I can find treasures in my dreams.

The old man's accusations did not end there: "As far as I know, in all the Ice Fortresses of the Ice Souls, the proportion of the poor at the bottom exceeds 40%, and the proportion of the middle-class commoners is even higher, reaching 60%, but the proportion of us raising children exceeds 50%."

"For any civilized world, population is of paramount importance, because the larger the population, the more people with superpowers there will be."

"However, from the perspective of the vast majority of poor people, raising more children with great difficulty greatly increases their own and their families' burden, yet they cannot obtain official support."

"Perhaps a small number of children are lucky enough to awaken their superpowers and help their families rise to a higher social class, but most children never awaken them in their entire lives."

"So for people like us from the lower class, trying to have children is more like torture for ourselves and our families."

High-ranking knight Alre was somewhat speechless upon hearing this.

He wanted to call it sophistry, but couldn't find any logical flaws in it.

The old man took a breath and exclaimed excitedly, "If we had never seen the light, perhaps we could have endured the darkness, but we have seen it, so we are unwilling to endure it any longer."

"Honorable knight, in your eyes we are indeed weak ants, and you could easily kill everyone here with a single finger."

"Although we have no power to resist, we can at least choose to ensure that our descendants do not repeat this tragic fate."

"I've thought of a way to protest: to completely give up on life..."

Alre's expression changed, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, and he coldly interrupted the old man: "You lowly commoner!"

You damned lowlife, how dare you openly incite others to fundamentally shake the foundation of the Ice Soul Civilization! You're courting death!
The knight immediately made a decision—kill!

Without hesitation, Alre opened his mouth and blew out a breath of cold air, which instantly struck the old man.

next moment.

The old man turned into an ice sculpture, the divine light in his pupils freezing.

he died.

Alre glanced at the ice sculpture and snorted again.

"Oh!"

The ice sculpture shattered into ice shards scattered all over the ground.

Alre thought that this scare tactic would frighten the other poor people.

But things backfired.

The thousands of poor people only stirred for a moment before falling silent again.

Alre even had a feeling that a very deep power was being brewing in the silence of the poor.

This surprised and embarrassed Alre.

Damn pariah!
You ungrateful animal!
He roared decisively, "Guards! These lowly people are disrupting the order of Ice Fortress. Lock them all up in Ice Prison!"

As a high-ranking knight, imprisoning a group of poor people in the Ice Prison is nothing to him.

The words just finished.

A middle-aged Ice Soul Man raised his fist and shouted, "We are not lowly people, we are living, breathing human beings, and we enjoy equal rights..."

This person didn't have time to finish speaking.

Alre blew another breath.

"Oh!"

The middle-aged Ice Soul Man also exploded into ice shards all over the ground.

Alre's face was full of contempt: "You want to enjoy equal rights? Don't dream about it, you will always be the lowest of the low!"

The crowd remained silent.

The eyes of many poor people no longer hold reverence, but instead show resilience and fearlessness.

Alre immediately noticed this, and with a sneer, he gave an even harsher punishment: "You're not going to the Ice Hell anymore. I'll have you sent to the most dangerous labor camp, where you'll serve your lives until you die."

He longed to see fear or pleading in these people's eyes.

Unfortunately not.

This left Alre somewhat frustrated. Too lazy to look at the faces of these lowly people any longer, he immediately turned and took a step, his figure instantly becoming blurry.

After one breath.

Alre appeared in the guardian hall of Dart Ice Castle.

He stood inside the hall for two seconds, then sighed with a hint of annoyance.

How did things come to this?
How could a vague and ethereal dream empower the poor to defy themselves? What power does a dream possess?
Alre couldn't understand it.

He pondered for a moment, then issued an order: "Get all the executives moving. Find out exactly how many outcasts in Dart Ice Castle have joined the Equal Rights Association, and identify all the organizers."

He hesitated for a moment, then added, "Find an organizer, arrest one, and send him to the most dangerous labor camp."

Alre has realized that the Equal Rights Association is extremely destructive to Dart Ice Castle, so he has decided to find a way to destroy the association first.

At the very least, the goal should be to prevent the common people from organizing and to minimize their destructive power.

same moment.

The two entities are confronting each other from afar, but Alre is unaware of it.

In the dreamlike realm, the Nightmare Evil Spirit, its body radiating billowing black mist, was spying on Alre's projection within the realm from afar.

Meanwhile, in a dimensional rift, the Ice Soul Venerable Valata floated, ready to strike at any moment.

Through the divination of the Treasure of Destiny, he predicted that Alre was being targeted by the Nightmare Enemy, so he secretly came here.

A full five minutes passed.

The nightmare spirit didn't make a move; instead, it exploded with a "poof" and then disappeared.

Varata immediately “saw” that the shadow that had been looming over Alre’s fate had receded considerably.

The venerable one was somewhat surprised and uncertain: "Could it be that this nightmare enemy has sensed my presence?"

This is a bit unbelievable to Varata.

After all, he had specially used a treasure he had purchased at great expense to prevent his soul from being projected into the dream world. How could the enemy possibly notice?
After thinking about it, Varata decided to wait a few more days.

*
the other side.

Yang Fan, still wandering in a world like an ink painting, found himself inside the eternal wooden horse.

He looked at his partner and laughed, "Am I right? Valata will definitely predict the next knight to be attacked by the nightmare, and then use that knight to fish for prey."

He had mastered the past celestial phenomena, and with just one reverse regression, he could also glean clues, so the two sides were evenly matched.

Zhao Xiaoying nodded with admiration: "The Ice Soul Venerable is indeed powerful, but you are more cunning than Valata."

Yang Fan chuckled.

The long-legged girl changed the subject: "Did you get your inspiration from the Iron Fist Civilization for initiating social change at the bottom of the Ice Soul Civilization through your dreams?"

Yang Fan hummed in agreement: "Ten years ago, the Iron Fist Man spontaneously initiated a reform. Although the reform ultimately failed, it gave me a lot of inspiration. Most civilized worlds have similar social problems, which is something we can take advantage of."

He smiled and said, "This is what it means to export advanced civilization experience."

Zhao Xiaoying glanced at her partner: "You're so mean."

The "Ironfist Civilization Revolution" that the couple mentioned was a revolution initiated and led by Dona Silverleaf and Mota the Giant Axe, two Ironfist warriors.

After being promoted to knight, Mota the Great Axe became the third guardian of the Ironfist civilization. He attempted to use his authority to instigate change, causing a huge social upheaval.

About five years ago, as internal conflicts intensified, the three guardians finally broke off relations and fought each other.

The final result was that Motta the Great Axe was killed in battle, and the reformists were subjected to a bloody purge.

As a result of this incident, the Iron Fist Civilization's strength has declined significantly, and it has now become almost a subordinate of the Azure Civilization.

This did not surprise the people of Daxia.

In the history of the Great Xia Dynasty, the vast majority of reforms ended in failure, with very few succeeding. (End of Chapter)