Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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Just as Freddy let out a cry of despair,

inside the Dusk Bell Church in Switzerland,

Baron Ryan, unusually, went to the bathroom in his own room.

It was because James had been having diarrhea lately, possibly from catching a cold.

Although Ryan knew it was because he robbed the blanket every night while sleeping, he simply wouldn't admit it.

Which noble would ever admit a mistake to a servant?

But suddenly,

Ryan gasped, cutting off mid-pee with pain so intense it turned his face green.

"Damn it, is that idiot calling for Daddy Ryan again?"

"Oh! I get it, it's that idiot Freddy again!"

"Fuck! I'm definitely going to teach it a lesson today!"

Ryan shivered and continued to relieve himself.

But he didn't notice that the water in the toilet was bubbling and emitting a strange aura.

Previously, Ryan had told Du Wei that he, Baron Ryan, had self-proclaimed a territory, which was the Dusk Bell Church.

The power of Wishful Thinking, when manifested in a mentally ill person, is completely out of control.

Extremely buggy.

Devil knows what the territory in Ryan's world view looks like.

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Elsewhere,

after falling into despair,

just before the Horror House turned it into a Puppet,

Freddy disappeared from its spot and appeared in the world within the oil painting.

It first looked around blankly,

then it saw Du Wei smiling coldly.

"Du the Devil..."

Freddy muttered subconsciously.

Then, without any hesitation, it knelt down with a thump.

Its head struck the ground with loud thuds.

"Du the Devil... I was wrong, please don't be angry. From now on, I can only die by your hand. If anyone tries to kill me, I'll be the first to take them out."

Du Wei looked at Freddy, who was frantically kowtowing, and his cold smile persisted, "Really? But weren't you just longing to be in charge of your own life and death?"

Freddy stammered, "No no no, my life and death can only be in your hands."

Du Wei gave it a cold glance, about to speak, but he noticed that in the city's reflection outside the painting, a bus had collided with the Horror House.

The two Strangenesses seemed to have completely gone mad; their previous confrontations had all been invisible.

Like players adhering to the rules.

But now, because Freddy lured all those Evil Spirits into Du Wei's dreams, the target the two Strangenesses were vying for fell through.

Who could stand it...

Du Wei's eyelids twitched; he had a bad feeling.

If he stayed any longer, the city's reflection might collapse.

"I must run."

Immediately, Du Wei fiercely said to Freddy, "Take me into Tom's dream right now, or else I'll definitely kill you."

Freddy's eyes lit up.

Du Wei immediately corrected himself, "No, I misspoke. I will have Ryan harass you 24 hours a day, non-stop. You know he only listens to me."

Freddy's scalp tingled, and it quickly replied, "Yes, I'll take you into Tom's dream right now."

As it spoke, it reached out its hand toward Du Wei.

"Don't get me wrong, Du the Devil. If I don't touch you, I can't take you with me."

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, the pointer pattern on his Right Hand emerging once again.

"You're overthinking it, why would I misunderstand you?"

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Everyone dreams.

There are scholars who specialize in the study of dreams and one of them once proposed a theory.

Dreams are another world.

They are built by a person's subconscious and do not exist in reality, yet they are based on reality.

Illusory does not mean non-existent.

And for Tom, his dreams are also tied to his subconscious.

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Simple and straightforward.

The dream was filled with the bliss of clubs and the Red Light District.

There were scantily clad women everywhere.

It was practically a man's paradise.

When Freddy dragged Du Wei into this dream,

they appeared right in the Red Light District.

With flirtatious pink lights flickering uncertainly.

Many women were queuing up, and at the front of the line, there seemed to be a man sitting on a couch, doing who knows what.

"Next."

It was a man's voice, sleazy but betraying a hint of unhidden weariness.

Upon hearing this, Freddy was dumbstruck, "Du the Devil, your buddy Tom sure knows how to have fun."

"Suddenly, death doesn't seem to matter."

"I want to live."

Without paying any heed, Du Wei walked straight past the scantily clad women.

Then, he saw Tom disheveled on the couch, with sunken cheeks and dark circles around his eyes, looking utterly worn out.

Tom was stunned to see Du Wei, "Bro, how did you end up in my dream?"

"This is unscientific, I'm not even into guys."

With a dark face, Du Wei said, "I just came to say hello, I'll be leaving soon."

Tom then realized, "Ah, that's what it is. You've been gone for almost a week. It seems you're really missing our glory days."

With a sigh, Tom said, "I've always felt it's such a pity that you, as my best buddy, didn't join Father Tony and me in our Red Light District War God Combo."

"But then I thought about it carefully, if you had joined, all the women would want to sleep with you, and Father Tony and I would just have to be green with envy."

He rambled a bit, "Actually, I've been missing you lately. Mainly because there's a lot I can't talk to Father Tony about."

"You have no idea, I've moved on from sniper rifles to submachine guns. Even though it's just three minutes each time, I can squeeze out quite a few three-minute sessions in the twenty-four hours of the day."

"What matters isn't the process, but the outcome."

"We should get together for a brothel visit sometime."

Du Wei watched Tom with great resignation. He had intended to ask if anything unusual had happened in New York during his absence.

But seeing Tom so lascivious even in a dream,

He couldn't bother to say more.

So, he simply turned to Freddy, who was reluctant to leave, and said, "Take me out of here."

Freddy was somewhat conflicted, "Umm… can I stay? I promise not to hurt your buddy. I'll just watch and learn."

"This way of life has overturned my imagination."

Coldly, Du Wei said, "I don't want to say it twice."

Freddy, frightened by his tone, grabbed Du Wei and vanished on the spot.

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In reality,

inside the reception room of the church in the North Brook District.

It was now 11:48 p.m.

Tom lay on the couch, head back in deep slumber, with a smile on his lips that every man would understand.

Father Tony was slumped over the table, snoring away.

In the week of Du Wei's disappearance, the Voodoo Cult had been active in New York. The two of them were itching for some action, but they remembered Du Wei's words when he left:

Keep an eye on that Cult.

So they nobly resisted.

However, in the wastebasket on the floor, those used tissues seemed to be hinting at something else.

Suddenly,

Du Wei and Freddy appeared right there.

A second later,

he grabbed Freddy by the neck and, expressionless, asked, "What are nightmares?"

Freddy had just been in a panic, but upon hearing the question, his eyes instantly glazed over: "It's Du Wei."

This was the Right Hand.

Immediately after, Du Wei said, "You will forget everything that's happened before, then go back to my dream. Without my permission, you will never be able to leave your worldview."

After saying this, Freddy didn't wait for Du Wei to urge him and indeed went back to his dream.

Now, the time was exactly midnight.

Figuring… by the time it returned to the dream, it would just meet Baron Ryan.