Am I the Type of Person to Break His Word?

Fear often stems from the unknown. Freddy didn't know why Russell could transform into him, nor why Russell could use his abilities, and he couldn't guess what nightmares Russell had prepared for him. So he was afraid, genuinely terrified.

Russell calmly reaped the fear deep within Freddy's soul. At this moment, he changed his appearance again, wearing a tattered yellow Cloak, his face also covered with strips of cloth, and writhing tentacles extended from under the Cloak, like flexible arms tightly binding Freddy, with several tentacles sticking out of his mouth.

Freddy looked terrified. He didn't know who Russell was in disguise. He didn't recognize the person, but somehow, fear was like a collapsing riverbank, unstoppable.

Dark, gloomy, empty, deathly silent...

Freddy didn't know how to describe the yellow-clad tentacle monster. It was so close yet its appearance was so clear, but it always felt like an illusion, something he couldn't describe in words.

There was something else that made his heart pound even harder: even though the other person was quiet and didn't say a word, he couldn't help but imagine a chaotic and insane image of them, and he would be swallowed up by boundless fear if he looked at them for even a second.

Freddy thought this way not because Russell's cosplay skills were so profound, but because he transformed the fear he harvested from Freddy into all sorts of crazy negative emotions and stuffed them back into Freddy's body.

I'll at least give you a psychological scar today, even if I don't kill you!

Using the enemy's power to defeat the enemy, and constantly weakening the enemy, Russell knew he would find it difficult to kill Freddy in the dream, so he could only choose to torture and suppress his power. Evil people don't fear justice, they only fear those more evil than themselves, so there can be no mercy in dealing with them.

The tentacles wrapped tightly around Freddy's neck, and Russell lifted him high. Feeling that Freddy had weakened enough, he began to contact Jennifer through the contract.

"Jennifer, wake me up!!"

"..."

"Jennifer?"

"..."

Holy crap, why does this guy always mess things up at crucial moments?!

Russell was furious. His Character Card was running out of time, and he was reluctant to spend his Wealth Points to extend it, leaving him in a dilemma.

"Well, I shouldn't have relied on her in the first place..." Russell thought to himself that he had misjudged people. He knew Jennifer was unreliable, yet he still entrusted her with such an important task.

Fortunately, it's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. He had a backup plan. Jason was an obedient child and wouldn't let him down.

"Jason, go upstairs and wake me up!"

"..."

"Jason!?"

"..."

Freddy didn't know if Russell had gone mad, but he knew he was on the verge of madness. What were these two doing, a collective rebellion trying to kill him? Didn't they know that when the master dies, the slave cannot live on?

Hiss hiss hiss—

The tentacles retreated to the hem of his yellow robe, Russell's figure blurred, and he returned to his original appearance, his face ashen as he drew the Desert Eagle God from his lower back.

Freddy lay sprawled on the ground, still reeling from the chaotic shadows. He scrambled back a distance, staring at Russell with terror in his eyes. He already regretted entering Russell's dream. He'd thought he'd be as easily fooled as the silly girl from before, but it turned out to be a ruthless monster.

Russell just stared at Freddy silently, cursing under his breath. No matter how he tried to contact Jennifer and Jason, neither of them responded.

Was I in such a deep dream that they couldn't wake me up?

Russell subconsciously pursed his lips; if that were the case, it would be a tragedy.

Freddy twitched his nose, first giving Russell a questioning look, then his eyes Gollum around before he burst into a loud, shrill laugh, "Hahahaha, the taste of fear, the taste of fear! I get it, your power has a time limit, and now you have nothing left... Hahaha, now it's Freddy's turn."

"Tch! A petty person who has gained power is as laughable as a clown, no, he should be called pathetic." Russell spat, raised his two guns, and pulled the trigger at Freddy.

Pfft! Pfft!

The Desert Eagle God's muzzle didn't fire a bullet; instead, it sprayed water outwards, turning Freddy into a water gun.

"Hahaha—"

Freddy laughed so hard he almost fell over, seemingly venting his previous fear. His laughter was extremely exaggerated; after falling down, he even clutched his stomach and slapped the ground.

After a long pause, the laughter stopped abruptly. Freddy stood up and roared menacingly, "Disobedient child, I will repay you tenfold, not a hundredfold, not a thousandfold, for the fear you just inflicted on me."

Rumble!!

Towering black bars descended from the sky on all four sides, forming a square cage that imprisoned Russell and Freddy. The prison's only door was locked, and Freddy was tossing the key up and down in his hand.

"Besides the door behind me, there's no other way to escape..." Freddy turned his head, chuckled, tilted his head back, swallowed the key in his hand, patted his stomach, and continued, "If you don't dissect Grandpa Freddy, you won't get the key to escape. What are you going to do then?"

Russell gave Freddy the middle finger. The dream was controlled by Freddy, and getting the key was just changing the cage. What difference did it make whether he got it or not?

Freddy's face darkened instantly, turning cold. "That won't do. I hate kids who have no sense of humor. Freddy 've decided to kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Russell's vision blurred for a moment, Freddy's figure disappeared, and he was suddenly bound by shackles. The chains tightened, and he fell straight down onto a large bed... a hospital bed.

Russell struggled twice but couldn't break free of the shackles. The scene before him was strangely familiar; perhaps a beautiful woman would sit on him with an ice pick.

Unfortunately, there were no beautiful women or ice picks, only Freddy's scarred face and four sharp claws that were spitting sparks.

Clang! Clang!

Freddy rubbed his paws together, looking down at Russell with a puzzled expression. "You don't seem afraid. Do you have some other way to escape from me?"

"That's right, I can go back to the previous state. If you're scared, just kill me..." Russell looked into Freddy's eyes and said sarcastically, "Just a friendly reminder, my ability has a time interval. There are still 15 seconds until I can use my ability again."

Freddy's expression changed slightly, then he sneered, "Don't try to fool me, you're just putting on an act!"

"10 seconds!"

A murderous glint flashed in Freddy's eyes. He didn't know if Russell was telling the truth, but he didn't dare to gamble. Yet, he was unwilling to kill Russell like this. Firstly, it was to avenge the torment Russell had inflicted on him, and secondly, his power had waned too much, and he needed to harvest Russell's fear to replenish it.

"5 seconds!"

Freddy: "..."

"3!"

"2!"

"1..."

Pfft!

Four sharp claws pierced Russell's heart. Freddy looked resentful; killing Russell like this wouldn't quell his hatred, but he really didn't dare to gamble. He was afraid.

Russell's heart was pierced, and his clothes on his chest were quickly stained red. However, just as Freddy pulled out his claws, the expected spectacle of blood splattering did not materialize; Russell's body vanished into thin air.

Seeing the empty hospital bed, Freddy realized what was happening. He was so angry that he trembled all over. He angrily overturned the bed and roared, "You bastard, how dare you play tricks on me! Just wait, if you fall asleep again, Freddy, will tear you to pieces and imprison and torment your soul for all eternity."

Russell suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in bed, his chest soaked with blood.

He just died once!

However, before the claws pierced down, a Skill Card was used— the Demon Physique Skill Card obtained from Michael!

The Demon Physique gave Russell a chance to be resurrected. When the card was used, he, like Michael, was Immortal Body.

"You two bastards, how dare you mess around when I'm risking my life! Especially you, Jennifer, Jason is still a child!" Russell kicked them repeatedly, waking them up from their unconsciousness.

Looking at the two who stood there helplessly, Russell narrowed his eyes and scrutinized them. "Jennifer, I told you to wake me up, why didn't you obey my orders?"

Jennifer looked completely innocent. "I called out, but you just wouldn't wake up!"

"Then you can hit me!"

That was a bit sarcastic, but given the circumstances, getting slapped wasn't a big deal.

"I hit him too!" Jennifer shrugged. Because of her status as a slave, she slapped Russell, but before she could even touch him, she collapsed.

Russell put his hand to his forehead, realizing that he had completely forgotten that slaves could never harm themselves.

"Listen, Freddy is at his weakest right now. Don't miss this opportunity. You two go to sleep now. When you touch him, hold on tight. I'll wake you up and drag Freddy back to reality." Russell didn't want to enter the nightmare again, but Jason and Jennifer were different. They were Immortal Body and could only suffer some torture in their dreams.

Jennifer crossed her arms and resolutely shook her head in refusal. "No, I absolutely don't want to!"

Russell rolled her eyes at her and fixed her gaze on Jason.

Jason: (._.)

Russell suddenly remembered that this guy was a Deadman and didn't need to sleep. However, not needing to sleep didn't mean he couldn't fall asleep; Russell could help him fall asleep.

Russell clenched his palms into a knife shape, the wind from his palms cutting through the air, and struck Jason hard on the back of the neck.

Bang!

Jason: (._.)

Russell: "..."

"Hahaha, sorry, I didn't want to laugh... but I just couldn't help it." Jennifer laughed so hard she was shaking, not giving Russell any face at all.

As she laughed, Jennifer suddenly noticed Russell's unfriendly gaze. As if she had thought of something, she covered the back of her neck with her hands and backed away, saying, "Don't knock me out! I don't want to see that pervert again!"

"Put your hands down. Don't worry, I won't hit your neck."

"Really? You're not kidding me, I... I'm really stupid!"

"I said I wouldn't knock, so I won't. Do you think I'm the kind of person who goes back on his word?" Russell sneered, grabbed Jennifer's head, and headbutted her.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, swayed, and fell to the ground, occasionally twitching her limbs.

Russell rubbed his forehead, looking rather troubled, and said, "They didn't believe in my character before, but now they should!"