Black Flame burned, thick smoke billowed, and the air was full of choking particles.
Flathead dropped to the ground, pulled a crumpled cigarette from his leather jacket, and lit it with trembling fingers.
"Phew—I never thought we'd actually pull this off." He looked at the Nightmare Demon Ashes scattered across the ground and sighed. "But we shouldn't stay here. Let's hurry back to the Shelter through the sewer."
"The Shelter might not be safe either." The Boy was just as exhausted. He rubbed his head. "Sir Xia Lun, what exactly is this way you mentioned to leave this place for good?"
Xia Lun said nothing. He was wholly focused on tallying his gains.
What a haul!
He had thought this multiplayer Scenario would yield nothing that could truly excite him. Only after entering the Nightmare Layer of the deep dream had he realized how wrong he was.
Using the One-Way Killing Door, he had burned eighteen Nightmare Demons. As pure Echo Creatures, each was worth nearly 900 Memory Points at a minimum!
Counting the One-Way Killing Door, which had burned itself out, along with the Man in the Flesh and Streetlight Head, whom he had killed with Echo Attacks fueled by his lifespan, he had earned 19,100 Memory Points in this one run!
Add in the Fading Graffiti he had killed, the Holocaust Bishop he had taken down in the Cycle Layer, and a few scattered gains, and he had effectively traded nine years of life for nearly 25,000 Memory Points and one Free Attribute Point in this Scenario!
In short, those nine years had been well spent. He had made a killing!
Turns out the quickest way to get rich is to use your head... Xia Lun made the grim joke to himself, then continued reviewing his other gains.