During Freddy the Demon's experiences, the reactions of those dragged into his nightmares varied wildly: some wailed, some expressed disbelief, some cursed him vehemently, some immediately knelt in prayer, and yet others shrieked and begged for mercy...

But the reaction of the man before him now was a serenity Freddy had never witnessed! He stood there casually, his gaze holding a hint of curiosity, a touch of detachment. As Freddy pressed his killing intent and malevolence forward, it felt like a stone sinking into the ocean, finding instead a composed tranquility in his counterpart, a steadfast calmness akin to a snow-laden bow. Fang Senyan slowly raised his head and offered a smile. "Freddy? You must be Mr. Freddy Krueger?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, extending a hand towards Freddy, smiling softly. "Well, I'm quite pleased to meet you. You can call me Sailor." Freddy was momentarily stunned, filled with suspicion, but a vicious glint immediately flashed in his eyes. He cackled, moving forward to shake Fang Senyan's hand. Suddenly, the hand Freddy gripped transformed into his terrifying bladed glove! With a fierce shriek and mad laughter, he yanked hard, and Fang Senyan’s palm instantly became a bloody mess, revealing deep bone beneath.

Freddy roared with laughter, expecting screams of agony, but the man before him maintained the same placid expression. "You are rather mischievous, Mr. Freddy. Is this why you always prefer to enter the dreams of children?"

Saying this, Fang Senyan looked at his injured palm and slowly lifted it. "I suppose I am speaking with you in a dream now. Since it is a dream, these bleeding wounds are merely illusions. And since they are illusions, they can naturally be manipulated at will, subverting the rules of the real world." As Fang Senyan spoke lightly, his palm began to heal rapidly, swiftly returning to its original state!

Seeing this, Freddy’s facial muscles contorted. He knew he had likely encountered a terrifying enemy! It was a given that the dreamscape was Freddy’s domain; he was virtually omnipotent there, with astonishing amplifications in every aspect. Yet, this man effortlessly breached the confines of the illusion and restored his wounds as he pleased. This indicated that his willpower and personal strength far exceeded anything Freddy had imagined! Even more astonishingly, Freddy found he could only penetrate a small portion of this man's mind. Most of his memories seemed sealed by an invisible lock, utterly inaccessible. Even the memories he could reach felt like wading through a misty, treacherous swamp, making intrusion incredibly difficult! What horrified Freddy most was a sense of palpable danger lurking within those accessible memories!

"You... just who are you?" Freddy Krueger couldn't help but take a step back. Fang Senyan smiled and shook his head. "I am someone who possesses the power to destroy you."

With that, he flipped his wrist, resting the Judgement blade flat in his palm. The blinding, brilliant silver light instantly caused Freddy's entire form to shrink slightly, emitting thick black smoke!! Freddy shrieked in terror! He was still in a very weakened state, having only recently been resurrected after being destroyed. It was fortunate Fang Senyan retracted his weapon immediately, or Freddy would have suffered immense, unbearable pain. Even so, after Fang Senyan put away the Judgement, Freddy nearly collapsed to the ground, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath, his eyes wide with fear. Fang Senyan opened his hand sincerely. "See? I could have killed you, but I didn't. Does that prove my sincerity to you?" "What... what do you want?" Freddy managed to ask. Fang Senyan stated calmly, "I want to show you a memory."

What followed was a reenactment of all the data previously provided to the Cullen family. After watching, the demonic Freddy did not erupt into maniacal laughter about humanity’s demise or the world's end being none of his concern. Instead, he fell silent. This was one of the two main reasons Fang Senyan sought out Freddy first: although the demon was cruel and vicious, he was also cunning. Cunning implied an ability to think, and it was precisely people who were good at thinking that were easier to reason with. "Is this true?" the demonic Freddy slowly asked. Fang Senyan replied coolly, "You can investigate and verify—and do I look like someone who would waste time risking death by your hand for idle conversation?" "Then, what do you want?" the demonic Freddy pressed. "Your power," Fang Senyan stated plainly. "Your methods of attack are bizarre and unique. Although your strength is currently diminished, I have a way to make it far greater! My goal is to save more human beings, and the resistance encountered in this process is unimaginably vast. Therefore, I need your power to help me kill, in order to save more lives!" "How do you plan to save them? By building an Ark again?" The demonic Freddy showed unprecedented interest and focus on this question. Hearing this question, Fang Senyan’s heart leaped with joy! Freddy was no longer human; his concern for saving people, which clearly had nothing to do with himself, indicated that he cared about someone in this world! That person was undoubtedly Freddy’s greatest weakness. Whether human, demon, or any other creature, having a weakness implies controllability! The demonic Freddy had to admit from beginning to end that he was a villain—a synonym for treachery and betrayal. If his human weakness could be grasped, then Fang Senyan could confidently enhance his abilities without reservation. "Building an Ark is certainly one viable path, but starting construction now is too late. Even with the entire nation's effort over three years, only four were built. We have no time left," Fang Senyan said seriously. "So, as the world ends in 2012 with earthquakes and tsunamis, the only relatively safe places will be the skies. This is just my basic concept; it requires a large team of experts for validation, but I believe this path is feasible. More importantly, Freddy, if we do nothing, we simply wait to die. If we try, we might succeed." The demonic Freddy fell into deep contemplation, the only sound being the squeak and grind of the razor in his hand, emitting a rusty, unpleasant noise that seemed to mirror the fluctuation of his mood. He suddenly asked again, "How do you plan to enhance my power?" Fang Senyan explained coolly, "Don't you gain power from fear? The more people fear you, the stronger you become. So, all we need to do is record your killing process, upload it online for people to view, and hire some people for promotion. Your power will naturally increase significantly!" Freddy mulled it over for a moment, then revealed a chilling smile. "Very well, Mr. Sailor, you have convinced me. However, my soul activity is somewhat restricted; I cannot stray more than fifty kilometers from my relics. So, if you want me to serve you, you must take my corpse and my razors." Fang Senyan nodded. "Understood. Also, Mr. Freddy, I believe you should change your fighting style starting now." Freddy frowned. "Oh?" Fang Senyan asserted seriously, "Yes. Because your enemies are no longer ordinary children; there might be opponents stronger than me. If you stick to your preferred method of appearing via horror movie tropes, you are undoubtedly giving them an opportunity to heighten their vigilance. Do you prefer a fair duel that ends in bitter defeat, or a sneaky, despicable fight that culminates in a satisfying, overwhelming victory?" Freddy pondered Fang Senyan’s words thoughtfully, and Fang Senyan seized the opportunity. "Therefore, I have several crucial suggestions..."

Two hours later, in the Cleveland area of Ohio, USA. A perfectly straight road stretched across sparse wilderness. On both sides were areas sectioned off as windbreak belts, already planted with drought-resistant vegetation, large fields of rye grass, white clover, and alfalfa hay that swayed like waves in the slight breeze. Agricultural cultivation here relied on aerial spraying, and harvesting was fully mechanized, leaving the areas alongside the road desolate and eerily devoid of human presence. Behind a small rise, a Buick SUV was parked. Inside, three men in black suits, sunglasses, and ties sat casually, talking to pass the time. "I hope the target isn't late. The temperature drops drastically here when it gets dark; it can be quite unbearable." "Relax. The intelligence clearly stated the target is punctual, and this meeting is arranged under the guise of a university chancellor, so he should be here soon." "Boss, it's strange. This person shouldn't be a foreign spy. More importantly, if she were a spy, it would be better to capture her alive to interrogate her contacts; why silence her?" As this agent spoke, he immediately noticed his team leader glaring at him sternly. "Have you forgotten the secrecy protocols?" The atmosphere instantly turned awkwardly cold. All three men leaned back in their seats and fell silent. But strangely, they all felt an overwhelming drowsiness, an exhaustion their bodies simply couldn't fight off, and they successively closed their eyes. The team leader possessed the strongest mental fortitude. He felt something was wrong and struggled to break free from the drowsiness, loudly calling out the names of his two deputies beside him. But his only response was snores. The leader felt an even deeper sense of dread, gritted his teeth, and drew a dagger from his boot, intending to stab his own thigh! Unfortunately, the dagger slid weakly onto the seat cushion halfway through the thrust, because before the leader could plunge the blade, he too had sunk into a deep, profound sleep...