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A hazy white cloud rushed frantically, scattering bubbles along its path into a shower of colorful light. It disturbed countless beautiful dreams in an instant.

Although it was merely a fabricated world created by thought, under the unique laws of this place, the dream bubble still possessed a trace of mass. As it accumulated, the speed of the white vapor gradually slowed down due to this obstruction.

One of the blurry faces emerged; the once handsome young features were now twisted into a mess by overflowing resentment.

Cobb, or rather Freddie, looked back with anger and apprehension, where a huge, clear butterfly clung to him like a persistent, venomous wound.

"You clearly don't have any abilities related to dreams, so how were you able to track me down?"

"idiot."

The butterfly danced nimbly above the sea of ​​dreams, from which came Zhu Mingyao's cold, mocking laugh: "Does everyone who drives a car have to know how to build one? Fool! The greatest wisdom of mankind is knowing how to use tools."

He held a slightly yellowed page in his hand, the handwriting on it flowing and unrestrained, exuding a misty aura that maintained his ethereal physical form.

"Is it that Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, or that the butterfly dreamt he was Zhou? There must be a distinction between Zhou and the butterfly. This is what is meant by the transformation of things."

As the old saying goes, "Zhuge Liang was cautious throughout his life." Although he dared not compare himself to Zhuge Liang in wisdom, the principle of planning ahead was deeply ingrained in the bones of every Chinese person.

Resources can be plentiful, but they must never be lacking!

Both the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and domestic entities have ways to trade and exchange for extraordinary items.

He couldn't afford it when he was poor, but ever since he made a fortune on Skull Island, his wealth and cultivation have skyrocketed. He also took on a commission from Captain Jack Sparrow, and began spending money like water on acquisitions.

With connections and a large amount of gold and silver jewels paving the way, he moved freely between various organizations and secret markets, searching for the last undead coin while also acquiring many strange and unusual items.

This fragment of a Taoist scripture is one of them. Although it is a one-time use treasure, it allows the holder to move freely in dreams.

If he didn't have a trump card that could solve the problem, why would he rashly pursue the attack?

As the two were shouting insults at each other, the butterfly phantom suddenly flapped its wings, closing the distance by half. Streaks of spiritual light shot out like meteors, blasting the fleeing white mist ahead into a frenzy, as if it were having an epileptic seizure.

Cobb's piercing screams echoed, as if his entire body was being cut by countless invisible blades. The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone marrow, accompanied by waves of weakness, made it almost impossible for him to maintain his fleeing form.

After being reborn as a human with the help of his master's resources, he has now lost the strange immortality of his dream demon body. If he endures a few more blows, he will definitely be annihilated.

The rapid depletion of his power caused Cobb's consciousness to gradually blur. He suddenly made a fierce decision and flew off in another direction.

"You want to eliminate demons like me and become a superhero, is that it? I'll give you that chance!"

As he turned, the surrounding scenery changed. The urban scenes of high-rise buildings and streets within countless bubbles slowly transformed into white sand, blue waves, sailboats, and islands. It seemed that the people who had entered the dream nearby had become coastal residents.

In response, Zhu Mingyao let out a hearty laugh: "Superheroes don't matter at all. You're going to die no matter where you run to today!"

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The bluish smoke rings slowly dissipated, without the pungent tarry smell of ordinary tobacco. Instead, they emitted an indescribable, faint fragrance that refreshed the mind and invigorated the spirit.

On the chestnut teak round table, the inlaid tortoiseshell shards shimmered with a subtle, ethereal light, while a pile of ornate chips of varying denominations stood high on the table.

"Are you really not going to join us for another round?"

A deck of cards was carelessly tossed aside, knocking over a bet that was already on the verge of collapse.

"Ding-a-ling..." Several golden discs rolled playfully, colliding and producing a crisp, light sound like harp strings.

If a highly skilled alchemist were present, they would immediately recognize that this is clearly some kind of precious, extraordinary alloy, with abundant positive energy enough to cure minor ailments.

However, such precious materials are used here merely as gambling tools imbued with base desires, exuding a wanton arrogance and indulgence.

Just as the round chip was about to fall to the ground, a pair of chubby, adorable little hands nimbly reached out, ignoring the scorching fur and blackened skin caused by the evaporating positive energy, and still firmly grasped it, returning it to its owner.

"Good job, little kitty."

With a hint of reward, he gently scratched the soft, flowing hair lying beside his legs, his withered, aged hands rubbing downwards, lewdly kneading the young girl's bouncy cheeks, which was utterly disgusting.

However, the girl, dressed only in a few small pieces of leather, lowered her eyelashes, lay down obediently, and her feline ears trembled slightly on her head, just like a real pet.

Her empty, numb eyes had long since run dry of tears; all that remained were the mechanical memories shaped by cruel torture.

Across the table, a young man with short, dark brown hair stood up and gave a slight, elegant bow.

"Mr. Woody, you're having such a lucky day. If you keep playing like this, I'm going to go bankrupt." He made a pitiful, comical face, which elicited a burst of good-natured laughter.

"I think you're in a hurry to go back to your room and relax with your new little toys, right?"

The farmer, his face covered in age spots, grinned knowingly, his breath carrying the pungent odor of old age.

"This is your first time here, so perhaps you haven't adjusted your mindset yet. Listen to me, there's no need to rush... cough cough!"

The sudden cough interrupted the old-fashioned sermon.

The old man took a couple of breaths, frowned, snapped his fingers, and a golden-red crystal bottle was quietly presented.

As if molten gold sand mixed with bright red blood flowed, he drank the liquid in the bottle in one gulp, and his breathing immediately became steady, and even the bark-like wrinkles on his face smoothed out a bit.

"Being invited to the island means you're qualified to join us. This isn't just a fleeting experience; it's something you'll enjoy every day of the rest of your life..."

He clenched his thin hands and pinched the soft cat ears from above, laughing smugly, "No matter how the world changes, the smart ones will always get the biggest slice of the pie. Today it will be the same, tomorrow it will be the same, and it will always be the same."

Chapter 456

The potion seemed to contain an excessive amount of life force, causing the old man's face to flush red and appear somewhat excited. His slick white tongue swirled back and forth as he spat out foul-smelling saliva.

"I heard you only picked an ordinary little cutie? Young people should choose something more exciting. Like a blood servant or an orc; their vitality is quite tenacious, and they can withstand a lot of thrilling 'games'..."

The short-haired young man wore a polite smile and listened respectfully, occasionally nodding with great poise, but a hint of unease flashed in his eyes.

The island's clientele is limited, and after only two or three days, he already knew the man's "hobbies" inside and out. Even someone as knowledgeable as him found those perverse and cruel methods unbearable.

"Well then, Mr. Ron, have a good time, and don't forget the time, dinner is at eight o'clock."

"Of course, see you at the dinner party, everyone."

Once the old man had finally exhausted his excess energy, the young gentleman named Ron seized the opportunity to take his leave.

Leaving the lavishly decorated hall, he followed the signs and turned several corners in the quiet garden path, arriving at a semi-sunken building.

The specially treated gray-white marble bricks are seamlessly joined, and their surface has a quiet, matte, and cold sheen. The continuous runes carved on them exude a mysterious aura.

Two burly, cold-blooded men with blank expressions stood guard beside the heavy gate. Their bodies, as robust as chimpanzees, were clad in exaggerated metal armor, with sharp, protruding spikes at their joints that gleamed coldly, leaving no doubt about their sharpness.

The flowers swayed, their fragrance wafting in the air, when a figure suddenly leaped out from the side, nonchalantly kicking his slippers, trampling a patch of precious Augustus tulips into mud.

"You're so slow... Hey! I've been waiting for ages."

The front of the soft silk pajamas was open, and the blond young man, carrying a half-empty bottle of red wine, burped. A bright smile bloomed on his flushed face.

"The staff were very considerate; they even prepared some helpful gadgets." With a small, scarlet pill between his white teeth, the young man lazily leaned forward and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Ron seemed completely unconcerned by this rather rude behavior.

"My dear brother, how does it taste?" the blond youth asked with a grin.

Ron licked his lips and gave a double entendre: "It feels great."

The two burly men beside them ignored the scene, simply pushing open the door and watching them walk in arm in arm.

Adorned by dreamlike crystal chandeliers, the soft, bright red plush carpet seems to stretch endlessly into the depths of the long corridor.

With light steps, the two wandered around, and along the way, service staff in smart uniforms would occasionally walk towards them.

These handsome men and beautiful women, with their outstanding appearances, immediately knelt on the ground to greet them. Their humble and respectful attitude gave them a sense of exhilaration, as if they were ancient kings and nobles.

The ornate doors on both sides of the corridor are far apart, indicating the spaciousness of the rooms inside, far surpassing that of a so-called presidential suite.

Occasionally, a waiter would push a food cart, carrying a silver platter, and bring in all sorts of strange items. Between the opening and closing of the door, agonizing screams and gleeful laughter mingled together, rising and falling, vibrating against the eardrums.

The slight noise did not dampen their spirits at all. They walked a little further, laughing and joking, before finally stopping.

The door in front of him was a deep, dark yellow, but there was no keyhole in sight. Ron calmly took out a crystal card, swiped it lightly, and accompanied by tiny white ripples spreading out like water, the door silently retreated.

The blond youth impatiently pulled Ron inside and closed the door behind him.

"I have a surprise for you, guess what it is?"

Without waiting for a reply, he strode to the large, classically decorated bed in the center, grabbed the golden tassel rope, and yanked it hard.

The mechanism engaged the gears, and the blue-purple velvet curtains were slowly drawn back.

Two trembling boys were tightly bound hand and foot with some kind of tough silk rope, and they were whimpering through their gagged mouths.

"Ol, you changed the dessert I ordered without my permission? That's not something a close friend should do!"

Ron's eyebrows furrowed, revealing obvious displeasure. His eyes swept over the boys' similar, delicate faces as he spoke in a suppressed tone.

"What's so strange about that?"

"Would you like to see it again?"

Orl stuck out his bright red tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, grabbed one of the boys' right hands, and forcefully pried open his index finger.

With the rough movements, the slender bones made a crisp snapping sound, a pair of dark pupils widened to their maximum, fine beads of sweat appeared on the smooth forehead, and it trembled as if in an epileptic fit.

The two perpetrators paid no attention to his pain, but instead focused their attention on the sharp claws.

"Twins with a trace of atavistic beastman blood, you're something else, are you cat people?"

Ron's intoxicated eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light as he gently stroked his fingers, which were convulsing from the intense pain, as if he were admiring a rare treasure.

“Even better than you guessed, they’re tiger people, a pair of adorable little tigers.” Orr’s voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

“The military friends found this in West Asia. It was just delivered as new cargo. Luckily, I acted quickly.”

“What a wonderful time it is…” Ron’s tone was long and lingering, and he uttered a heartfelt sigh.

"Even ancient emperors didn't indulge in such extravagance."

“It’s only natural…” Orl chuckled contentedly.

"The development of the times has enabled mankind to conquer the sky, conquer the ocean, and is even about to conquer the stars. As the best of mankind, we should enjoy all of this."

"Before that, just to be safe." He picked up a glass dropper bottle, a cruel smile playing on his lips, and, under the fearful gazes of the boys, dripped drops of silver solution onto their lips.

Wisps of white smoke rose as the horny claws on his hands and feet melted instantly, along with a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

"Ugh——!"

The excruciating pain and the impending terrifying fate caused one of the boys to faint in despair.

"Tch." Orl shook his head regretfully. "So fragile."

He shook the bottle in his hand, the clear red liquor swirling. "Would you like a glass first?"