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Freddy picked up the blade and walked toward Mary, while Clary, sitting in the audience, widened her eyes in shock.
Clary's mouth had been sealed shut by Freddy, leaving her unable to make a sound. She could only watch helplessly as Freddy approached her best friend, step by step.
Damn it! Move, please, just move!
Clary struggled with all her might to break free from Freddy's control. Miraculously, it seemed to work—she managed to stand up, breaking his hold. But at that moment, Freddy had already reached the magic box.
Oh no, I'm too late!
In the next second, Freddy's blade was about to plunge into the box. Clary's face twisted in despair.
At the critical moment, the dream world tore open like a piece of wallpaper, and a figure leapt through the gap.
Hearing the commotion, Freddy turned toward the sound, only to see a fist growing larger in his vision.
Bang!
Freddy, the terror who had everyone helpless, was sent flying with a single punch.
"Roy Black!" Freddy roared, a mix of shock and rage. He hadn't expected Roy to barge straight into his domain.
According to Freddy's plan, even if Roy entered this dream world, he'd be stuck running circles in an amusement park, chased by the other three killers. By the time Roy found Ashley and Mary, they'd already be dead, leaving him to collapse in despair, sobbing on his knees.
Well, that was Freddy's fantasy, anyway.
"Surprised? Didn't see that coming, did you?" Roy taunted.
Freddy was beyond surprised—so much so that he reverted to his classic look, equipping his signature clawed glove.
"Roy Black, I didn't think you'd make it here! Perfect timing. I was just about to play a little game with Ms. Parker and Ms. Hill. You can watch up close as my special guest!"
Roy glanced at Ashley and Mary, confirming they were unharmed, then flashed a cold smirk. "Is that so? I've got a different idea. How about you and I put on a show instead?"
Freddy narrowed his eyes at Roy. "Oh? What kind of performance are you thinking?"
"How about…" Roy suddenly accelerated, moving so fast the audience couldn't even follow.
As mentioned before, in the dream world, physical abilities were roughly the same as in reality, though physical-related powers were unusable. So, Roy's agility stat of 85 easily overwhelmed Freddy.
While Freddy had been enhanced, his upgrades weren't focused on physical strength, leaving him unable to react to Roy's sudden attack.
Bang!
The punch caved Freddy's entire face in, though in the dream world, physical attacks couldn't kill him. Realizing what happened, Freddy teleported to the other side of the stage, pulled out an air pump, and inflated his head to restore his features.
Roy didn't press the attack, as he had questions for Freddy. "I'm curious, Freddy. How did you come back to life?"
Freddy, having just fixed his face, overdid the air pump, leaving his head slightly swollen. The comical sight made a few audience members with low humor thresholds burst into laughter.
Freddy, humiliated and furious, snapped, "Roy Black, when you're burning in hell, I'll tell you!"
Hell?
Freddy's words put Roy on alert. Freddy was originally a malevolent spirit close to a demon, with part of Samiel's bloodline, making him a half-demon of sorts. Those he killed had their souls devoured by him.
But now, Freddy was talking about sending Roy to hell…
There was only one explanation: a demon lord from hell had revived Freddy and specifically ordered him to drag Roy down with him. The most likely candidate was the Lord of Wrath, Samiel, since Freddy was tied to his bloodline, and his soul would've gone to Samiel after death.
But that raised another question. Samiel surely knew Roy's strength, so why only give Freddy this much power? Roy didn't sense much threat from Freddy, meaning his enhancements were minimal. It was odd—Freddy at this level was practically a punching bag. Roy could've easily taken him down even during the Silent Hill incident.
Was Samiel really that clueless?
Roy suspected there was more to this, but Freddy was already on the attack. A lightning-fast jab landed on Freddy's face, knocking him to the ground again.
Freddy, the creep who preyed on teens and kids with his powers, was always outmatched against a real threat like Roy.
"This is impossible!" Freddy had assumed his enhancements would let him dominate Roy, that the earlier hit was just a fluke from a sneak attack. But reality told him otherwise—Roy was still his superior.
"No need to rush. I'll deal with you slowly," Roy said coolly.
Freddy vanished again, this time reappearing in the audience and grabbing Clary, who had just stood up. "Impossible! This is a collective dream I built with over a thousand people! Your authority can't possibly surpass mine!"
Roy laughed heartily. Freddy didn't know that Roy had unlocked the exact same ability as him through a treasure chest. When abilities were equal, it came down to stats—and Roy's mental attributes, over 100, far outstripped Freddy's.
"Tell me, who brought you back? Who enhanced you?" Roy demanded, closing in.
Freddy, cornered, pressed his clawed glove against Clary, trying to use her as leverage. "Don't come closer! I know this woman is friends with your girls. If you don't want her dead, stay back!"
Roy raised an eyebrow, seeing the helpless look in Clary's eyes. "You really think I'm scared of you killing her?"
Freddy smirked confidently. "Roy Black, I know what kind of person you are. You like to play the bad guy, but deep down, you're still a hero!"
Roy had no comeback—Freddy's read on him was spot-on. No point pretending anymore.
"Alright, Freddy. I'll let you go if you answer one question."
Freddy squinted. "Ask away. I'll see if I can answer."
Revived spirits like Freddy were often bound by contracts, limiting what they could say. So Roy avoided asking anything too critical to ensure an honest response.
"Was it a demon lord who brought you back?"
Freddy thought for a moment, then nodded. "You guessed right. It was indeed a demon lord."
Roy's eyes narrowed, locking onto Samiel as the mastermind. If Samiel revived Freddy but didn't enhance him enough to face Roy, it meant he likely had another plan. The only question was whether the reckless Lord of Wrath could scheme that deeply.
Samiel wasn't known for subtlety, after all.
Roy began to suspect a cult-like group, similar to the Followers in Silent Hill, might be operating in Los Angeles, orchestrating this whole event.
"Mr. Black, can I go now?" Freddy asked.
"Get lost," Roy replied.
At that, Freddy bolted for the edge of the tent, slashing open a portal with his clawed glove and escaping the dream space.
Roy first freed Ashley and Mary, noticing their bodies were stiff, only their eyes moving. He realized everyone in the audience was under Freddy's control, explaining their silence during the fight.
With a snap of his fingers, Roy broke Freddy's hold. Ashley and Mary, now free, immediately hugged him.
"Roy, I knew you'd come save us!" Ashley cried.
"That was so close!" Mary added.
Clary, also freed, stood in the audience, watching Roy embrace Ashley and Mary with a look of envy. In that moment, words Iris had spoken before leaving Los Angeles echoed in her mind.
"Clary, your talent is remarkable. You have a strong chance of ascending to heaven as a saint."
"Miss Iris, what happens if I ascend as a saint?"
"Then you can become a true angel."
Though Clary carried Christ's bloodline, without Roy's kind of cheat-like abilities, her transformation time was short—likely only a few minutes. Becoming a true angel would mean making her angelic form permanent.
"Miss Iris, have there been saints who became angels before?"
"Of course. Jesus' disciple, Saint Peter, and Saint Lucy from Sicily—they all ascended to heaven and became true angels."
Clary's face lit up with longing. "So, how do I become a saint?"
"First, you must remain pure, avoiding all carnal desires. Second, you must uphold Christ's virtues and never break any commandments. If you do this, on the day you pass, I'll personally escort you to heaven on God's behalf."
Hearing the conditions, Clary froze. She was still a virgin, which is why Iris believed she could ascend. But to become an angel, she could never have any romantic involvement with Roy—which explained why she'd been distancing herself from him lately.
At that moment, an audience member recognized Roy. "Excuse me, are you the Roy Black, the boxer?"
"That's me," Roy confirmed. "Don't worry, everyone. I've got a way to get you all out of here!"
The crowd erupted in excitement at the prospect of escaping this nightmare. Soon, aside from three unlucky souls who'd been turned into animals and burned, everyone else—including Ashley, Mary, and Clary—was sent out of the dream world by Roy.
Then, Roy left the circus tent to track down Freddy. But as he stepped out, three familiar figures blocked his path.
"Heh heh heh! Roy Black, you didn't think he only brought me back, did you?" Freddy sneered.
"Didn't expect that," Roy admitted, eyeing the three hulking killers with a strange expression.
Michael Myers, the first "brother-in-law" Roy had taken down in this world.
Leatherface Jeb Sawyer, another "brother-in-law," whom Roy defeated before winning over Heather.
And, of course, Jason Voorhees, the anti-slasher vanguard, all decked out in their classic looks, wielding their signature weapons: Michael's kitchen knife, Leatherface's chainsaw, and Jason's machete.
Roy hadn't expected to face these three again.
"Perfect. A show this big needs an audience. Stage, appear!" Freddy shouted.
The ground shook violently, and the environment transformed. Stone pillars and slabs rose, turning the area into a massive arena.
Roy, Michael, Leatherface, and Jason stood at the center, surrounded by high platforms filled with roughly 800 audience members—people forcibly pulled into the dream world. After Roy sent out about 40 people, around 200 must have been killed.
On the main platform, Freddy appeared in Roman-style attire. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's witness this grand battle! On one side, we have Michael Myers, Jeb Sawyer, and Jason Voorhees, facing off against Roy Black! Come on, don't you ever feel like clapping without me prompting you?"
At his words, the 800 spectators were forced to applaud, just like the circus audience.
Roy shot a cold glance at Freddy on the platform. "Freddy, you think these three losers can take me down?"
"Mr. Black, why don't you find out? I'm looking forward to your performance," Freddy replied, brimming with confidence in the three brutes.
"You wait. I beat them once, and I'll beat them again," Roy said, smirking at the three killers radiating malice. "Come on, all at once. I'm in a hurry."
Michael Myers, unable to control his emotions, charged first. These three super-killers were high-defense, high-attack warrior types, but slow. Jason had some stealth skills, but in the brightly lit arena, he couldn't use them and had to resort to running.
Michael's clumsy attack couldn't land on Roy, whose combat experience was vast. Roy kicked Michael's knee, but Michael only staggered back slightly.
That defense…
Roy hadn't gone all out, using maybe 90% of his strength. But a force of 90 was already terrifying, and Michael withstood it, suggesting his constitution might exceed 100.
No wonder Freddy was so confident. It seemed a demon lord had heavily enhanced these three, likely pushing their strength and constitution past 100, with only moderate boosts to agility.
Then, Leatherface and Jason's attacks came roaring in!