My Cell Prison Novel Chapter 1943 - 1941: Origin of the Nightmare

Chapter 1943: Chapter 1941: Origin of the Nightmare

The reason Han Dong’s body was injured,

and almost hurt severely, was because Han Dong refused to close his eyes in ti, stubbornly peering into the most mysterious, deepest, and unique essence within Helen.

Eager to take a glance at whatever it was that could cause an enemy to instantly breach defense, suffer heavy injuries, or even face death.

Finally,

Han Dong had a clear look.

Beneath the twisted, grotesque exterior, hidden was a Living Grimoire, presented in the form of a picture book, vividly displayed to the viewer.

Flooding the target’s body with the most terrifying, most dangerous content, or directly implenting a nightmare blow through the reality intervention ford by the grimoire.

"Cough cough! No wonder just a glance causes such great harm, Miss Helen... You’re actually an evolved form of the grimoire."

Compared to Han Dong’s shock,

Helen was even more shocked.

Due to her beauty, she often receives glances from others,

Helen beca very sensitive, clearly aware of how exactly others were looking at her, how long the gaze lasted, and how deep the fascination effect was felt,

these basic pieces of information could be accurately assessed.

Usually.

Once an enemy sees her "inner nature," if maintained for 0.3 seconds, the effect fully takes hold.

Not to ntion she had beco a king, the threat of the inner nature escalated, with an estimated 0.1 seconds needed to fully activate.

And just monts ago.

Han Dong’s peering into her inner nature lasted a full [three seconds].

During the prolonged gaze, Han Dong not only did not suffer ntal damage, but he also minimized bodily injury, avoiding severe damage.

A perfect evasion of harm indeed.

Of course, what Helen cared most about was that no one had ever looked into her inner nature for so long.

Such three continuous seconds of direct gaze made her blush slightly and even affected the ratio of [Skeleton Society], increasing mating and reproduction rates considerably temporarily.

Before Helen could speak,

Han Dong quickly broke free from the wall, rearranging his severely deford joints, blocking bleeding pores on his body surface, returning to a normal appearance.

While healing his injuries, he asked sowhat impatiently as a curious baby:

"Miss Helen, are you really transford from a grimoire? And why is the grimoire inside displayed in a picture book format?"

"Yes, my essence is indeed[Grimoire]... To be precise, it’s the product of the grimoire’s integration and interaction with the Dreamlands."

"Grimoire and Dreamlands, what do you an?!"

At that mont, Han Dong had no disgust towards Helen’s outer appearance, nor did he regret spending ti under the waterfall bathing together.

Helen’s essence deeply attracted him, surpassing any prejudice, making him only want to know its secrets.

On Helen’s side, there was no rejection; since her body had been fully seen, coupled with Han Dong’s special identity, she had no reservations and proceeded to explain in detail.

"The na of the grimoire is 『Azathoth and Others Horrors』

This grimoire’s main core is based on the world, describing terrible existences erging from the Chaos Interval... akin to explaining life-[Demon]from the perspective of ’human origin,’ expressing true fear through text.

Each word in the grimoire can evoke trendous Fear Value.

Mi University where you teach, Nicholas, had refused to keep this book,

Later, through various coincidences, it ended up in the Dreamlands."

Han Dong imdiately added, "Oh? Did it also fall directly into the Witch Conference, safeguarded and suppressed by the witches here?"

Helen gently placed a finger on her cheek, seriously recalling past events,

"No.

According to my grandmother, this grimoire was too unstable and dangerous; its landing spot was the Dark Side of The Moon in the Dreamlands, also known as the Nightmare Derivative Land,

suppressed by the ’Nightmare Disciple’ Moon Beast and an Old King creating nightmares from that place."

"Nightmares? Negative existences within the Dreamlands?"

"That understanding works fine; these entities living on the Dark Side of The Moon often conduct ’nightmare invasions’ into other areas of the Dreamlands, quite troubleso beings.

But due to their existence, I truly ca into being.

While the grimoire was kept on the Dark Side of The Moon...the[Breath of the Black Dream]representing nightmares was used as the primary substance to Seal the grimoire.

With ti passing, this nightmare essence began interacting with the grimoire.

Even through the process of "Dream Display,"

transforming the terrifying words between pages into more intuitive picture books, forming my consciousness in the process~ woven by[Breath of the Black Dream], shaped based on grimoire.

Primarily dream-oriented, supplented by the grimoire.

Hence, my essence still belongs to Demon.

Grandmother also ntioned that I am indeed part of the Dreamlands~ she did not reject

at all nor treated

as an alien, and the sisters here bear no prejudice towards

either."

"Amazing!"

Han Dong was astonished by Helen’s formation process, unexpectedly discovering such a unique existence beside Green.

"So, how did you later end up at the Witch Conference?"

Asking this question,

Helen’s originally gentle and lovely expression instantly changed, with eerie murderous intent overflowing from various areas of her body, even so bizarre expressions slowly surfaced on her face.

Small Skull Heads constructing her body entirely erged on the surface, each spewing terrifying filants and chill from their mouths.

Han Dong hurriedly added, "If Miss Helen doesn’t want to say, it’s okay."

"It’s nothing,

When my consciousness first erged, curiosity about the world led

to fall into Demon Lair... a guy without a throne imprisoned , watching, playing with, and experinting on my body day and night, eventually wanting to fuse

into his disgusting flesh.

I finally found an opportunity to escape.

Luckily, during my escape, I bumped into the swamp area, stumbled upon my grandmother, and was taken in."

"Pseudo-King, who?"

"Such a disgusting na; I don’t want it in my mory.

Moreover, before I beca king, I personally executed him... actually need to thank him, without the recollection and the pleasurable catharsis from the slaughter, my king transformation might have been delayed."

Hearing this, Han Dong scratched his head, displaying a rather regretful expression:

"Ah~ already killed? Otherwise, we could have used this opportunity for a king warm-up."

Helen quickly returned to a friendly deanor, smiling and replied:

"Such trash doesn’t require Mr. Nicholas’s intervention.

Oh! I heard Demon had re-established contact with the Black Tower, seeming like sothing out of control is planning a world invasion? When are these guys likely coming?"

"Still need to wait for a while,

but when they do, let’s play with them together."

"Okay."

After a deep conversation, most of the gap between them was dispelled, though Han Dong was not very accustod to Helen’s appearance, there were basically no issues conversing.

They started talking about daily life.

Helen was also quite gossipy, talking about the strange relations between Han Dong, Green, Pope, and Sally.

The conversation quickly lasted the entire day.

Helen also put on a "wool coat" effectively covering the outer self.

"The clothes Sally gave , I’ve always kept them around... even had the greatest tailor in the Dreamlands nd and strengthen it, effectively isolating my "outer self," saving quite a bit of trouble.

Once Sally becos king, I’ll definitely thank her well.

This coat can greatly reduce the influence of[Taiji Abyss]on , let’s go~"