Chapter 42 – Sommeil
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Jack, Evelyn, and even Lune were left frozen by the surreal scene before them. A man clad in pink pajamas, of all things, stood nonchalantly in a pool of blood belonging to the enormous snake he had just felled with a single strike. Even the strangest of dreams would fail to conjure such an absurd image, and his casual words only deepened the strangeness.
"Are you two lads doing good?" the man asked, as if he hadn't just cut down a monster that could level a building. His tone was cheerful, unbothered. "What a crazy night this has been. When I first heard the news, I was like, 'Damn, are my dreams getting more vivid these days?' But hey, it's kinda relieving that it isn't a dream—it's real. Ah, I miss killing monsters."
He cracked his neck with a lazy motion before glancing at the severed snake's head.
"Hm, this thing's a big one. You're lucky it didn't just swallow you whole and boil you into soup. Am I right? Hahaha!"
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