"Don't rush, don't look at me. Keep reading. This divine artifact called the Web Forum isn't that simple—it can reveal what people truly think inside. All of this is real."
Seeing that Sleepless Knight was about to say something, Gwenpool immediately stopped it. After all, the brainwashing had only just begun; she still needed to reinforce the treatment.
What if this guy came to its senses later? That would only cause more trouble. Better to give it a heavy dose right now, make it firmly believe her claims, and willingly follow her arrangements.
Even a mere Nightmare like Insomnia could gather a gang like the Sleepless Knights. Gwenpool considered herself far superior to that guy, so couldn't she poach members from the Sleepless Knights and establish a Frenzied Sleep Knights of her own?
Of course she could. In a dark and cruel world, leadership had always belonged to the virtuous.
And what was virtue? Having fists big enough and living long enough.
Hearing her say that, the Nightmare that had turned entirely pink bobbed its centipede section. That probably counted as a nod. Then it continued reading.
Another user had replied beneath the original post, sharing his own thoughts:
"My girlfriend stole my money, then ran off to Greece to marry her best friend. I don't really care that her best friend is actually a three-hundred-kilogram disabled transgender person in a wheelchair whose gender is Walmart Plastic Bag, but she stole the money I made selling cocaine. This is terrifying. Should I call the police?"
Pink Knight roughly understood. These two people were both afraid because they had no money. Sure enough, none of these people's inner thoughts mentioned centipedes.
It kept reading. The next commenter who complained told another story, perhaps inspired by the post above. It was also