Ved's consciousness entered the dream star of one of the nobles. A son of a knight of the empire.

The man was only a rank 3, his dreams were filled with nothing but desires of indulgence. Ved had no interest in that.

He crushed the dream and drew his memory crystals using it conjure different dreams. Through those dreams he was able to access the man's memories.

Ved watched, his face scowling in disgust with every memory he went through. He returned back to the dream island.

In a huge bedroom decorated in red. The man lay in bed surrounded by naked beautiful women.

Some of these women were humanoid forms of the beasts race. Ved drew closer to the bed and stood above it.

None of them could see him yet then he revealed himself. The women didn't react, since it was a dream they could only act according to the man's desires.

And he obviously desired them to be submissive pets who only act to satisfy him. However the man did react.

" Who are you?" He asked with panic. " Your nightmare." Ved replied then he raised his hand to attack the man.

However before he did, he stopped. He could feel a terrifying presence all around him. " It's more terrifying than I expected."

Ved knew this presence, it was called a dream guard. A special entity that protects the souls of dreamers.

He didn't think it would be this powerful. He was certain if he dared try anything, he would die instantly.

He sighed, ' It seems I can't physically hurt them, well no matter.' His split consciousnesses all over the dream realm acted as one.

They each drew every fear crystals the targeted people had and combined them on the dream island.

Giving them the worst nightmares they could ever have. Ved genuinely wished he could personally construct their nightmares.

Of the 14 563 234 people on the city, 3 543 721 of them were the people Ved was looking for.

The rest were safe, they weren't good people but he didn't care, as long as they didn't torture or unjustly murder his people, he didn't care what they did.

Then Ved left the dream realm, however he used the dream mist they inhaled alongside the will infused into it to construct cages in their minds.

Of course he couldn't do this with only one avatar. Neither his will or mental energy were enough to trap the minds of so many people.

So he summoned a second avatar increasing both the strength of his will and mental strength by two.

When the moon stood at it peak above the world he snapped his fingers waking up all those whose fates were sealed. Their bodies woke up.

They could see and feel everything but they had zero control over their bodies. It was the greatest torture of the mind.

" Let the show begin." Ved smiled. He opened his mouth and mist spilled out covering the entire city in seconds.

This was another form of the dream mist but it had no other function other than to enhance people's fears.

Before the sun rose, the people on city were woken up by humming voices. " What happening?."

They went out of their houses and headed towards the city gate. The old priest frowned and his body flickered.

He moved so fast he appeared near the city wall almost instantly. What he saw chilled his heart.

Anger bubbled inside him. " He..he is back." He heard a man next to him whisper in quivering voice.

The man's body was shaking uncontrollably with beads of sweat falling down his face. This was one of the low lives of this backwards place.

" Who is back?" The priest asked in a chilling voice. " Who did this?" The priest was really furious, almost all of his priests and nuns were there.

The man shook his head. " I can not say his name, he will know." The old priest felt his anger rise to new heights.

" If you don't tell me now." He looked at the man threateningly but the man still refused to say as if saying the name would send him to deepest depth of hell.

The priest frowned. The harmonious humming continued, sounding eerily like the singing of the ghost choir of the nameless of the dreadful.

Everybody looked at the humming people with fear. It was worse for those who had been born back then. They whispered the name of the beast of vengeance in hushed voices.

The priest heard them. " Beast of vengeance?" He frowned and memorised the name. Whoever did this, had done it before.

He looked at the people humming. Over 3 million people crucified on massive white crosses.

Their blood dripping off the crosses like tears forming pools of blood below them. They were naked with bloody Roman numerals carved into their bodies.

Some had so many numbers there was barely any part of their bodies not carved. Their bloody nails implied they carved the numbers themselves.

Tears of blood streamed down their cheeks from their empty eye sockets. What was more terrifying was that it was obvious they had gouged their own eyes out.

As their humming continued the fear in everybody's hearts grew stronger and stronger.

Some could no longer handle it and fainted. Illusions of their worst terrors briefly appeared on their minds.

The priest watched everything with a grim face. He had scanned these people with his soul sense and found nothing out of the ordinary.

It appeared as if they did this to themselves willingly but he knew that was not possible. Some of these people were spoiled nobles and greedy merchants.

They would never hurt themselves under any circumstances. Somebody was behind this,that beast of vengeance they speak of.

He had tried to ask more about it but these cowards were too scared to even talk. Fortunately none of these people were dead yet.

There was still a chance to save them, healing wounds like this would not be hard for the church.

The priest could imagine the backlash if he let so many nobles and church personnel die under his watch.

He swore under his breath he would find this beast or whatever it was called and kill it himself.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts the humming suddenly stopped. The crucified people raised their heads and looked directly at him and smiled.

Their mouths had no teeth, their bloody smiles that could give a grown man nightmares were all directed at him.

Seeing millions of empty sockets staring at him with creepy smiles, even he felt a wave of fear assault his heart.

Then all at once, they held their breaths and stopped breathing. Normally people of their levels could hold their breath for a long time.

However even a projection realm like him cannot survive forever without oxygen. Eventually they will die.

The priest could no longer stand and watch. Just as he moved to help he heard a voice whisper in his mind

' I wouldn't do that if I were you.' The voice echoed with amusement.

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