However, the daily life here is still different from other places.
This is a world where public opinion reigns supre, and it can easily influence law, morality, and even a person’s life or death.
With Gao Fangzhou, a seasoned public intellectual, fanning the flas and inciting hatred on both sides, the conflict escalated rapidly.
After the escalation, Gao Fangzhou kept steering the narrative, causing more people to comnt, easily turning the minority into an absolute minority.
Once they beca an absolute minority, anything they said was tainted with original sin, and Gao Fangzhou stepped away, watching the events unfold on their own.
A few days later, that minority was judged guilty by the majority and was about to be sent to court for sentencing.
While the majority debated on how to convict them, Gao Fangzhou casually suggested a penalty — the Silence Punishnt!
Ultimately, the Silence Punishnt was implented, and that small group was stripped of their ability and right to continue as public figures.
This maneuver indicated the feasibility of Gao Fangzhou’s plan, and he went on to orchestrate several other conflicts, which interconnected and produced many subtle effects.
More and more people faced the Silence Punishnt, leaving fewer and fewer voices in the city, until there were only about a hundred people left.
These hundred or so people held the power of speech in the city, possessing all the city’s power, while tens of thousands of Silencers acted under their orders.
Their interests aligned, their theories similar, with hardly any conflicts over major issues.
So they began to enjoy the fruits of their victory, becoming over a hundred nobles in the city.
Amidst the crowd, Gao Fangzhou, appeared inconspicuous, but was actually plotting how to eliminate these hundred-plus nobles.
Achieving this goal was simple, it just required sowing discord among them.
Even if there were no conflicts now, in ti, new ones would inevitably arise.
A few days later, a new conflict erged, as these hundred-plus enjoyed all the city’s resources, it was inevitable for two of them to want the sa thing at so point.
And this was the mont for Gao Fangzhou to operate.
In the past few years in the dream, Gao Fangzhou beca a Mastery of manipulating people’s hearts, and remarkably, he clearly realized the errors of his past actions and was willing to accept punishnt and atone for these mistakes.
By following his thods and continuing to operate, he could completely quiet down this dreamscape and then escape this dreamscape’s Hell.
Outside the dream, Yan Zu sipped coffee, as if watching an intriguing drama series.
"It seems that I’m going to lose this bet."
"That’s unacceptable."
Yan Zu shook his head, and in the dream, new changes began. The nobility group of a hundred who had been incited by Gao Fangzhou and were starting a verbal war suddenly ceased their argunts and began a new topic.
The topic was, to abolish the Silence Punishnt!
After the topic was passed, all the Silencers in the entire dreamscape were liberated and given normal rights.
Gao Fangzhou tried his best to stop it, but his words were useless under Yan Zu’s will, and his previous efforts were effortlessly wiped away by Yan Zu.
Unable to silence these natural-born complainers, Gao Fangzhou was powerless against them.
Yan Zu, satisfied, withdrew his gaze. Gao Fangzhou’s despair and feelings ant nothing to him; he was a high and mighty Deity, and humans were rely tools for him to achieve his goals.
He could take pleasure in using tools but would not harm his own interests for the sake of the tools’ needs.
Even the so-called ga with Wen Wen was just for fun; to maintain sanity throughout a long life, he needed to do things he found interesting from ti to ti.
"Let check on this side, hmm, it looks like he’s going to win."
"Manufacturing illusions within a dreamland, his battle experience can’t compare to a true power, and his soul is quite unusual, I can’t do any tricks."
"But such matters, how could they possibly hinder ?"
Yan Zu let out a sinister smile; in the Inner World, his title of Illusion Dream Old Immortal was not in vain. Under this na lay countless victims’ wails and cries.
"If one opponent slightly stronger can’t defeat him, then let two enemies fuse, this way the Strength trend will be overwhelming, but to be sure, let it undergo a Seed Explosion and multiply its Strength a few tis."
Just after setting up the battle on Wen Wen’s side, Yan Zu’s expression suddenly froze.
He sensed there was sothing intruding on the Spiral Mountain Range.
And the intruder was not like Wen Wen, who sneakily crept in using Nightmare-like abilities, but boldly broke through barriers and charged in.
To accomplish this, it definitely wasn’t an ordinary enemy!
Under such invasion, the ga with Wen Wen was no longer his focus.
The Yan Zu doppelganger watching the ’ga’ swiftly flew back to the top layer of Spiral Mountain, rging with the profiled figure in a dark robe that was his true form, and gazed solemnly into the distance.
...
"Hey ho, you’re here playing stacking blocks with ."
Wen Wen stared with dead fish eyes at the Patchwork Monster in front of him, feeling a bit of pain.
He was about to win when the dying Starry Sky Demon suddenly fused with Wen Jieluo Wen, turning into a gigantic black-and-white Monster, with a main torso up front resembling a Holy Angel, while its wings had transford into endless filth.
The most unfair part was that its Energy level suddenly multiplied several tis, creating an entirely different vibe.
Only in certain ani about the Saiya People does combat power irrationally soar post-fusion.
"If you’re playing like this, how can I withstand it?"
Wen Wen spread his hands helplessly, then suddenly showed a delighted expression on his face.
"Looks like my backup has arrived, so I won’t be playing with you... Goodbye!"
A pitch-black robe covered Wen Wen’s entire body, and a black pillar of light shot into the sky, the entire dreamscape was instantly covered in cracks.
In the dream, all the Strength Wen Wen had previously felt was ethereal.
But after switching to the Catastrophe power, Wen Wen felt his Strength was solid, a true power he could freely command.
Wen Wen looked up at the massive Patchwork Monster, a mocking expression crossing his lips.
"Do you think true Strength is rely a growth in size, an aggregation of Energy..."
The Patchwork Monster roared in frenzy, gathering Energy as if it could destroy the heavens and the earth, forming a colossal Energy Sphere aid at Wen Wen’s head.
Wen Wen glanced up at the gigantic Patchwork Monster, curled his fingers, and flicked lightly.
The enormous body of the Patchwork Monster dispersed like mist, as if it had never existed.
"This is true Strength."
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