I can find treasures in my dreams.

Two more days passed.

Aka witnessed firsthand that the number of spirits enshrined on the altar of prayer had increased dramatically from 18 when he returned to his throne to 100 million.

Every heroic spirit is a poor person from the lower class who sacrificed themselves for the cause of equality.

The rapid increase in the number of heroic spirits made him deeply understand just how much suffering the poor had endured.

The millionth heroic spirit, a half-grown child, only reaching the chest of an adult male, ascended the prayer altar in a daze.

A strange force solidified it into part of the altar.

Aka was part of the altar and could obtain information from it. He naturally understood that the child named "Bida" was only thirteen years old.

He learned about Bida's entire past in a short time, as if he were "watching a movie."

Like most children from underprivileged areas, Bida has never had a decent meal in his life, and the clothes he wears are almost all old clothes that his older siblings can't wear anymore.

Aka didn't think much of it before, because he had gotten used to it over the years.

Now he has gained a lot of knowledge in the ideal country, where there are special knowledge lecture halls and people who introduce the situation of other civilized worlds.

Under normal circumstances, a civilized world that has existed for more than two hundred years, regardless of its population size, should have an extremely abundant supply of resources, and basic needs such as food and clothing should have been met long ago.

How could a child like Bida be in such dire straits in terms of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation?
Aka simply couldn't understand how the Ice Soul Civilization could have become like this.
He turned twelve.

After completing his basic education, Bida, like most children from poor families, either went to work in factories or in plantations.

In contrast, children in the middle tier would stay in school until they were at least eighteen, and gifted students would have the opportunity to enter the upper tier and attend advanced colleges.

Children from the lower-class areas will never be able to enter the advanced colleges.

Aka now understands that this was a deliberate tactic employed by Ice Castle to ensure that children from impoverished backgrounds become qualified laborers as early as possible.

In contrast, many civilized places no longer have jobs that exploit individuals' physical strength for extended periods.

So what is this if not oppression?
Just two weeks ago.

When Bida first came into contact with the Equal Rights Association, the words spoken by the committee members in public were like a bright light illuminating the darkness before Bida's eyes.

This child joined the association with great enthusiasm, participated in the strike with great enthusiasm, and was determined to dedicate all his efforts to changing the fate of the underprivileged.

Yesterday came.

The executives of each ice fortress took action, randomly arresting the poor and lower class in order to undermine their unity.

Bida had participated in several strikes and had already caught the attention of the War Eagle. Although he was still young, the executives still did not let him go.

He was arrested that night and beaten until he vomited blood in the detention center.

The executive officer said that if you beg for mercy and insult the equal rights association, we will let you go home and give you some money.

Bida refused outright.

The officers then attacked him again, breaking both his legs and leaving him only able to crawl on the ground.

The child was locked in a dark, icy prison, screaming in agony all night long.

This morning.

Bida was dragged out by the executive officer and the interrogation continued.

The executive officer said that your internal organs were bleeding and you were about to die, but you could live if you insulted the equal rights association.

But Bida still refused.

The executive officer stomped heavily on Bida's right hand with his right foot, grinding it back and forth as he said viciously, "You will always be a lowly commoner!"

Bida was in excruciating pain, but he still struggled to say, "I am not a lowly person!"

The officer kicked the child in the head, and the child immediately lost consciousness.

Two hours later.

That is, just now.

At the last moment of his life, Bida's soul made a mysterious connection with the ideal world, and thus entered the altar of prayer.

At this moment.

Aka gazed at the child who had only lived for thirteen short years, his anger beyond words.

Bida's shout, "I am not a commoner," seemed to resonate deep within his soul. He unconsciously recalled a statement made by a committee member: "Those above believe that everyone in the lower classes is born a commoner."

"Even those who rise from the bottom to become superhumans are often considered inferior when they reach the top."

"In the repetition of year after year, many people at the bottom have come to accept their status as outcasts, but were we really born outcasts?"

The committee member waved his right hand and roared, "Of course we are not the lowest of the low! The truly despicable ones are the creators of the three-tier system and those who strive to uphold it."

"They want to use this system to oppress all of us for generations to come. We must tell them that this is absolutely impossible."

“We will definitely use force to overthrow the three-tier system. If this generation fails, the next generation will take over until the three-tier system is completely destroyed.”

As Aka recalled the committee member's words, an indescribable power surged through his body.

The more brutally you suppress us, the more we will resist!

"We will never give in!"

Aka couldn't help but roar.

All the heroic spirits' gazes instantly converged on this direction.

next moment

"We will never give in!"

A million fallen heroes cried out in unison.

"Boom!"

A voice came from inside the altar.

Bida's fate seems to possess an incredible magic, binding the power of millions of heroic spirits together.

The prayer altar seemed to have reached a critical point, and an exceptionally profound power was born deep within the altar.

"Boom!"

This sound resonated within Aka's body.

"Boom! Boom!"

The same echo reverberated within many heroic spirits.

*
Inside Dream Island.

Yang Fan watched the transforming prayer altar from afar, his expression somewhat surprised.

Zhao Xiaoying asked from the side, "Is this the altar about to evolve into its second stage?"

Yang Fan nodded and said "Mm".

He originally estimated that the altar would require 120 million heroic spirits to evolve, but the actual progress was much faster than he expected.

He suddenly realized that although he had created the Prayer Altar and the existence of Heroic Spirits, he had still underestimated the potential of both.

Two seconds later.

"boom!"

The prayer altar trembled violently.

A massive amount of dream power converged, and the altar began to grow rapidly in height.

The plant was 1500 meters tall at first, but grew to 2000 meters in just a few seconds.

Beams of light descended from the sky, numbering at least a thousand, each enveloping a heroic spirit.

Zhao Xiaoying was greatly surprised: "So many heroic spirits have evolved into prayer battle spirits?"

Aka was the first Prayer Spirit born from the altar, and the advancement of the altar gave rise to a large number of Heroic Spirits that transformed into Battle Spirits.

This number was also greater than Yang Fan had anticipated.

Zhao Xiaoying turned to look at her partner, keenly sensing a change: "Has your strength increased?"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Yes, I learned a lot from the altar." (End of Chapter)