I! Cleaner!
Chapter 465 - 403: Going Out of One’s Way

Chapter 465: Chapter 403: Going Out of One’s Way

It’s actually right on the Swamp King’s territory!

Glancing at the scenery of the first layer of the Nightmare World, after glimpsing an endless desolate swamp, the Zealous Miss Snow, who was genuinely envied by several other Nightmare Entities, couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

Compared to the nightmares of the Miasma Deep Forest with human-faced ghosts, the Mirrored Empty Blue Sea with green tide sea monsters, and the Boundless Desert with giant sandworms, the Wasteland of Reeds extended by the Swamp King, although seemingly unremarkable, is definitely the most dangerous among the six layers of dreams.

The swamps in the Nightmare World are different from reality; they don’t follow the rules of the real world and instead closely adhere to the swamp imagery in the dreams. Once a swamp appears in a nightmare, it mostly represents the irreversible "fall."

Therefore, in this boundless dark swamp, aside from the towering white reeds taller than an adult male human, nothing can set down upon it, and any force applied in any direction will be drawn downward.

To exaggerate, even a wisp of breeze passing by would be irresistibly drawn down by the black swamp, with nothing able to escape, and the faster it moves, the quicker it falls, with no exceptions.

Moving in any direction, he will be gradually engulfed by the devouring black swamp amidst the desolate, far-reaching wind of the Wasteland of Reeds, and slowly dragged into the deepest part of the swamp, entangled by countless aquatic reed grass.

Damn human, you’re done for!

...

Strange, she seems suddenly excited?

Seeing the Zealous Miss Snow’s fresh face, unable to hide her joy as she seemed renewed, Leon couldn’t help but glance at her in surprise and then asked:

"Is this the nightmare world extended by the Swamp King? Is the Scorpio Chief on this level?"

"Humph!"

"..."

Oh right, she can refuse to respond.

Seeing the Zealous Miss Snow turn away, ignoring him, Leon simply reached out, patted her shoulder, and directly ordered:

"If you’re not going to say anything, just take me to find him!"

"Can’t find him."

Glancing at Leon’s shoe already sinking into the swamp, the jubilant Miss Snow snorted, saying:

"Outside, I was an observer, barely able to sense anything; now that you’ve dragged me into the dream, it’s no different from being in the Swamp King’s belly; the scent all around belongs to the Swamp King. How am I supposed to help you find someone?"

So can’t immediately rendezvous with the Scorpio Chief?

After hearing Miss Snow’s words, Leon, dropped into the tall reeds and significantly hindered in vision, directly took out the sheep’s head and gave it a pat.

Desolate...

For at least a radius of about two kilometers, there are no traces of soul fire. This black-and-white swamp, where a strange wind constantly blows, seems to have no living creatures.

It seems the Scorpio Chief may not be on this level. Even if he is, he is likely far from his current location, and finding him will probably take some time.

Thinking of this, Leon couldn’t help but furrow his brows slightly.

After riling up so much hatred himself just now, should the King of Nightmares escape the Chief’s jurisdiction to reality, he would most likely rush into the six layers of nightmares to hunt him down.

As the Lord of Nightmares, once inside a nightmare, it feels like he’s returned home; finding his position is hardly challenging, and the Immortal of Liquor may not necessarily settle the matter.

On his side, the greatest support was the Scorpio Chief trapped in the six layers of nightmares; only by meeting with him before the King of Nightmares found him would he genuinely be safe.

It seems it’s time to start racing against the clock.

Clarifying what he should currently do, as the white reeds taller than a person obstructed his view, Leon immediately brought out the Witch’s Broom, riding astride it.

This Nightmare World stretch is quite extensive; the soul vision of the sheep’s head cannot completely cover it, seeking traces of the Scorpio Chief’s activity relied solely on his naked eyes.

Considering the constant strong winds in this swamp, visibility was relatively decent—relying purely on naked eyes, it probably could be over ten kilometers... hmm? What’s going on?

Leon merely ascended to less than a meter high before unexpectedly descending at an uncontrollable angle due to a strange pulling force, crashing back into the reeds with a splat.

Confounded by this unexpected development, the unconvinced Leon tried once more, even employing the airflow shield blessing of the Witch’s Broom.

But the outcome this time was worse; not even half a meter up, he was pulled down headfirst by whirlwind-like forces, landing in the swamp wholly covered in mud.

Strange... could there be no-fly zones or something similar here?

"Don’t struggle; you can’t fly up."

Looking at Leon, whose knees had already sunk into the swamp after falling twice, the tear-streaked face of the Zealous Miss Snow couldn’t help but show a satisfied grin:

"Although you dragged me out of the snow mountain, that’s just an ordinary level three Cleaner. You couldn’t even resist my memory masking, and now in the Wasteland of Reeds after entry, you can only be bound by its rules.

And in the Swamp King’s Wasteland of Reeds, apart from these white reeds, nothing can remain on the swamp, plus the faster you move, the quicker you sink; better stay quietly!"

Nothing can remain on the swamp besides reeds?

After hearing Miss Snow’s words, Leon blinked and then opened his mouth to ask:

"So, if I weave a pair of shoes from these reeds, can I stand on the swamp?"

"Uh?"

Leon’s question made Snow’s head spin, and her icy blue eyes blinked in confusion, causing her smile to freeze.

Only reeds can stay on the swamp, so just use reeds to weave a pair of shoes? This... this...

"Don’t just stand there, start working."

Failing to get an answer from Miss Snow, Leon didn’t hesitate, directly took out a knife and cut down two bundles of reeds, stuffing one bundle into the bewildered Miss Snow’s hands, and then asked:

"Can you weave shoes?"

"No..."

"Then follow my steps!"

"..."

Watching Leon genuinely start weaving straw shoes by crossing the white reeds horizontally and vertically, Miss Snow couldn’t help but feel indignant, regretting she had spoken up.

There was nothing she could do, the words once spoken couldn’t be taken back. Bound by the Unfair Serpent Pact, she could only grudgingly mimic Leon’s method, awkwardly weaving the straw shoes.

Damn it! Making me make you shoes... I’m going to make the most prickly shoes! So painful you’ll regret stepping on!

Filled with malice, Miss Snow viciously yanked the reeds in her hands, wishing they would instantly transform into cacti and prick the foot about to step on them into a sprinkler.

However, just when she was biting her teeth and toiling with the reeds, Leon’s hand suddenly paused, looking at her with a hint of surprise.

"Didn’t you say everything besides reeds has to sink?"

Looking down at the pale feet of Miss Snow standing on the black mud, Leon couldn’t help but frown and asked:

"Why can you stand on the swamp without sinking?"

"Why should I sink?"

Miss Snow snorted upon hearing, saying:

"Even without the nightmare core, I’m on par with the Swamp King as a Nightmare Messenger, naturally unaffected by the Wasteland of Reeds... you... why did you throw away the straw shoes? Why are you looking at me? Don’t come here!"