Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

Under a stinky overpass.

Yang Fan saw a strange middle-aged white man.

Beside this person lay a mangled corpse.

Half of the body had fallen nearby, crawling a few meters forward, leaving a large trail of blood.

From the cut, it was evident the deceased had unfortunately hit a Poisonous Ant, and was split in two by the creature.

The upper half of the body had fallen from the overpass, resulting in this gruesome scene.

The sight was extremely horrifying.

Yet, the middle-aged white man sat calmly on a tattered mat, looking ahead nonchalantly.

Yang Fan was a bit curious, thought for a moment, and revealed himself to say hello: "Hi!"

The white man turned his head to glance at him, but ignored him and turned away.

Yang Fan asked again: "Aren't you afraid?"

The white man seemed not to hear him, still ignoring him.

Yang Fan didn't get upset and continued to ask: "Miles, what are you looking at?"

Miles was indeed the white man's name.

A normal person called by name by a stranger would usually be surprised, but the white man remained indifferent.

Yet this time, the white man did not stay silent.

Miles smiled and said: "I'm watching the destruction of a country."

From the expression on his face, the white man seemed delighted to see Yokoni City in disaster and eager for the Federation's destruction.

Yang Fan grew even more curious.

In the past, before the Primordial World had descended, he had seen many rebellious Great Xia People online.

To his surprise, on the other side of smuggling to Canglan Star, he encountered a rebellious Carmenia national.

Interesting!

Miles seemed to have opened up: "You come from the Eastern Great Xia?"

Yang Fan truthfully said: "Yes."

Miles asked: "Why don't you go back? Why stay in this shithole of a Federation?"

Yang Fan replied: "I'll go back after a while."

Miles suggested: "You'd better hurry."

Yang Fan hummed in agreement.

Miles asked a question: "Can you Great Xia People find work with no residence?"

Yang Fan nodded and said: "Many companies in our country provide food and accommodation, but it's quite hard work."

Miles "Oh"ed: "Sounds alright, at least there's work."

This white man shifted the topic: "It's different in the Federation. If you don't have a fixed residence, it's hard to find a job, and without a job, you can't afford rent."

It's obvious.

This Mr. Miles was likely forced onto the streets because of this issue.

From his behavior and manner of speaking, he seemed well-educated.

Yet this man ultimately fell into homelessness.

Yang Fan recalled online discussions and asked: "But doesn't the Federation have a lot of relief?"

Miles shrugged: "But the Federation won't give you a chance to climb out of the mire. Isn't that the most important thing?

"This city has hundreds of thousands of homeless people, many like me who once tried hard to get back on track, but it's too, too difficult.

"Once you fall to the street, you almost can't return. You only move from one street to another.

"The Federation is a devouring place, those who fall to the bottom can't rise again for a lifetime."

Miles laughed: "That's why I hope this cesspool of a place gets destroyed sooner."

Yang Fan remained silent.

He could hear that the other had endured much hardship and was utterly disillusioned with the Federation.

So.

Do the power holders of Carmenia know the system of the Federation is deeply flawed?

Of course, they know!

Why don't they change it?

The answer is, some power holders simply don't care, others want to change but are powerless.

Society has become highly rigid, and any change involves issues of vested interests.

Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, then said: "If you really want to destroy the Federation, maybe I can offer you some help."

Miles looked a bit dubious: "Do you have such ability?"

Yang Fan smiled: "Haven't you noticed how I'm communicating with you?"

Miles suddenly realized: "My God! You're a Superpower User!"

Only then did the white man realize that the other party hadn't been moving their mouth, yet he seemed bewitched, not noticing it at all.

Miles' tone was urgent: "Great Xia person, please help me, I've dreamed of destroying the Federation!"

Yang Fan's expression remained calm: "I'm not a good person."

Miles shrugged again: "I don't care."

Yang Fan added: "You'll die."

Miles "Oh"ed: "If I can die gloriously, it's not a bad thing."

Yang Fan asked again: "Where do you most want to destroy?"

Miles replied unwaveringly: "Of course, the Azure Palace!"

The Azure Palace was the core of the Carmenia Federation.

Yang Fan asked: "Why do you choose the Azure Palace?"

Miles did not hesitate for a moment: "In the eyes of the high and mighty, we are just filthy scum.

"But scum like me will one day make them feel fear."

Yang Fan smiled and said: "As you wish."

*

Azure Palace.

The Grand Commander appeared alone in a confidential room, staring at a screen.

The screen displayed the figure of an old man.

The other held a glass of brandy in his right hand, a faint smile on his old face.

Previously, the Grand Commander instructed his subordinates to inform Mount of Gods to dispatch Superpower Users to eradicate the Poisonous Ant.

Mount of Gods didn't immediately agree and instead requested to speak with the Grand Commander alone.

Considering the urgency of the situation in Yokoni City, the Grand Commander had no choice but to agree to the other party's request.

"Mr. Grand Commander, nice to meet you!"

The old man nodded in greeting, elegantly sipping his brandy.

Facing the supreme leader of a nation, such demeanor seems a bit disrespectful.

The Grand Commander forced himself to hold back: "Mr. Jeremy, what demands do you have?"

He understood better than anyone that while the Mount of Gods seemed superficially like a subordinate institution of the Federation, this wasn't truly the case.

The eight most powerful families of the Federation clearly understood that Superpower Users were the future, so they jointly controlled the Mount of Gods.

This Mr. Jeremy was the representative dispatched by the Federation's most prominent family.

Even the Grand Commander wouldn't dare to offend him lightly.

At this moment.

Jeremy put down his brandy and smiled: "Grand Commander, if I'm not mistaken, you are seventy-eight years old this year, right?"

The Grand Commander nodded stiffly: "That's right."

He was very displeased in his heart.

I ask about the purpose of the Mount of Gods, and you brush it off, but why are you asking about my age?

Jeremy continued: "With your physical condition, I'm afraid it'll be difficult to serve another term as Grand Commander, won't it?"

The Grand Commander's face turned even darker.

What the hell do you mean?

Are you intentionally insulting me?

Jeremy spoke words that were shocking: "Grand Commander, the Mount of Gods has developed a kind of Secret Technique that can extend your life by thirty years, restoring your youth and vitality."

The Grand Commander was stunned.

Jeremy offered another condition: "We can also help you serve at least three more terms as Grand Commander, which with this term included, totals twenty years."

The Grand Commander was thoroughly tempted.

Longer power, longer life, the temptation was truly too great for someone in his seventies.

The Grand Commander clearly understood that the essence of political wisdom lies in exchange, and asked in a deep voice: "What does the Mount of Gods want?"

Jeremy smiled and said: "We just want some power beyond the usual limits."

The Grand Commander shook his head: "I don't understand what you mean, could you be more specific?"

Jeremy didn't play coy anymore: "The Mount of Gods needs some souls, and we hope such actions won't be restricted.

"Compared to the price we're offering, what the Mount of Gods wants isn't much."

The Grand Commander furrowed his brows.

Although he was old, he wasn't a fool and naturally understood the true meaning behind these words.

In simpler terms, it's—legalized murder.

If no one is killed, where would souls come from?

This made the Grand Commander very hesitant.

On one hand, he didn't appreciate such wanton slaughter.

On the other hand, what if granting such power to the Mount of Gods caused a huge problem?

Jeremy added another line: "Grand Commander, our targets are mainly the scum at the bottom.

"The Federation sustains so many scum, consuming too many resources, appropriately clearing some scum isn't a bad thing."

The Grand Commander felt a pang of conscience.

But the temptation offered was too great, and indeed the cost to the Federation wasn't significant.

After all, with frequent natural disasters, who would notice if a few vagrants disappeared?

The Grand Commander sighed and finally nodded: "Alright."

He understood that from this moment, he had officially boarded the pirate ship of the eight great families.

If something happened to the eight families, he'd also be in serious trouble.

In short.

Both parties would prosper or suffer together.

Jeremy gave an elegant nod: "When you have time, you can come to the Mount of Gods, and we can hold the ceremony for you at any time."

The Grand Commander didn't stand on ceremony: "Once the affair in Yokoni City is resolved, I'll be there."

This was a subtle hint—hurry up and send people from the Mount of Gods for the Yokoni City matter.

Jeremy understood the implication very well and readily agreed: "To protect the citizens of the Federation, the Mount of Gods will dispatch a thousand Superpower Users to fully clear out the monsters."

The Grand Commander sighed in relief.

*

Several hundred kilometers away.

Yokoni City.

Miles asked: "When are we going to the Azure Palace?"

Yang Fan replied: "Of course, right now!"

Miles stood up: "It's more than six hundred kilometers away, it'll take at least eight hours by car."

This white man continued: "First, we need to get a vehicle."

Yang Fan shook his head: "No, I have a much faster way, it'll take at most one minute."

Miles was incredulous: "How is that possible?!"

Yang Fan didn't explain, he just gestured: "Mr. Miles, please board the ship."

Miles was suddenly bewildered.

He looked left and right, but saw nothing.

Where was the ship?

The next second.

Miles was startled.

"Dong!"

He heard an illusory heartbeat.

A phantom wooden boat with rippling surroundings slowly emerged.

Such a vision exuded an indescribable mystery.

Miles was dumbfounded.

Yang Fan pointed to the wooden boat: "We can ride this to the Azure Palace."

This thing was naturally the Shuttle Boat.

This Supreme Treasure, after another transformation, gained an extremely powerful ability—ultra-long-distance teleportation.

Its maximum teleportation range reached an astounding one thousand kilometers.

However, the skill had limitations; it could currently be used only once every seven days.

Yang Fan recalled something and asked: "By the way, Miles, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?

"If you do, I can help you fulfill them."

Trading a wish to save the other person's life, he felt this was an equal exchange.

No one owed anything to anyone!