I can find treasures in my dreams.

Dart Ice Castle.

Guarding Hall.

High-ranking knight Alre sat upright at a jade crystal table, gazing at a memory crystal on the table.

A beam of light emanates from the crystal, creating an exceptionally clear holographic image above it.

Judging from the frequency of image changes, the playback frequency of the images has increased many times over.

Alre could clearly see that bright starlight rose one after another from the residential area in the lower part of the city, shining brightly into the sky.

In just a dozen breaths, the sky above transformed into a starry expanse.

Alre frowned deeply and couldn't help but curse, "A bunch of lowly people!"

Just a while ago.

The High Court of the Ice Fortress ordered a large-scale arrest operation.

To improve the efficiency of the capture, the garrison specially selected a group of crampon war eagles to participate in the operation.

As a result, not many suspects were caught, and this is what happened instead.

In the video.

As more and more stars appeared, the starry sky above became increasingly brilliant.

A strange sense of annoyance welled up inside Alre. He looked away and snorted.

"Oh!"

Just heard a muffled sound.

The crystal instantly shattered into dust.

Alre muttered under his breath, "Stupid bastards!"

In response to this incident, the lower-ranking officials submitted numerous reports, all of which pointed out that: "The poor were lured by the nightmare and sacrificed their souls to an extremely evil being, which is why they turned to ashes."

Alre, however, vaguely sensed that this bizarre nightmare sacrifice seemed to have the shadow of demonic blood sacrifice.

The knight could hardly believe that if a nightmare was merely a vague and ethereal dream, why would so many people be willing to sacrifice their own souls?
How stupid!

Alre still had a bit of a headache.

Now that things have come to this point, he finds himself unable to find any solutions.

Kill the poor who join equal rights associations?

The immediate problem has indeed been solved, but the issue is that killing hundreds of thousands or even millions of poor people in one go will seriously disrupt the normal operation of this ice fortress.

Using supernatural abilities to erase the memories of dreams from the minds of the poor?

The officials had tried, and it did work on the first day. But the next day, when the poor woke up, they remembered everything and developed a deep hostility towards the officials.

Alre gritted his teeth, turned to his subordinate beside him, and gave another order: "Increase the arrest efforts!"

"Yes!"

The subordinates followed the order and left.

Alre watched his subordinate's retreating figure, his expression revealing a ruthless intent.

Damn lowly people, trying to force Ice Castle to back down through this method? Absolutely not!
He sat there blankly for a while, then his eyes suddenly became unfocused.

But he himself was completely unaware of it.

Within the dimensional rift.

The Ice Soul Venerable Valata witnessed all the changes that had occurred to Alre.

The venerable one's brows immediately furrowed.

He had already realized that many poor people had voluntarily sacrificed their souls, seemingly forming some kind of special existence in the dream world.

And this presence is subtly influencing Alre.

This is an exceptionally clever tactic.

Valata could discern that it contained elements of dream power, a kind of evil magic similar to demonic blood sacrifice, and certain soul secrets.

In short, this is something that no ordinary venerable person could accomplish.

Valata's expression grew increasingly solemn: "It seems that the Ice Soul Civilization has encountered a very powerful enemy this time."

Inside Dream Island. The Eternal Carousel still roams within the ink painting.

Zhao Xiaoying also witnessed the series of events that occurred at Dart Ice Castle.

She asked curiously, "What exactly is the mark that the Nightmare Spirit has planted in the souls of the poor?"

Yang Fan uttered four words: "Nightmare of Resentment!"

He explained succinctly: "Simply put, the poor sacrifice their own souls to create a 'heart of resentment' in the dream world."

"As I said before, when the Dream King's abilities reach a certain level, he will have the ability to make his wishes come true. In fact, in addition to making his wishes come true, he can also interfere to a certain extent."

"With each soul sacrificed, the supernatural anchoring of the Resentment Chamber to Alre will increase. When the Resentment Chamber finally matures, it can drag Alre into the dream world."

There was one more thing he didn't mention: this special method of soul sacrifice was a powerful secret technique he had created after years of studying the ways of demons.

Zhao Xiaoying was speechless with astonishment.

The long-legged girl could totally understand it; using the souls of a group of poor people to drag a high-ranking knight into the dream world was such a perverse method.

After a partner is promoted to a Venerable One, they are indeed terrifyingly powerful.

Zhao Xiaoying thought for a moment and saw through her partner's true intentions: "When the resentment in your heart matures and starts to drag Alre down, and when Varata makes a move, you'll give Varata a good beating, right?"

Yang Fan laughed: "That's right."

He knew perfectly well that Valata had been waiting for him to make a move, and he certainly wouldn't do that.

Zhao Xiaoying glanced at him and continued, "If Venerable Ice Soul doesn't make a move, Alley will surely die. If Venerable Ice Soul does make a move, he will be exposed and thus become the target of your attack. It's a dilemma."

She couldn't resist adding a comment: "You're getting more and more cunning."

Yang Fan laughed and said, "I hope Varata will take action, but all the Venerables in the world are cunning old foxes, so the probability of him taking action is not high."

Zhao Xiaoying nodded and said, "You bunch of Venerables are indeed cunning and shrewd."

*
Two days passed quickly.

During this period, at least twenty strikes broke out in the lower levels of Dart Ice Castle, organized by the committee members.

After each strike broke out, the executives acted swiftly, arresting the organizers and key members.

The organizers were executed in public, core members were whipped until their skin was torn and bleeding, many were beaten to death on the spot, and all participants were imprisoned in the Ice Prison.

Despite the harsh measures taken, another strike could break out soon.

The fearlessness shown by the poor shocked the officials.

The frequent strikes have disrupted the operation of Ice Castle.

For example, much of the garbage in the middle-level areas was left uncollected, so much so that the executive officer had to organize the middle-level residents to collect it.

But Alre refused to compromise.

How can I, a dignified garrison commander, tolerate the coercion of a group of lowly people?

There are no doors!

On the third day.

The entire lower level was filled with bloodshed and carnage.

The total number of poor people executed because of the strike, plus committee members arrested and killed in various neighborhoods, and people who died as a result, reached an astonishing 20,000.

The officers could hear the poor cursing the town magistrate Alre as soon as they entered any block.

Almost all the executives tacitly concealed the matter and did not report it to higher authorities.

After all, there are tens of millions of poor people living in the lower class, and everyone is cursing the garrison officer. How can the enforcer arrest them all?

By the afternoon of the third day.

Alre was chairing a meeting to address the chaos at the lower levels when he suddenly heard a curse filled with endless resentment.

"Alre, you will be condemned to the Eternal Ice Hell sooner or later!"

The sound seemed both illusory and real; even with Alre's strength, he couldn't tell the difference.

He turned around abruptly and was astonished to see a vast expanse of darkness.

Standing in the shadows were a dark mass of poor people, each face contorted with intense malice, staring intently at him.

The number of poor people was astonishing, giving the impression of an endless expanse. (End of Chapter)