six pounds a week. She gets an extra pound for her mischievous antics outside each week, but that pound isn't even enough for her late-night snacks while she's out!

Lynch sensed the warmth of a kindred spirit.

But he quickly shook his head. It was alright; he was earning thirty pounds a week now, which put him in the middle class.

He can now eat until he's stuffed at every meal, afford male and female servants, and even rent a nice house. He can save money every day by taking a carriage.

Of course, you can't buy Potion; if you were to buy Potion, his meager budget is simply not enough.

He shook his head. Why didn't he leave the Nighthawks squad? It was just so he could coast along and make money.

Klein had left the Nighthawks team, but he still had to find a way to earn money on his own. If he hadn't been reminded, Klein would have even taken small jobs that cost five pounds, and in the end, he would have had to pay more than ten thousand pounds, which was a terrible situation.

"Alright, I'll go upstairs first. You wait here. I'll tell you when I'm done, then you can go up and have your divination done."

Lynch told Bersha to step back, then he Dream Infiltration and knocked on Klein's door.

Suddenly, armor appeared on his body, his face vanished, leaving only two eerie blue flames burning in his eye sockets.

This is the effect of the fusion of the Nightmare and the Warrior; he can materialize a suit of armor in his dream, which will then be synchronized into his external body.

Of course, it's not visible on the surface; you can only feel the armor's resistance when you're under attack.

The blue flames in his eyes were a prank he played on himself; he can now transform himself into all sorts of terrifying forms in his dreams.

He had considered many different looks, but because they were too classic, he was afraid that Klein would discover that he was also a time traveler, so he could only make himself look like this, which would catch Klein off guard and give him a surprise.

A smile played on his lips as he knocked on Klein's door again.

Who is it?

Klein's voice came through.

Of course, it was disguised; in any case, Lynch couldn't find anything similar between this guy's voice and the previous ones.

No, there are some, but at least they're all men.

All I can say is that Klein is amazing; he even changed his voice.

"It's me, police. We're here to investigate the boy who showed up at your house today. We need to ask you a few questions."

Lynch said, feigning seriousness.

The person inside the room stood up, as if they had bumped into something, and then a cracking sound was heard.

"Wait a minute, the vase is broken. Let me clean it up."

Klein spoke again.

Lynch didn't urge him; about five minutes later, Klein came to Door Opening.

Before, you could see traces of makeup on his face if you looked closely, but now they're gone. I don't know which makeup artist Klein found outside, but he learned very well. In just five minutes, Klein took a picture of himself that was unrecognizable.

However, even if it were Klein's own appearance, Lynch probably wouldn't be able to tell easily at this point.

Because his appearance was so terrifying, Klein's expression was now so ferocious that he was unrecognizable even in his original form.

Lynch personally believes that Klein is absolutely not faking it now. The guy's mouth is wide open in fear, he's breathing heavily, and then his hand seems to be reaching into his pocket, as if he's planning to pull out something to kill him.

But Mr. Fool reacted quickly; he withdrew his hand and focused only on running away, as if he were just an ordinary person and had nothing to do with the Beyonder.

Why are you running?

Lynch appeared in the spot where Klein was running; this ability was now under his control, allowing him to appear anywhere.

Klein was pale and ran around in fright. Although he knew it was fake, Lynch just had a knack for creating the effect of a horror movie for him.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and punched Lynch.

Then Lynch lifted him up and slammed him hard onto the ground.

What exactly do you want?

Klein, lying on the ground, couldn't help but ask.

He suspected that Lynch had discovered his identity and, in a fit of rage, wanted to teach him a lesson.

But let's test the waters first, just in case.

"Me?"

Lynch drawled out the sound, then suddenly transformed into his own appearance.

"I was just kidding, trying to find out if you're Beyonder. Scared you? Sorry to see how frightened you are. By the way, do you know this person?"

A portrait of a boy appeared beside Lynch, and he asked gently.

It sounds a bit like Dunn's tone, but Dunn would never scare someone like Lynch and then pretend to be gentle when asking them questions.

How dare you ask me that? I was just terribly frightened, aren't you going to compensate me?

Klein feigned anger.

In reality, he wanted to strangle Lynch.

So cheeky!

He should have been at Sefirah Castle, and had Lynch carry up a hundred pages of his diary to him!

Lynch must have wanted to play the Nightmare, and he succeeded. Now, whenever he closes his eyes, he sees that terrifying, armored ghost, who suddenly appears behind him like a demon and quietly taps him on the shoulder.

"Compensation? Of course, I'll give you one hundred pounds."

Lynch took out one hundred pounds from his pocket and handed it to Klein.

Klein was just about to happily stuff the money into his pocket when he suddenly remembered that he was dreaming and the guy in front of him was giving him counterfeit money. Once he left the dream, it would be gone!

Damn, has Lynch lost all humanity?