“Denarion. Others might know me as the Lord of Nightmares.”

The guy, no, Denarion’s laughter was irritatingly similar to Yoon-Hee’s.

“You asshole. No wonder I was having a shitty dream,” Kim Jin-Woo retorted.

If it had been any other day, Kim Jin-Woo wouldn’t have been so crude with his words toward a Deep Floor Noble, but today was not the day.

Whether it was the fault of his dream and the fact that he had been forced to remember his miserable days as a tunnel digger, he wasn’t sure himself. What was clear, however, was that having his subconscious brought forth without his permission left a bad taste in his mouth.

“I do apologize. This is just the nature of my power; there’s nothing I can do about it,” Denarion said with a totally non-apologetic look on his face. Kim Jin-Woo was very close to exploding into a string of expletives, but he played it cool.

“Is this your nightmare? It’s not as bad as I thought,” Denarion said as he appraised Kim Jin-Woo’s dream world, which had shattered at his realization that it was indeed a dream.

“Shut it! You dare to look into other people’s dreams!?” Kim Jin-Woo exclaimed.

“You sure are filled with hatred,” Denarion said indifferently.

Kim...