I can find treasures in my dreams.

The dream weaver, Aka, worked for two hours in the ideal world, building hundreds of houses for the association's members, before going "offline" to sleep.

It seems like he has a lot of work, but that's not actually the case.

Because within the ideal world lies a magical place called the "Resource Pool".

Once the construction of a building is completed, it can be saved in the resource library as a "template".

If building a similar structure, simply retrieve the template from the resource library and modify some details according to the residents' needs.

In this way, time can be saved greatly, and the consumption of dream power can be greatly reduced.

Aka truly believes that the creator of the ideal world was a remarkable genius.

Wake up.

It was already broad daylight.

After a quick breakfast, Aka went out to work at the workshop.

The committee member said that Ice Fortress is now keeping a very close watch on the lower levels, and any unusual situation could be discovered by the War Eagle, which would then lead to an investigation by the executive officer.

So eat properly when it's time to eat, and sleep properly when it's time to sleep.

The workshop where Aka works is a casting workshop.

Simply put the raw materials into a casting furnace with supernatural powers, wait for a period of time, and you will get the finished parts.

No matter how complex the workpiece structure is, it can be formed in one go.

Aka's job was to put the heavy raw materials into the melting furnace.

Although the work is very simple, the intensity of the labor is extremely high.

This is also the kind of work that many people in the lower classes do.

Other tasks related to the casting furnace, such as debugging the casting core or designing the casting module, are handled by civilians in the middle-level area.

The committee member said that the above-mentioned work is not difficult. Even the poorest people can do it if they receive relevant training and practice for a period of time.

However, the Ice Fortress people set up barriers to prevent the lower classes from engaging in these jobs.

Ordinary people in the middle class also say that people at the bottom have not received a good education and believe that people at the bottom are not capable.

This is systemic oppression.

It is also the most unfair thing in the world.

Soon.

Aka arrived at the smelting workshop in a camel-drawn carriage.

He had barely stepped through the door when he sensed that something was off.

He immediately stopped a fellow worker to ask him questions, only to learn that just a few minutes earlier, a worker named "Wes" had been taken away by the executive officer.

The pretext for taking him away was that the executive officer suspected him of being a core member of the equal rights association.

When Weiss was taken away, he shouted, "I didn't join the association!" but he was met with several vicious slaps, and several of his teeth were knocked out.

The coworker looked indignant as he recounted the incident.

But Aka knew very well that Weiss was definitely not a member of the association. This guy had even said, "Going against Ice Castle is too dangerous. I want to live a long and peaceful life."

He wanted to laugh, but couldn't manage to.

Weiss's experience proved exactly what the committee member said: "Middle-class civilians need evidence to be tried, but the poor at the bottom only need suspicion. So in the eyes of Ice Castle, we people at the bottom cannot be considered human beings at all."

Aka deeply understood another statement made by the committee member: "The lower classes have no choice but to rebel."

Half a day later.

Aka sat sweating profusely on a piece of raw material, shoveling his lunch into his mouth.

The workshop has a clean canteen with delicious food, but it is only open to people of middle or higher status.

In the past, he wouldn't have thought much of it, after all, isn't that how everyone has gone through it?
He can no longer tolerate this.

Why? !

After lunch.

Aka found a corner, closed his eyes, and took a short rest. In fact, he used this opportunity to enter the ideal world.

The ink colors emerge.

"Ha!"

It was accompanied by a cry.

An ice bird flew over quickly and transformed into a letter.

The ideal state changes every day, and this messenger bird is something that appeared yesterday.

What used to be billboards scattered throughout the streets, now every resident has received their own personal messenger bird. It is because of this that he has grown to love this virtual world more and more.

Aka opened the envelope and found that it was a strike call issued by the chairman: "Tomorrow morning, please have association members go to ten locations in batches to express their long-standing injustices suffered by the poor through a strike."

Given the current tensions, the call to action does not mandate participation from every member; instead, it is a voluntary process.

Aka signed his name without hesitation.

He had come to understand that the Ice Fortress was deliberately creating an atmosphere of terror to deter the poor from the lower classes.

If everyone gives in, then those at the bottom will never have a chance to rise up.

"Ha!"

Another cry.

The envelope transformed into a bird and flew away.

For some reason, Aka felt uneasy as he looked at the bird, as if something terrible might happen.

He stood there for a while, then used his dream weaver abilities to quickly leave the ideal world.

Another moment passed.

"Ding Dong~"

The bell rang to signal the start of the afternoon workday.

Aka stood up, preparing to walk back to her workstation.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly sensed something and turned to look at the gate.

As soon as I looked up, two executives, weapons in hand and faces icy cold, strode over.

Aka instantly realized that they were coming for him.

He also had a strong intuition that Weiss had confessed to the executive officer after his arrest.

Although he wasn't very familiar with Weiss, and the guy was making baseless accusations, it just so happened to be a lucky coincidence.

The executive's actions were undoubtedly a deliberate attempt to spread terror, thereby creating distrust among the poor and undermining the equal rights association.

It must be admitted that this is an extremely despicable, yet highly effective, tactic.

"Aka!"

An executive shouted.

This sound confirmed his premonition.

The executive officer announced loudly, "You have been identified as a key member of the Equal Rights Association, and I hereby declare you under arrest."

Another executive asked in a condescending tone, "Do you have anything to say?"

Even Aka himself found it strange that he could remain so calm at this moment.

Instead of answering the question, he asked in return, "Have you ever seen the light?"

As he spoke, images of his ideal world, of the buildings he had personally constructed, came to mind.

The two executives were both stunned for a moment.

The first executive officer to speak had a sharp glint in his eyes: "It seems that kid's report was correct. You really are a key member of the Equal Rights Association!"

Another executive officer strode over, his inner strength surging, preparing to use force to make the arrest.

Aka didn't dodge, but simply smiled and answered his question: "I have seen the most brilliant light, so we will fight to the end."

"Crack!"

He heard a phantom cracking sound.

It was as if some kind of power was bursting forth from within.

Aka suddenly realized that he had comprehended a more powerful dream force, and the dream weaver's abilities had taken another big step forward.

Unfortunately, he no longer has the opportunity to contribute to his ideal world.

Aka's soul communicated with a strange being, a towering tower filled with heroic spirits, which vaguely appeared before his eyes.

He naturally understood that this was the altar of prayer.

He murmured to himself, "I am willing to dedicate my soul to the great cause of liberation!"

The voice just fell.

Large swaths of ink color suddenly erupted from his body.

A deep look of horror flashed in the eyes of the two executives. (End of Chapter)