Chapter 56 (Subconscious 2): Artificial Dreams

In October 2032, at Sailor Valley in the Kingdom of Sand and Oil

Prince Harufa of the Kingdom of Sand and Oil had constructed a mirage-like wonder in the heart of the desert. An array of intelligent cities stretched for nearly a thousand kilometers, collectively named Sailor Valley.

Before its grand opening to tourists worldwide, Prince Harufa invited his partners, friends, and family to attend the soft opening ceremony. Among the guests were Michael, Daphne, as well as the mother and daughter, Irene and Mandy.

The group first toured the breathtaking—

She cast a glance at the area covered by his underwear, and instantly her whole body tensed, a chill running through her as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The cavalry of the Donghu army approached like a whirlwind. The messenger spurred his horse desperately, trying to reach the camp gate before the Donghu riders. But while he ran in a straight line, the Donghu cut across at an angle, shortening their distance to the gate.

I don’t care who you are—today, running into us means it’s your unlucky day. What, do you expect us to make the first move?

“If only this game could take the world by storm, with generous rewards and high playability. I can’t imagine anyone who could resist it,” Monkey remarked with a hint of mischief.

“Hello! May I ask what kind of drink you would like?” The manager’s curious gaze never left me.

Ling Feng’s expression subtly changed at these words. The Moro Society was a Blue Crystal-level force; this young man’s background was clearly extraordinary. Yet what puzzled Ling Feng was when the Black Robe Society had started associating with powers of the Blue Crystal level.

Before Jiu’er could respond, Jiang Man was already staring wide-eyed at Ji Youze, who had just spoken. She then turned to Ji Youyu, and only after receiving a nod from him did she blink, her eyes growing moist as she took deep breaths of fresh air.

At that moment, a man wearing nothing but underwear came stumbling down from the sand dune. It was none other than Hu Gu, a tribesman whose curiosity had gotten the better of him earlier. Upon seeing this, Shange immediately understood—they had fallen into a trap this time.

“There are rumors outside that this young man’s medical skills are extraordinary, almost on par with Master Ghost,” a middle-aged man beside the Ghost Doctor murmured quietly.

“How... how is that possible?” Ke Feng gaped in disbelief at Zhaozhao. In that instant, the adorable Zhaozhao seemed to transform, taking on an air of heroism.

An Shuzhen calmed herself, realizing she was not in the wrong. She just didn’t know about Gong Deming’s misconduct outside the school back then. As her anger slowly subsided, she took a deep breath and managed a forced smile.

A cold smile appeared on Emperor Yu’s face. Let him keep up the pretense for a while—soon, I’ll catch him in the act and see what he has to say for himself.

For a moment, the old faction exchanged sighs and remarks, but soon their excitement grew, and Canaan’s death was quickly forgotten.

He glanced back at the stove. The fire was starting to spread a bit, so he poked it with the fire iron, pushed some more wood into the belly of the stove, and adjusted the ventilation. The flames burned brighter, and the fragrance of cooking rice drifted to his nose.

Though it wasn’t said outright, the implication was clear—they thought Tang Yiyi was just too slow.

Later, it’s unclear which resident of Dragon Country started it, but someone began to flaunt their wealth. Soon, foreigners were left in tears—tears streaming from the corners of their mouths.

Standing by the window in the living room, the picturesque river view stretched out before him, filling his heart with joy and serenity.

At that moment, Hadeford was still struggling to expel the shards from his body, focusing all his strength on healing his wounds.

He returned to the academy, shouldered the luggage he had packed in advance, and hurried home. He was from Xiangcheng in Hui Province. Setting out at dusk, he reached home just after four in the morning.

With Wang Ye’s roar, he swept up everything in sight without hesitation, then turned and fled.

“His Highness, the Prince of Jin, is absolutely right!” Chen Shubao, standing beneath the eaves, dared not dissent, and could only offer flattery.