At this mont, the forgiveness Wen Xishu received was the inability to die in dreams.
And since the level of reasoning had dropped to 1, which was almost equivalent to having no reasoning at all, even if Wen Xishu was bitten to shreds...
He could still live.
After all, when the mouths in your paintings can turn into abyssal maws, I, Wen, can survive as a piece of minced flesh, with my skull cracked open and still think, quite reasonable.
Once he understood this point, Wen Xishu felt there was nothing to fear.
He began to launch an extre kick.
Yes, even though his lower body hadn’t been stitched together yet, when he issued the command, his leg rose like a pillar, attacking inside the great maw.
Proficiency 1...
Proficiency 1...
Proficiency 1...
He didn’t know how long it took, but the interior of the giant mouth had been completely kicked to pieces by Wen Xishu.
A mass of decaying flesh crawled out from the mouth’s gap, covered in blood and the maw’s mucous.
Gag!
Wen Xishu’s body began to slowly heal.
"Luckily, it’s all a dream, all a dream."
Wen Xishu comforted himself.
In his current state, if there were a mirror, he would surely feel nauseated.
A painting was torn apart by Wen Xishu.
That painting depicted red lips.
When a painting was torn open, all artworks seed to be astounded.
They continued to dance in the air, but for a mont, they no longer blocked Wen Xishu.
Next, Wen Xishu walked several steps toward the painter.
Without any hindrance.
Until he reached the sixth step, a prompt finally appeared.
[Please set your gaze on a painting.]
The second round began.
This ti, Wen Xishu remained much calr; his gaze moved leisurely over each painting.
Many depicted scenes from the town.
For example, there was a painting of the street vendor in town, wiping sweat under the sun, smiling and looking quite healing.
But in a setting where reasoning was at 1, the vendor’s smile beca twisted and ferocious, and instead of fruits, the stall was covered in writhing lumps of flesh.
For instance, there was another painting of several adults playing mahjong in the town’s ga room.
It looked cheerful and gave a warm, lively feeling.
But now, it had turned into four vicious ghosts attacking each other.
For another example, on the street leading to the school, many students lined up entering the school gates. The painting seed vibrant, with countless children full of energy.
But what Wen Xishu saw now were countless children queuing up to leap off the school rooftop, their heads crashing to the ground.
All warm, beautiful, happy paintings beca distorted within this dreamscape.
Wen Xishu quickly selected the second painting.
Because the indestructibility granted by the Weird Sequence · Nightmare Forgiveness made him feel there was nothing to fear.
Moreover, his extre kick had reached Level 2, allowing for multiple attacks.
With Extre Kick · Starry Sky, Wen Xishu could also see the effect of Level 3.
Extre Kick · Starry Sky True Fall, not only could it cause multiple attacks, it could also deal critical damage.
To gain proficiency and reach Level 3, and to see the effect of Level 4, Wen Xishu chose a painting of a bustling street.
This painting should have been filled with the bustling atmosphere, but because of the eerie dreamscape, all the passersby transford into grim reapers.
Wen Xishu had to admit, Nightmare Forgiveness was just like Nico, usually of little use, but in certain special scenarios, it could perform wonders.
These grim reapers had various abilities, so could directly ignore body toughness and cut through Wen Xishu like slicing tofu.
That was the town butcher, skilled at chopping pork, and in his dream for being too repressed, he chopped up his whole family and fed them to pigs.
There was also a ghost that could transform into Wen Xishu, even using Wen Xishu’s abilities.
Another ghost could summon those deceased in Wen Xishu’s consciousness.
They included the town’s makeup artist, and the town’s funeral parlor undertakers.
The abilities of these people, if placed in the actual Slaughter Tower, should be at least of Red House level.
But in the nightmare, none of them could kill Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu was tornted but, having experienced being chewed and revived, he remained utterly calm to any harm.
As the monsters finally began to tire, Wen Xishu started passing through the third painting.
The fourth painting.
The fifth painting.
The sixth, seventh, eighth painting.
Without any technique, relying solely on extre kick and indestructibility.
After boosting proficiency through several paintings... finally reached Level 4.
Since Level 5 proficiency requires 9,999 tis, Wen Xishu indeed couldn’t grind to Level 5.
Now, Wen Xishu’s extre kick could unleash multiple afterimages, attacking multiple targets.
And it possessed critical hit capability, with a certain chance causing the target to enter "armor break" status.
Finally, he arrived in front of the painter.
The painter was still asleep.
The way Wen Xishu woke the painter was simple; he delivered one full-power extre kick to the painter’s head.
The armor break effect triggered, and the painter’s body was slamd away, crashing into the gloomy walls of the art gallery.
His head began to slowly sway, and his eyes slowly opened.
"Who... who are you? How did you co here?"
Wen Xishu suddenly realized he couldn’t speak.
In the dreamscape, in an area almost devoid of reasoning with the numbers down to 1, he found himself unable to speak in front of the painter.
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