An hour later.
Thanks to the relatively short distance, Orsaga had already arrived at his destination—
Elm Street.
Compared to the Crystal Lake Camp, this was also a classic horror movie hotspot.
In his past life, Orsaga had watched a few episodes of A Nightmare on Elm Street.
He had a decent understanding of Freddy Krueger's abilities and backstory.
Unlike Jason—who was more of a berserker in the Assassin's Creed stealth-kill style, all slash-slash-slash with no finesse—Freddy was more of a nightmare spirit with a dark sense of humor. A cult horror Chaplin of sorts, Freddy could be best described as a spellcasting, close-range assassin.
His origin, too, was steeped in tragic theatrics.
His mother had been a devout nun.
But during an accident, she became trapped inside a ward that housed hundreds of lunatics, criminals, and psychopaths. After enduring prolonged abuse, she gave birth to Freddy.
This bizarre birth lent his existence a strange religious undertone.
The righteousness of his mother, and the evil of his father—these two utterly opposing forces were etched deep into the core of his soul.
And through the course of his life...
Freddy ultimately embraced the darkness.
This decision not only granted him terrifying supernatural powers after death but also left him highly vulnerable to religious artifacts—almost like a character with all their stat points dumped into extremes.
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[Wassex County — Harland Town — Paranormal Case File Summary]
[Nightmare spirit — Freddy Krueger (Active for 25 years)]
[Born: 1941 | Died: 1976 (Cause of Death: Burned alive by furious parents after murdering children)]
[Appearance: Approximately 180 cm tall, over 60 kg in weight. Wears a black-brimmed cloth hat, red-striped sweater, black slacks, and wields metal claw gloves.]
[Activity Range: Harland Town — Elm Street]
[Known Abilities: Undying (as long as someone remembers him, he cannot truly die), Dreamworld Killing (manipulates dreams and transfers all dream injuries to the victim's real body)]
[Confirmed Kills: 226 people]
[International Exorcist Association Exorcism Attempts: 5 total — 3 failed, 2 successful. Total casualties: 8 exorcists dead, 6 survived.]
[Recommended Response: 1. He is a regional spirit. Avoid provoking him by staying away from Elm Street. 2. Pull him out of the dream world into reality to stand a chance of killing him. (As long as people fear him, he will revive—though it takes time.)]
[Threat Level: Red (Handle only if you're confident)]
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All in all, among the three red-level threats Orsaga had encountered, Freddy was the most insidious. Dream-killing—unseen and formless—made him nearly impossible to guard against.
However, ironically, he was also the easiest to deal with.
As long as the right method was used, even ordinary people had a chance at survival.
Why? Because unlike Mary Shaw and Jason, who were practically immune to all forms of exorcism…
Freddy could still be affected by traditional methods.
Holy water, crosses, incantations—these could actually work on him.
This gave regular people at least a sliver of hope.
Whereas with Mary Shaw and Jason, there was no bargaining, no warning—they just came for you. And even if you had a cross in one hand and holy water in the other, you'd still die horribly.
So, within the International Exorcist Association, Freddy's overall threat rating was considered slightly lower than those other two monsters.
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Since he had just arrived and didn't know the lay of the land, Orsaga didn't immediately get out of his car.
Instead, he drove his sports car slowly through the streets of the town, idly surveying the area.
It didn't take long before he noticed that no fewer than seven or eight locations had been cordoned off with police tape.
Officers were scattered in small groups, patrolling with weapons in hand.
Under normal circumstances, a stranger driving aimlessly through town like this would've triggered an immediate police stop and ID check.
After all, he looked suspicious.
But in reality—no one paid him the slightest attention.
Most of the officers just glanced at him from afar without the slightest inclination to approach.
This clued Orsaga in immediately—these cops had already locked onto a suspect, maybe even confirmed their identity. They didn't care about anything else.
So he casually pulled his car to the side of the road and stepped out, heading toward the crime scene with the largest police presence.
One of the officers there quickly spotted him approaching and moved to block him.
"Sir, please stop right there! This is a crime scene. No unauthorized personnel allowed!"
Orsaga remained calm and replied smoothly, "Would you mind informing your chief? I need to speak with him."
His tone was unhurried, his posture relaxed—he radiated effortless confidence.
Standing before him, the officer couldn't help but feel as if he were facing a superior.
His initial impulse to wave Orsaga away with a few words was suddenly gone. His expression shifted subtly.
'This guy must be someone important...'
That thought took root in the officer's mind almost immediately.
So he nodded and said, "Please wait here for a moment..."
Then he pulled out his radio and began speaking to someone.
A few minutes later—
A middle-aged man in a short-sleeved police uniform, already showing signs of balding, appeared in front of Orsaga.
The moment he laid eyes on Orsaga, his brows furrowed slightly.
He was certain he had never seen this man before.
Unclear about Orsaga's intentions, he hesitated for a second before asking:
"And you are...?"
Orsaga replied calmly,
"My name is Orsaga, from the International Exorcist Association. As the police chief of this area, I assume you're familiar with our organization."
According to the intel he'd gathered, several exorcist teams had worked with the local government here in the past—and even achieved some results.
So using the name of the International Exorcist Association should lend him some authority.
Sure enough, upon hearing the name—
The chief's tense expression relaxed noticeably.
Still cautious, he asked to confirm:
"If that's the case, I'll need to see your credentials."
Orsaga, of course, had no issue with that.
He casually produced his ID and handed it over.
His status as an exorcist was entirely legitimate—he had nothing to hide.
After inspecting the ID, the chief extended his hand in a friendly gesture and shook Orsaga's firmly.
"Thank you for your support. If you're able to seal Freddy again, we'll offer a generous reward—just like before."
Yes, the International Exorcist Association was indeed a force for justice…
But it still charged for services.
After all, exorcists were people too—they needed to eat, sleep, and live.
If you wanted someone to risk their life, you had to make it worth their while.
Generally speaking, successfully handling a red-level threat would earn you enough money to retire comfortably for life—
Eat and slack off from eighteen to eighty without a worry.
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