Chapter 453: Ninety-Fifth Floor, Waiting Room (2)
Endless darkness greeted me.
It was suffocating to the point I couldn’t see even a single step ahead of myself. Moving forward on instinct alone, I trod cautiously, one step at a time. Something unseen wound tightly around me. It felt like invisible coils were constricting me, and my breathing grew shallow and uneven.
I couldn’t tell how long I wandered before a crimson gleam tore through the void unannounced. I instantly recognized it as some living creature’s eye.
The luminous red pupils resembled those of a dragon, and the instant I met their gaze, a lingering sense of familiarity struck me. However, in that same moment, I froze stiff. Those burning eyes surged toward me as if to swallow me whole, closing the distance in an instant. A diagonal slash blazed right before my face.
...!
When my eyes flew open, I was staring at the ceiling of the waiting room. For several heartbeats, I was left speechless. It had been a nightmare. Well, to be more precise, it felt like I had suffered from a sleep paralysis demon.
Due to my stress, I had forgotten to even breathe. Still lying on my back, I started breathing in raggedly as my chest heaved. Cold sweat slid down my cheeks and across my back, which was still pressed against the bed.
What was that?
Nightmares and cold sweat were both rare occurrences for me. After reaching a certain level of strength, they had stopped altogether. My supernatural physique hardly got sweaty, and as my spirit strengthened, such nightmares never took place.
No, thinking about it carefully, this wasn’t simply rare. I hadn’t experienced anything similar in recent times.
From the first floor up to perhaps the fortieth, I did occasionally dream and have such nightmares.
Back then, the faces of those I had slain often surfaced in my sleep. As my resolve solidified, they stopped appearing entirely.