Astral Plane, Mulpus.
Within the fantastical Astral Plane, Mulpus, the Dream Kingdom, had reached the deepest part of the Shadow Realm. Its existence had weakened to the extreme; amidst the boundless chaos, almost nothing remained but its final faint phantom.
Just then, a dazzling streak of starlight plummeted from afar, tearing through the twisted light and shadows before crashing into the increasingly illusory astral labyrinth.
"Hmm?"
At the deepest point of Muir Island's dream labyrinth, the Shadow King paused slightly, then chuckled. "You still came after me, Miles?"
"Since that is the case, then perfect... I put so much effort into constructing this Nightmare Dimension. Wouldn't it be too wasteful if I didn't let you experience it firsthand..."
"Where is this...?"
Miles suddenly found himself in a somewhat familiar laboratory, seated in a wheelchair once more.
The familiar scent of disinfectant surrounded him, while Dr. Zander approached him with an excited expression.
"Miles, my child! Look at you! You are so perfect..."
Psychic ability. Psychic Blast.
Bang!
The next moment, with a thought from Miles, Dr. Zander's head shattered, along with his unfinished nonsense, exploding into a brilliant cloud of blood mist.
Red and white matter splattered across the glass wall in front of Miles, slowly sliding down and leaving behind revolting streaks.
With Miles's current Omega-level psychic power, Psychic Blast was already enough to directly blow apart a human brain!
"Can't you people who play with nightmares come up with something new?"
Miles casually cursed, then reached out and violently pulled out a Cerebrospinal Fluid Extractor that was still attached to his own flesh.
The metal needle tore out a small chunk of flesh, yet he seemed unable to feel the pain. He casually tossed it to the ground, stood from the wheelchair, and headed for the laboratory