Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

Wen Zehan smiled and said nothing more.

After all, for ordinary people, blood rituals are indeed too terrifying, and he didn't want to scare his daughter.

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On the other side of Canglan Star.

Carmenia Federation, Fire Phoenix City.

Historically, the indigenous people of this land called it Hoozdo, meaning "the place of heat."

Before the Age of Calamity.

Fire Phoenix City was near the tropics, located in the Sonoran Desert, surrounded by mountains. This unique geography made the local climate very hot, with summer temperatures often exceeding 40 degrees.

Even civilian airplanes had to taxi longer due to the thinner air to gain enough lift when taking off here.

After the Age of Calamity.

Fire Phoenix City was no longer a hot place but became an ice and snow land like other cities on Canglan Star.

Although the city was covered in ice and snow, the temperature was much higher than other cities in the Carmenia Federation.

The daytime average temperature was about minus twenty degrees, and at night it was only more than minus thirty degrees.

In this era of cold disaster, it could be called "pleasant climate."

To the south of the state where Fire Phoenix City was located lay the Azik Alliance.

In the past, the Carmenia Federation was known as the "beacon of civilization," with countless people crossing the desert each year to smuggle into the Federation.

Now, there were even more smugglers.

Because there were too many people who couldn't survive the Age of Calamity.

Although life in the Carmenia Federation wasn't easy, it was much better than in other countries.

Despite the icy conditions and numerous dangers, a large number of smugglers entered the Federation every month.

And Fire Phoenix City was the destination for many of the smugglers.

Few people knew that this city had become one of the population trafficking centers of the Carmenia Federation.

Almost no one knew that the core of the Federation's supernatural power, the Mount of Gods, had quietly established several blood sacrifice altars in Fire Phoenix City.

Matra was one of the people in the know.

Not many knew more than he did.

Because Matra was the priest for many blood sacrifices.

This guy came from a very privileged background, graduated from the Federation's top medical school, and after graduation, he smoothly entered one of the top three medical institutions in the Federation. After two years of work, he married the daughter of a billionaire, easily reaching the pinnacle of life.

For ordinary Carmenians, this was the standard template for a life's success story.

However.

Unexpectedly, the unexpected still happened.

Matra accidentally discovered that his wife was having an affair, leaving him heartbroken, angry, and desperate.

A month later.

He did something very horrific—he anesthetized his wife and then dissected her alive.

Finally, as he looked at the neatly dismembered corpse, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.

Although Matra had meticulously planned it, experienced Federation agents still dug him out.

He was arrested and underwent a lengthy judicial trial.

Matra originally thought he wouldn't escape death, but fate was stranger than he imagined.

Overnight, the Superpower Era descended.

Matra quickly discovered that he seemed to have special abilities.

He could draw perfectly straight lines on walls with the handle of a spoon, with each line perfectly parallel at equal distances.

He found an opportunity to tell the prison guard about this, and was quickly recruited by the Mount of Gods.

Now Matra had awakened as a Superpower User and was valued by the upper echelons, becoming a ceremonial officer of an altar.

Not just any Superpower User could become a ceremonial officer.

Because ceremonial officers were mainly responsible for sacrifices, requiring them to undergo extremely bloody and cruel events, they must have exceptionally strong psychological resilience.

Additionally, there was a crucial requirement—ceremonial officers must be favored by the altar.

This sounds a bit strange.

But it was indeed the case; the altar possessed a mysterious consciousness that favored certain Superpower Users and rejected others.

The Mount of Gods quickly found that the ceremonial officers deeply favored by the altar were often psychologically twisted psychopaths.

Matra was a typical example; he appeared polished on the surface, but his heart was extraordinarily twisted, taking great pleasure in the screams of the sacrifices.

This was exactly why the high echelons of the Mount of Gods placed great importance on him.

At this moment.

Matra was sitting in a luxurious restaurant, happily slicing a fragrant steak with a dinner knife.

He usually lived in the capital White Stone City and only came quietly to Fire Phoenix City when assigned a task. He would return to White Stone City immediately after overseeing the sacrifices.

The Mount of Gods did this mainly to conceal the true locations of the altars.

Matra's hands were very steady, and he cut the steak into small three-centimeter square pieces.

This was his habit.

If he didn't cut it this way, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

After a few seconds.

A female server pushed over a dining cart, smiled, and said, "Sir, here is your wine-braised foie gras. Please enjoy."

Matra politely said, "Thank you!"

He often dined at this restaurant and could tell at a glance that the server was new here.

The female server gave a tempting sweet smile, swaying her body as she turned away.

She seemed to know that the guest was watching from behind, doing her utmost to showcase her feminine allure, swaying deliberately and elegantly.

Matra knew full well that she wanted to seduce him.

No, a more accurate term would be "transaction," using her vibrant and youthful body to exchange for something from him.

This was something many beautiful waitresses at the restaurant had done; this waitress was just trying to follow in her predecessors' footsteps to take a shortcut.

And this was a selling point that the restaurant deliberately crafted.

They sold not only high-end ingredients but also the lively femininity of young girls.

At this moment.

A sudden thought popped into Matra's mind: "Get her!"

The desire was so strong that he called out to her without any hesitation: "Hey, miss!"

The female server quickly turned around, smiling even more seductively: "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

Matra said courteously, "I wonder if I might have the honor of getting your contact information."

The female server smiled happily: "Of course, sir!"

Soon.

Matra got her phone number and added her on social media.

He also learned her name—Vivian.

Vivian threw him a flirty glance and left.

Matra whispered softly, "The altar should like this fresh body."

Three hours later.

In a hotel room.

Matra thoroughly enjoyed a fresh body.

Vivian kept asking, "Am I wonderful," to which he always affirmatively replied, "Yes."

This wasn't a lie.

Vivian's skills truly pleased him.

This unconsciously reminded Matra of his wife, whom he had dismembered with his own hands; she had once been so full of spirit too.

So he did something—at the moment of climax, he hit Vivian on the forehead with his palm.

She fell unconscious without a sound.

Matra sat beside her, gently stroking Vivian's fair cheek, whispering, "The altar will certainly like you very much."

As a ceremonial officer, he could clearly feel the altar craving this offering.

Matra got up and left the bed, quickly walking into the bathroom.

In no time, the sound of running water could be heard.

At that moment.

A dim starlight appeared out of nowhere, rapidly entering Vivian's forehead and then vanished without a trace.

Matra noticed nothing at all.