pertwk Chapter 654 24k Pure Gold Pickup Truck
Chapter 654 24k Pure Gold Pickup Truck
Chapter 654 24k Pure Gold Pickup Truck
One world after another was reduced to ruins by my Rotom mech.
I coldly watched the collapse of civilization and the passing of life, my heart unmoved.
Going home is my only obsession.
However... just as I locked onto the coordinates of the next world to be invaded, the reconnaissance team sent back astonishing intelligence.
That world, that ordinary world that I thought was about to become yet another victim, was also developing Rotom mech technology!
Moreover, judging from the scattered information intercepted, their research direction, technical path, and even the conception of some key nodes are strikingly similar to my initial ideas!
An unprecedented chill instantly swept over my entire body.
I know better than anyone how terrifying the Rotom mech would be if it succeeded!
That would be enough to overturn the rules and threaten my plans.
The thing I feared most has happened—in the endless multiverse, another "me" has appeared who could possibly create the Rotom mech!
If he succeeds... if he appears before me with the complete Rotom armor.
If he also harbors some kind of mad motive, that will be the biggest variable on my path to conquest!
It could even be—the end of the world!
In this chaotic space composed of countless dream demon consciousnesses, Natsume calmly "played" this meticulously woven "memory" filled with struggle, betrayal, ambition, and fear.
He could clearly feel that the consciousness of the millions of nightmares around him, like sharks smelling blood, were frantically rushing towards the most intense emotional nourishment in this memory—that deep fear of "another Rotom mech developer"!
"Very good!" A ripple of emotion stirred in Natsume's consciousness.
"The materials are yours. Now, unleash your instincts, my dear succubus researchers."
"Based on this fear...based on everything you've been forced to learn about Rotom armor these past few days!"
"Construct for me, in my nightmares, what Rainbow Natsume fears most—that Rotom mech that might exist and belong to someone else!"
"Pikachu..."
The man with the middle parting twitched at the corner of his mouth, looking at the tragic script that Natsume had written for him without any scruples, holding a miniature camera, standing there at a loss.
When other people write stories and immerse themselves in them, it's all so enjoyable... so why is it that when it comes to Natsume, it's all just tragedy?
However, Natsume's fabricated memories are quite effective.
Tempted by immense fear and facing the imminent crisis of their own demise, these nightmares quickly mobilized.
"Heh heh...heh heh...heh heh..."
"
Almost to the naked eye, Natsume discovered that the Phantom Master Ball Rotom had been created by them.
"Wow, that's incredibly efficient!"
Natsume's spirit form lay leisurely on the sun chair.
Beach, sunshine, and sunglasses—dreams are so wonderful! In a conscious dreaming state, whatever I think of can appear.
He watched the million-year nightmare demon descend into a frenzy with increasing laziness.
"Pikachu".
The man with the middle parting, wearing the Nightmare Armor, had completely lost his excitement.
It reluctantly put the small camera back into its dream space.
It originally thought that if the trainer sank into a nightmare, it would learn what Natsume was afraid of and, incidentally, record the other person's "dark history".
Well, it seems now that it was just another fabricated memory... tricking these poor dream demons into working illegally.
Thanks to its frantic study of the camera's internal structure over the past two days, it was able to use its divine power to create this camera that can record dreams.
"Pikachu".
The man with the middle parting was furious and plopped down on Natsume's spirit body's stomach.
"What do you mean by 'I should write plays'?"
Natsume raised an eyebrow, his sunglasses slipped down, and he looked at the middle-parted man with a puzzled expression.
"Pikachu pikachu pika..."
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The man with the middle parting twitched at the corner of his mouth and pointed to the false memory that Natsume had fabricated.
You've become the leader of the Rainbow Rockets?
You think you're invincible in this world?
The person with the middle parting didn't care about this at all.
What's outrageous is that Natsume described himself as so awesome, yet he didn't mention it at all!
Natsume rolled his eyes.
Why did I bring you along?
Are you going to stick it onto your mecha?
"Okay, I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up if there's any progress."
Natsume's spiritual form closed its eyes.
Although he was resting outside, his mind never stopped.
He fabricated memories for over a million people, and now he's pulled off a major stunt for himself.
Natsume simply couldn't take it anymore.
Consciousness gradually faded...
He opened his eyes again, shaken awake by the middle-parted hair.
"Pikachu!" Look!
The man with the middle parting spoke in a trembling voice, tinged with an incredulous shock.
Natsume subconsciously turned his gaze back to his own world.
Yes, those nightmares are not in Natsume's dream at all.
The reason was his surprising discovery that the main world, like dreams, belonged to the spiritual world and had the same effect.
Moreover, in the main world, I could give these dream demon researchers a back door, and materials would come out with just a thought.
Now, Natsume's will resides in the dream space with his head parted in the middle, while the million dream demons are in Natsume's main world.
As his will sank into the main world, the first thing Natsume saw was a magnificent, gleaming, colossal golden object.
That was actually a 24k gold Pikachu statue!
"You damn Pikachu!"
Natsume stared at the 24K gold middle part for half a second, then angrily grabbed the back of the middle-parted hair by the neck.
"Pikachu..." My mom is at your research institute.
With his middle-parted hair, he blinked and then began to explain in a matter-of-fact manner.
"You're saying that because I'm sleeping too soundly and can't wake up, and those nightmares have suddenly stopped, they'll starve to death from lack of fear if I don't give them something to do?"
The message about the middle parting was transmitted telepathically, and Natsume was slightly taken aback, then his expression turned strange: "So, you were forced to do it reluctantly."
"I've fabricated a story about someone being afraid of setting a high standard for themselves, like 9999 meters tall, 24k high-purity gold, and 360..."
"A Pikachu statue with a flawless, mirror-like surface and a built-in majestic growl audio... is this how they keep these nightmares busy?"
Natsume was stunned, but quickly came to his senses.
"No, how could you fabricate memories!"
Natsume looked down, staring at the middle-parted hair with disbelief.
You can rely on telekinesis, but what do you rely on for a middle parting hairstyle?
"Pikachu!"
As if showing off, the man with the middle parting tapped the Nightmare Armor.
The next second, a black crystal floated out from beneath the pupil that covered the entire face.
"This is..." Natsume's pupils trembled slightly.
The duties of the Nightmare God have been handed over to the man with the middle parting by Cresselia.
"In that case, where is my Rotom armor?"
Natsume looked left and right, and then found his Rotom mech, which was half-built but suddenly completed, in a corner of the main world.
In a flash, Natsume arrived in front of the enormous creature.
This Rotom armor has only a head, torso, and one arm.
This corresponds to Natsume's Phantom Master Ball Rotom, Loreton, and Satellite Rotom.
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