The Gentleman at the End

Chapter 323: Chapter 322 Catherine’s Transformation

Chapter 323 -322 Catherine’s Transformation

Zede actively showcased Frame, representing respect and acknowledging these two opponents, for they had not taken advantage of his presence here and launched a sneak attack on Wrinkle-Skin.

He could sense the changes occurring in the “Nightmare Youth’s” physical body, and this time, it should allow for a longer exchange of blows.

As for the Nightmare Girl, she was no longer as impatient as before, and it seemed she even brought out something new… something that even made Zede feel threatened.

When Catherine used the bright red scissors in her hand to completely cut open the corners of her mouth, the oozing blood completely stained her lips and the surrounding area.

Her twin ponytails on her head came apart on their own, floating around in the air in a dispersed state.

Meanwhile, something fell out of her body.

It was the important tool bestowed to Catherine when she became a circus clown—the “Hundred Treasure Box”.

The body of the box kept expanding as it fell, and by the time it hit the ground, it was almost big enough to fit a person.

At that moment,

Catherine ferociously thrust her hands into her abdomen, brutally tearing her waist and stomach open until it completely severed, letting her lower body fall into the box.

Thump! The sound of flesh falling echoed, and some kind of transformation began to happen within the Hundred Treasure Box.

As a trade or sacrifice for her lower body,

a metal spring emerged from the Hundred Treasure Box, connecting to Catherine’s bloody upper body, integrating her with the box to form a real-life Scare Magic Box.

Not only this,

Catherine suddenly threw out hundreds of Scare Magic Boxes, scattering them randomly in the area.

Ha ha ha! A bizarre and eerie laughter continuously emanated from the different Magic Boxes and Catherine’s freshly ripped bright red mouth.

“The party has started!”

…

At the same moment,

Far away within the circus,

the third leader of the circus team, Mozander, had his defeat in the dream-support room turn into a big fuss, which eventually didn’t go unnoticed and spread throughout the circus.

Luckily, the boss treated it as mere employee recreation and didn’t make much of it.

[Infirmary]

A doctor, wrapped in bandages, spent considerable effort to heal the injuries Mozander brought back from the dream world, and even performed a minor surgery, showcasing the severity of the formidable foe he faced.

Even after receiving treatment, Mozander’s right leg was still wrapped in bandages, needing three days before they could be removed.

Although many people whispered and laughed behind his back, and even some from the circus team tried to use this as a chance to push Mozander from his position as the third leader,

Magician Jian still stood by his side, accompanying him throughout the medical treatment and inquiring about the exact details of what happened.

Jian patted Mozander’s shoulder, “Physical Limit… it’s quite rare~ It’s not a loss to fight against such a guy, and the boss didn’t say anything about it, just focus on healing.”

Mozander didn’t mind, he fully acknowledged Zede’s strength and his own defeat, finding the dream combat thrilling.

“Speaking of which, Mr. Jian, aren’t you going to rescue Catherine? She must have caused trouble. Once her dream is completely skinned, her real body is likely to be exposed.

At that time, facing that guy’s real-life pursuit, it’s not certain that she could smoothly escape back to the circus.”

“Indeed, that needs to be considered…”

Just as Jian was halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped, his expression turning sour as if he sensed someone he disliked and was even more reluctant to approach was getting close.

At the infirmary door,

a man with a shaved head, pitch-black eyeballs, a signature hooked nose, and an extremely exaggerated red-lipped smile, was peeking into the room.

On seeing him, Mozander instinctively shrank his body.

Jian put on his Guy Fox mask again and asked in a cold tone, “Art, what’s the matter?”

Wu-wu-wu!

The member known as Art, humming a strange tune, walked into the room and sat down right beside Mozander’s hospital bed.

Completely ignoring the gazes of the two,

he reached inside his loose circus outfit, rummaging around before eventually pulling out a string of intestine-like, completely rotten fruit skewers, placing them beside the bed as a gift for Mozander, and even reached out to pat his head.

Following that,

Art moved his eyeballs, positioning his left eye on Jian and his right eye on Mozander.

He began muttering to himself:

“Cathy~ no, no~ Catherine! I just sensed Catherine using the little prop I gave her… What situation has she encountered that required my item?

Can you guys tell me about last night’s dream?”

Although Jian found him annoying, he was still a colleague, and Catherine had a deep connection with this individual.

After explaining the situation, Art nodded.

“Oh, physical limit~ To beat Mozander into this state in a dream, no wonder Catherine was in danger… What a troublemaker, there’s presently no suitable candidate for Assistant Clown in the circus.

If she dies, the next performance will be troublesome~

I’ll go pick her up, and if she’s a mess, I’ll have to reprimand her quite a bit.”

Jian directly responded, “This is Catherine’s vacation, and as long as she hasn’t betrayed the circus, whatever she does shouldn’t matter, right?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, both of Art’s eyeballs fixed on Jian.

For a moment, even the atmosphere in the medical room shifted,

and Mozander, the third leader of the circus, cowered at the foot of the bed hugging his injured legs, too scared to speak.

“Hahaha~ just kidding, Catherine’s such a good girl, I definitely wouldn’t harm her. If you’re worried, Jian, you can come with me to pick her up.

She might be so moved that she’ll cry, boohoo! She’s truly a pitiful and adorable girl.

I still remember that day outside the circus, it was raining heavily, and a skinny girl came running to the circus. I happened to be free, so I took care of her, which was really…”

Suddenly, a magic wand was raised, pressing against Art’s neck.

“Mozander just had surgery and is resting, stop making noise! Art, hurry and pack up, we’re going to pick up Catherine soon.

The circus has been understaffed recently, and we can’t afford any problems with such a talented member as Catherine.”

“Phew! Let me guess, there are at least five traps hidden in that stick… Truly terrifying, Mr. Favorite Magician of the boss, we’ll meet later then.”

Art got up, continuing to hum his strange tune, moving his body quickly and then slowly.

Beneath the loose attire, whatever weird physical construct was hidden seemed to sometimes move on two feet and sometimes something else entirely.

Around half a minute after Art had left, he suddenly turned back, poking half his head out from the doorframe.

“Whoops~ forgot to say goodbye to you guys!”

Art tore at his smiling face, revealing yellowed, filth-covered sharp teeth, and kept waving his hand at the two, showing no intention of leaving.

Jian, completely out of patience, waved his magic wand.

Crack!

The door of the medical room closed and was also trapped, unable to be normally opened from the outside.

Once sure Art had completely left the area, Mozander slowly returned to his bedside, speaking in a voice as low as possible, “Mr. Jian, why do you think the boss recruited someone like Art?”

“Our circus travels to perform in various places, including some neutral zones, and even more friendly areas, which are indeed suited for our shows.

But we inevitably perform in some truly evil places, and in those situations, someone like Art is needed to maintain the atmosphere or even perform some crucial suppression acts.

Moreover, as long as the boss is around,

this individual, no matter how crazy, wouldn’t likely cause trouble internally.”

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