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Chapter 546 Clown



Fein stood on the dusty ground, his sword drawn and glinting in the sun. He faced his opponent, a dark figure that emanated an aura of malevolence. The trickster wore a wicked grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Fein spoke first. "I see you\'ve come to meet your doom. Your tricks won\'t work on me."

The trickster chuckled. "Oh, but they will. I\'ve got a few new ones up my sleeve." He disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and Fein braced himself for the attack.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past Fein, and he felt the sting of a blade grazing his cheek. He spun around, only to see the trickster standing behind him, grinning with delight.

Fein regained his composure and charged toward the trickster. Their swords clashed, the sound ringing across the desolate wasteland. The trickster\'s movements were erratic and unpredictable, and Fein struggled to keep up.

"You\'re not as smart as you think you are!" Fein shouted.

"Neither are you!" the trickster replied. "I\'ve already got you figured out." He feinted to the left, and as Fein followed his movement, he struck from the right, catching Fein off guard.

Fein grunted in pain, but he did not falter. He continued to fight, determined to best the trickster. The battle raged on, with each of them using every trick they knew to gain the upper hand.

Fein finally saw an opening and lunged toward the trickster, his sword aimed for the heart. But at the last moment, the trickster vanished into thin air, leaving Fein to stab the empty air.

Fein spun around, trying to locate his opponent. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and he stumbled forward. He turned around to see the trickster standing behind him, a wicked grin on his face.

"You may be smart, Fein," the trickster said. "But I am smarter. And you\'re about to find out why."

Fein tried to fight back, but it was too late. The trickster had outsmarted him, and there was no escaping his fate. The last thing Fein saw before everything went black was the trickster\'s triumphant grin.

Fein suddenly woke up, his heart pounding in his chest. He realized that it was just a vivid dream, but it felt so real that it took him a few moments to shake off the feeling of being in a fight.

As he sat up, he glanced at his sword lying next to him, as if expecting it to have been used in the dream. But it was just a dream, he thought to himself, feeling relieved.

Yet, the dream had left an impression on him, and he couldn\'t help but wonder about the message it might be conveying. Was it telling him that he needs to be more vigilant, to watch out for those who might try to outsmart him? Or was it just a product of his overactive imagination?

Fein shook his head, dismissing the thoughts. It was just a dream; he reminded himself. Nonetheless, he couldn\'t help but feel a sense of unease, as if a warning was being sounded. He resolved to stay alert, to keep honing his swordsmanship, and to always be ready for any situation.please visit

With that, Fein got up and began his day, determined to make the most of it and to keep striving towards his goals, whatever they might be.

He stood there for a few moments, trying to shake off the dream that felt all too real. As he yawned, he couldn\'t help but wonder about the identity of the clown in his dream.

He had never seen him before, but the man\'s sinister laughter and malevolent gaze had sent shivers down Fein\'s spine. He couldn\'t help but wonder if the clown was a figment of his imagination or if he was a real person.

Fein got out of bed and went outside the tent, looking out at the still-dark red hellish environment of the ninth floor. As he stood there, lost in thought, he couldn\'t shake the feeling that the dream was a warning, a premonition of something dark and sinister to come.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and turned away from the hellish environment. Fein knew that dwelling on the dream would do him no good. Instead, he decided to focus on the day ahead and the tasks he needed to accomplish.

As he got dressed and prepared for the day, Fein couldn\'t help but feel a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach. He knew that the clown in his dream was more than just a figment of his imagination. He could feel it in his bones.

Determined to get to the bottom of it, Fein decided to find a way, search for any clues or leads that could shed light on the identity of the mysterious clown from his dream.

Fein sat on the couch, his pet bear Voli by his side, while his girlfriend Sofia listened intently to his account of the strange dream he had just experienced.

"I don\'t know what it means," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "It felt so real, like I was really there, fighting that clown."

Sofia placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It\'s okay, Fein. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you."

"But what if it wasn\'t?" Fein asked, his eyes wide with concern. "What if it was some sort of vision, a warning of things to come?"

Voli let out a low growl, sensing Fein\'s unease, and nuzzled his head against his owner\'s leg.

"I don\'t know, Fein," Sofia said, a hint of worry in her voice. "But whatever it is, we\'ll face it together. You, me, Aoi, and Voli."

Fein smiled, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him. "Thanks, Sofia. You always know just what to say."

As the three of them sat there, Fein couldn\'t help but wonder about the identity of the clown in his dream and what it all meant. But for now, he was content to be surrounded by those he loved, knowing that no matter what the future held, they would face it together.


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