What’s wrong with the dream world!

"I just want to see if there's anyone out there who genuinely loves journalism as much as I do. Our newspaper has such a great work atmosphere, so employees can't just come here for the money, right?"

"..."

Yu Xiu De looked at the editor-in-chief's eyes, which were as clear as a child's, and was sure that the other party was not joking or making some confusing excuses, but really believed it from the bottom of his heart.

He was silent.

Where did this young man in his forties who is still ignorant of the world come from!

How much power does your family have behind it, and how much do your family members pamper you to allow you to grow up like this?

If Guan Weizhong dared to say such words...

However, the editor-in-chief was not his former agent but his superior, so Yu Xiu De was just a little speechless and his emotions remained stable.

"But it seems there are still employees who are as passionate about journalism as I am!"

Yu Xiu De looked at the editor-in-chief wearing black-framed glasses, and instead of being dejected, he straightened up.

The newspaper's idea king, with a big belly, raised a finger to the ceiling, grinning excitedly, as if he had come up with another good idea. He said in a raised tone:

"Ugh!"

Yu Xiu De's calm state of mind began to stir up ripples.

This familiar feeling... this familiar interjection...

as predicted.

The editor-in-chief walked to Yu Xiude's desk and pulled him up from his seat.

"After listening to your suggestion, I went home and thought hard last night, and finally came up with a new idea."

"Since the super criminals on the loose are too dangerous, and judging heroes by their fate is too easy to be misleading... then why don't we just find some who will definitely not cause us any trouble?"

He was still thinking about the combat power ranking.

There was a subtle hint of impatience in Yu Xiude's tone.

"Editor-in-Chief, you have some great ideas, but they've already been implemented by other newspapers. We simply can't compete with the credibility of rankings like superheroes..."

"No, no, no, I said, this is a new idea."

The editor-in-chief took Yu Xiude to the sofa, motioned for him to sit down, and then he sat down himself.

His tone was full of confidence, as if he felt that he would be able to convince Yu Xiu De this time, and that this must be something that no one had ever done before!

To some extent, it is true!

"We can make a ranking list of all the super criminals who have been arrested!"

"Those super criminals who have been arrested can't still cause us trouble, right?"

……

……

In a mountainous area that has not yet been recorded on the federal map, there is a federal prison specifically used to detain arrested super criminals - the Obsidian Prison.

The vast area is surrounded by towering stone walls and electric fences. The entrance is heavily guarded with armed guards and biometric scanners. Surveillance towers and drones are deployed in the surrounding area to provide 24/7 surveillance.

The prisoners imprisoned here are all fate holders.

Obsidian Prison is not the only prison in the Federation used to imprison those with destiny.

But it is the only prison that holds only those who have destiny.

The imprisonment of most people with this fate is actually not difficult, but the procedures are cumbersome and need to be tailored to their abilities. Sometimes ordinary prisons can also do it.

The Obsidian Prison holds a small number of people with fates that are difficult to specifically detain.

The creator of the "Real Dreamland", the crazy man with the ideal of "saving the world", the owner of the illegal fate [Priest] who dragged hundreds of thousands of people into the dreamland without the authorization of the Federation - No. 13, is one of them.

Deep in the gloomy detention area of Obsidian Prison, No. 13 was imprisoned in a small cell, accused of "concealing fate", "establishing a religion without federal approval", and "endangering public safety".

He was completely wrapped in a very strange cloth, like a mummy in priest's clothes.

This cloth, woven by the tailors in the Federal Bureau of Crafts and capable of carrying the power of a permanent director, can isolate the power of most fate holders, making No. 13's "induction" and "forced dreaming" ineffective, and unable to utilize the power of faith produced by anyone other than himself.

Moreover, this kind of cloth, which is determined by the owner's fate, has a very wonderful property, that is, even if you are wrapped up in it, you will not feel stuffy, it will not affect your eating, your vision, or going to the toilet... it is even very comfortable.

There was no deliberate torture.

In the Federation, most people with destiny, even if they are imprisoned, have completely different conditions and environments from ordinary people.

Outside the cell, two prison guards wearing special helmets were flipping through the report in their hands and whispering to each other.

They didn't seem worried at all about the super criminal inside going on a rampage.

It's not because they discovered the kindness in No. 13's heart through the files, but because they know who is arresting this super criminal.

The man who was in charge of suppressing civil unrest in the Federation and the head of the entire Federal Supervisory Office system was the youngest and also the most powerful [pillar] of the Federation.

Even most people with this fate are no different from ordinary people in front of him.

"How long do you think it will take him to get out?"

"It will probably only take a day or two. After all, that gentleman has always followed the rules and regulations."

"But is this really necessary? I mean, almost everyone knows that being defeated by that master is the same as death. We've already become his possession..."

"Be careful what you say."

Let’s stop talking.

Despite being trapped within prison walls, No. 13 did not give up his faith. He knelt on the concrete floor of his cell, clasped his hands together, and began his prayer.

His voice echoed in the empty cell.

"They are orphans abandoned by their parents, they are children cursed by the world, and they are saints forced to stray from the righteous path."

"They are ignorant and clueless, exposed in the cold light."

"They were drenched in pain, soaked in death, and because there was no place for them to go, they curled up and hugged themselves."

"[Nightmare] did not give up on them and showed them favor."

Wrapped in cloth, his eyes were closed, with a pious expression on his face, immersed in prayer, as if isolated from the world around him.

As the prayer continued, Thirteen felt a warm feeling fill his body. He was surrounded by an indescribable peace and hope.

It wasn't from the Nightmare, because Thirteen wasn't dreaming at the moment.

This warmth comes from No. 13's own fanatical belief in Nightmare.

until……

A tall woman wearing a bright red cape and a blue tights, with a face as delicate as a marble sculpture, ignored the prison guards' obstruction, forced open the door of the cell, and came to No. 13.

She had a smile on her face as warm as the sun.

"Old Thirteen."

"Did you find him?"

The tone is gentle and kind.

But it made Thirteen's warm heart feel like it was falling into an icy abyss.

Real Dreamland: Chapter 100 You also know that ever since he left me...

Number Thirteen's body began to tremble unnaturally.

He was wrapped tightly in bandages, but he could clearly open his eyes and see who was coming.

But he still bowed his head and prayed without looking up.

"Wait...wait a minute."

The prison guard, having recovered from his shock, instinctively wanted to take action.

The other party was very fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the cell door from the other end of the corridor and easily pulled open the cell door made of composite metal material, just like crushing a piece of paper.

The two prison guards, who were almost knocked over by the wind and waves caused by the high-speed movement, staggered and almost fell.

After stabilizing himself, he turned around and looked at the prison door with a big hole in it. All he could see was a fluttering red cloak.

Looking at each other's iconic attire, the two of them of course recognized who the visitor was.

One of the guards tried to stop it.

He wanted to at least give a verbal warning to this woman with long golden hair like the sun and jewel-like blue eyes.

Obsidian Prison is not the outside world.

This is an important judicial center, representing the face of the Federation. The warden of the prison is also a [jailer]... and also a person with a very powerful fate!

As long as the [Jailer] is in charge, no super criminal can escape from this prison!

Even if you, the Federation Girl, are the most powerful superhero, you cannot be so unscrupulous and ignore the rules and regulations here... You should at least say hello to us!

Otherwise, how are we supposed to report to our superiors?

But just as the prison guard was about to take action, he was quickly pulled back by another prison guard and pinned under him.

"Proceed with caution!"

The prison guard whispered a warning to his companion.

Although the [Federal Girl] had a good reputation, with nearly 100 million of the billions of Federation citizens following her on social media and becoming her fans, the prison guards still occasionally heard some negative rumors about her, such as...

Before the prison guard could form any association, a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts, and at the same time, both prison guards were pulled up by an irresistible hand.

"Sorry, I was so excited to see old friends that I forgot about you two who were working so hard."

The woman, whose smile was as bright as the sun, pulled the prison guard up.

As the greatest superhero in the history of the Federation, he must pay attention to maintaining his character image.

The federal girl didn't do it on purpose, but she really didn't notice it. At that time, her attention was only focused on No. 13, who might have news about No. 6.

She was too anxious.

"You have fulfilled your duties. You can report my name to your superiors. They will not make things difficult for you."

The federal girl, who had no documents in her hands, said sincerely:

"I'm so sorry to bother you."

"It's no bother, no bother... We janitors aren't as busy as a superhero like you. I'm sure you have something very urgent to do."

The prison guard who was advising his colleague to be careful with his words and actions quickly shook his head and showed an expression of deep honor.

Although the other prison guard was dissatisfied, he raised his head slightly to look at the tall figure that was half a head taller than him, about 1.9 meters tall. After weighing which was harder, himself or the metal, he shrank his neck and nodded, agreeing with his colleague's opinion.

In fact, the prison guard also knew that he could not do anything else to stop the other party except verbal warnings.

But sometimes actions are not important, attitude is important, and the federal girl took the initiative to speak, which was equivalent to giving the prison guard a way out and relieving his worries.

Seeing the two people nodding their heads, the superhero in thick blue tights and thick red gloves patted the shoulders of the two prison guards like a good brother.

"Don't be so self-deprecating. You are the real heroes."

"!"

Hearing this, the two prison guards were surprised and a little excited.

Although as prison guards, they had some complaints about the uninvited federal girl's forceful destruction of the cell door, but when the world's greatest superhero patted their shoulders and said such words to themselves as ordinary people who could be easily replaced and optimized, how could they not be touched?

The two men looked at the woman in front of them with a smile as bright as the sun, and their minds couldn't help but change.

The federal girl's impression of the two also changed.

Through the changes in heart rate and the secretion of pheromones, the federal girl, who had super sense of smell and super hearing, noticed that the two prison guards' inner vigilance and fear had decreased, and the smile on her face seemed more sincere.

Yes.

As the greatest superhero, everyone should support and respect themselves.

I am not a monster to be feared.

I am a superhero!

……

"By the way, I need to talk to him alone later. I wonder if you can make some space for me to catch up with him?"