So far, it was known that the female ghost possessed two powerful abilities.
The first was reading minds.
The second was creating illusions.
What would happen if these two abilities were combined?
The female ghost suddenly exploded, and then everything around me froze. I reached out to touch the lights, but even the lights were frozen.
Everything I saw in the shop seemed to have been created by an illusion.
At the same time, a bold thought struck me: this illusion included me as well.
If that was the case, then I could explain why the female ghost was unaffected when I shook the Soul-Reaping Fierce Bell.
It also explained why none of the talismans and spells I had used in the room caused any changes around me.
Because I had imagined all of it myself.
In other words, even the me I saw now was fake.
This female ghost had invaded my mind.
Or rather, was she inside my dream? Even I was fake now, nothing more than a form of consciousness.
That explained everything. Everything was fake. In a dream, all my attacks and methods were naturally meaningless, weren't they?
And this female ghost made me think of an incomparably terrifying sinister evil known as a "nightmare."
Grandmaster's Notes contained some records of this horrifying and unusual sinister entity.
It said that it was a ghostly evil tainted by the energy of resentment and curses.
There was even a poem describing its terror.
The night sank black as ink, the sky devoid of light; A nightmare silently slipped beside the pillow. Layer upon layer of phantoms jolted one awake, Lingering dread leaving one's life hanging by a thread.
Fear coiled through the depths of ghostly dreams, As if specters danced in graceful flight. Only when dawn shattered the