Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

Great Xia.

Minghua University, Third Canteen.

Zhuang Jun was holding a lunch box, queuing up for food.

Soon.

It was his turn.

The server at the window glanced at Zhuang Jun and exclaimed, "Oh! The master, what do you want to eat today?"

The reason the server called him "master" was because he was a Superpower User, definitely a celebrity on campus.

Zhuang Jun glanced at the dishes in the window and quickly reported, "Two servings of braised pork, two servings of green vegetables, one serving of cucumber, one serving of shredded potatoes."

Nowadays, most places no longer have a stable meat supply, yet the campus still does, which is considered a privilege.

The server skillfully scooped a few ladles of food, placing them as if lifting heavy as light, into Zhuang Jun's lunch box.

Each scoop the server gave was noticeably more than usual, showing full sincerity.

Zhuang Jun politely said, "Thank you, sir!"

The server squinted with a smile, "If it's not enough, come back for more."

This wasn't just a polite phrase as the school had extra subsidies for Superpower Users, with all meal expenses waived.

Zhuang Jun walked a dozen steps with his lunch box and suddenly heard a voice.

"A Jun!"

Zhuang Jun turned his head and immediately saw several classmates.

Some greeted warmly, some nodded slightly, and others showed no expression.

He smiled and greeted back, "Hi."

A short classmate named "He Zhifei" came over, putting an arm around his shoulder, glancing at his full lunch box.

He Zhifei exclaimed, "Wow, Lao Zhuang, you really have a cushy life."

Although universities received some care, the era of abundant supplies has passed, students could get enough to eat, but eating well was out of the question.

Zhuang Jun smiled, "I feel like I'm becoming a rice bucket."

He casually found an excuse, "Didn't sleep well last night, I'm going back to sleep."

After saying this.

Zhuang Jun walked away without hesitation.

Low voices of discussion came from behind.

No one at school knew about his astonishingly sharp hearing as he never told anyone about his superpower.

"Damn, this weasel is afraid we'll mooch off his food, acting all high and mighty because he's a Superpower User."

It was He Zhifei's voice.

His two-faced behavior was vividly illustrated by this guy.

Other classmates didn't sound any better.

"If he hadn't awakened his superpower, he'd never get into Minghua University in this lifetime."

"As long as you have dumb luck, even a straw bag can become successful, this world is too unfair."

Yet, a classmate who rarely spoke said something fair.

"Before the Superpower Era, the world wasn't fair, either. Instead, the Superpower Era gave ordinary people a chance to rise."

Zhuang Jun shook his head slightly, quickly walking out of the canteen.

He initially found it hard to accept the malice from classmates, but now he completely understood.

In one word — discontent stems not from scarcity but from inequality.

This is human nature.

Before awakening his superpower.

Zhuang Jun was just a high school senior, ranking barely above average in his class, his best hope was to get into an ordinary first-rate university.

He remembered very clearly, he was napping on the desk when suddenly, the world changed.

Countless sounds filled his ears, driving him almost insane.

He held his head and screamed in front of the whole class.

At that moment.

Zhuang Jun really thought he was about to die.

Now he understands, it was actually the moment to change his fate.

Back then.

The homeroom teacher was terrified, quickly called for an ambulance, and sent him to the hospital.

The doctor, experienced, suspected it was related to mutation and notified the local Liren Special Team.

After another round of checks.

Zhuang Jun was proudly declared a Superpower User.

A series of good things followed one after another.

Because he was only eighteen, the Jiuzhou Legion saw great potential and gave him special treatment.

Minghua University, one of the top three universities in the country, admitted him through "special recruitment."

He didn't even have to take the college entrance exam.

This was something Zhuang Jun never dared to dream of.

Not only that.

The school also gave many privileges.

Tuition, accommodation, and dining fees were all waived, while other students stayed in four-person rooms, he had a single room.

During his studies, he still received money, the Jiuzhou Legion gave him a monthly salary of up to 20,000 yuan.

Even some attractive senior sisters from his department seemed to approach him intentionally or unintentionally.

But Zhuang Jun was unmoved.

He had heard enough of all kinds of rumors and had no intention of dating in school.

Carrying his lunch box along the road, Zhuang Jun recalled the videos he saw on the internal network, and said softly, "Strong people like Mr. Ghost have protected these people too well."

The so-called "internal network" is the internal forum of the Jiuzhou Legion.

Zhuang Jun's biggest hobby is watching videos on the internal network because they are rarely seen outside.

Recently, the internal network updated a video, quickly hitting the top of the hot list.

In the video.

Mr. Ghost descended from the sky, punching a mutant leopard from over 500 meters away.

"Bang!"

The leopard exploded instantly.

Its flesh and blood flew everywhere.

A pale, complete skeleton landed lightly on the ground, still maintaining a running posture.

In front of the skeleton.

Several stunned soldiers stared at it, completely shocked.

Originally, they were prepared to die in battle but had no idea the leopard would turn into a skeleton mid-air.

Zhuang Jun had already watched the video more than a dozen times, but looking back even now, he still felt an overwhelming sense of admiration.

It was so incredibly cool!

Truly worthy of being the famous Ghost Lord!

He secretly made a decision, "Study at Minghua University for two years, get the graduation certificate early, then fight for Great Xia like Mr. Ghost."

Figures like Mr. Ghost, along with so many soldiers, risking their lives at the front line, made him feel he shouldn't stay sheltered at the rear.

At two in the afternoon.

Zhuang Jun entered the classroom on time, sitting alone in the corner.

As expected, he heard discussions about being "antisocial" and "looking down on others" again.

But Zhuang Jun didn't care at all.

This class is higher mathematics, also famously a headache-inducing course.

Yet Zhuang Jun finds it very easy.

He thinks that scoring ninety in the final exam is a sure thing, even a full score is not difficult.

Ten minutes passed.

The teacher was eloquently lecturing.

Zhuang Jun suddenly heard a different sound coming from the distant sky.

"Whoo～"

It sounded like the roar of a propeller.

Zhuang Jun didn't take it to heart, thinking it was a passing helicopter.

After a few seconds.

The roar grew louder.

The helicopter was clearly flying towards the school.

After a while.

This teaching building was in an uproar.

Because the helicopter descended onto the open space beside the teaching building.

Students began whispering to each other, having lost interest in the lecture.

The teacher also frequently looked outside.

After a while.

Zhuang Jun heard two distinct footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.

The footsteps were particularly powerful, clearly from rigorously trained soldiers.

Zhuang Jun's gaze turned to the doorway.

He already had some kind of intuition in his heart.

A few seconds later.

Two military officers appeared at the door.

The teacher stopped lecturing.

All the students' eyes were focused there.

A captain saluted: "Which one is Student Zhuang Jun? We are ordered to take you to the Capital City."

Everyone's gaze instantly locked onto Zhuang Jun.

Zhuang Jun quickly stood up: "That would be me."

The captain scrutinized him for a moment, then gestured: "Student, please come with me."

This officer, being meticulous, also said to the teacher: "Apologies, a national task has come up; I'm afraid Student Zhuang will need to miss your class."

The teacher promptly replied: "It's alright."

Who dares to interfere with a national task?

Zhuang Jun walked briskly towards the door.

Facing the gazes of many classmates, he felt a sense of pride for the first time.

Soon.

Zhuang Jun's figure disappeared.

"Whoo～"

The sound of the propeller grew louder again, then quickly faded into the distance.

The classroom returned to order.

But the mood of the students was anything but calm.

He Zhifei, sitting in the back row, muttered lowly: "Show-off!"

In reality, he was jealous.

Everyone is a university student, why should Zhuang Jun, a superpower user, enjoy so many benefits, even getting picked up by a helicopter?

A fellow student nearby glanced at He Zhifei, chuckled: "Zhuang Jun is serving the country, isn't that a hundred times better than you?"

He Zhifei was left speechless.

*

Three hours later.

Capital City.

Zhuang Jun once again arrived at the Jiuzhou Corps Headquarters.

The last time he came here, it was during his awakening as a superpower user.

A major received him, smiling as he asked: "Student Zhuang, you should know the Ghost Lord, right?"

Zhuang Jun felt invigorated by the mention.

Could the task be related to the Ghost Lord?

He quickly replied: "The world's strongest, how could I not know?"

The major smiled again: "There's now an opportunity to learn from the Ghost Lord, would you like to participate?

"According to our assessment, you have a very high talent in perception, fully meeting the criteria for this learning opportunity.

"However, I must first clarify, the learning process may involve certain dangers, but what exactly, no one knows for now."

Upon hearing the word "danger," Zhuang Jun hesitated: "Learning what?"

The major shook his head: "Unless you agree, we won't tell you."

This officer paused, then revealed a bit more information: "This is a request from the Ghost Lord, we spent half a day screening all superpower users nationwide.

"The Jiuzhou Corps selected a total of twenty-six candidates, you're just one among them."

Zhuang Jun instantly understood the meaning behind the words.

This is a very rare opportunity; otherwise, the Jiuzhou Corps wouldn't conduct a nationwide screening.

On the other hand.

He felt quite emotional inside.

A mere word from the Lord, and the Jiuzhou Corps immediately conducts a nationwide screening.

Awesome!

Zhuang Jun no longer hesitated: "I'm willing to participate."

After all, there's also danger on the battlefield in the future, what does a little danger count for?

The major smiled: "Then prepare yourself, we'll first award you a military rank."

Zhuang Jun exclaimed, puzzled: "Why award a rank?"

The major replied nonchalantly: "Shapudian over there is a battlefield, we won't let civilians enter the battlefield; of course, we need to award a rank first."

Zhuang Jun felt a chill in his heart.

He recalled many videos from the intranet, especially some bloody ones, his expression becoming resolute.

I am a Great Xia person!

Great Xia people aren't afraid!

The major continued: "Once you're awarded your rank, you'll have dinner, then fly via fighter jet to Shapudian."

Zhuang Jun's eyes immediately lit up: "I can fly in a fighter jet?!"

The major chuckled: "Soon you'll be an officer of the Jiuzhou Corps, what's so unusual about taking a fighter jet for a mission?"

Another hour passed.

Wearing a flight suit, Zhuang Jun looked at the fighter jet beside him, feeling a strong urge to post on social media.

Unfortunately, it's an act not permitted, so he had to suppress it.

All Zhuang Jun could do was sigh: "Roaming splendidly in fine attire!"