153: Doom? No, smile and peace

The illusion shattered.

Everything returned to normal.

In the audience's eyes, Xiao Fan's unfocused pupils suddenly regained clarity.

A glimmer of crystal tears flashed in his resolute eyes, but in an instant, Xiao Fan evaporated them with fire.

He took a deep breath, his heart still trembling, completely disregarding the stares of the surrounding audience, and walked directly towards Ghost Seven, his brows tightly furrowed as he nervously asked.

"Did something else happen at the end of the illusion?"

The feeling his mother gave him in the moment before she dissipated, clearly wasn't that of a fake person; she had a Soul!

Although it was only for an instant, he was absolutely certain!

At his level, there could never be a misconception!

Ghost Seven was also a bit stunned; just as he was about to nod, a desolate, ancient voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"After entering the Super God Class, come directly under my tutelage."

Ghost Seven frowned and responded with his mind: "Who are you?"

"Lord of Jail."

These two plain words nearly shattered Ghost Seven's heart, filling his eyes with disbelief, and even his body trembled slightly.

Lord of Jail!

One of the earliest powerhouses to attain the Martial Emperor Dao, an existence on the level of a living fossil, the ceiling of the entire planet! He was the kind of powerhouse who could contend with the kings of other races!

He wants to take me as his Disciple?

Ghost Seven covered his mouth in excitement, full of disbelief, wondering if it was an illusion?

At this moment, a mysterious power suddenly entered his body; before Ghost Seven could react, the voice sounded again.

"What I gave you is the key to the Hall of Valor."

After these words, Ghost Seven was completely bewildered.

The Hall of Valor, the highest hall of the Human Race, ordinary people couldn't even get close...

So, does that mean the Lord of Jail is waiting for him in the Hall of Valor? You have the key, just come in directly?

Me? Enter the Hall of Valor to become the Lord of Jail's Disciple?

In an instant, tears streamed from Ghost Seven's eyes; he couldn't even imagine having such an Opportunity! Because nightmares are the embodiment of misfortune...

Wait!

The Lord of Jail Cultivates the legendary Soul Power, so just now...

"Xiao Fan's mother, she..."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

After speaking, the Lord of Jail's power dissipated; Ghost Seven swallowed, quickly wiped away the tear stains from his eyes, and shook his head, telling Xiao Fan: "It was just my illusion."

Xiao Fan was startled and said: "Really?"

Ghost Seven nodded gently.

Xiao Fan gave a self-deprecating smile; sure enough, he was thinking too much. Both his parents were as ordinary as could be, and their death notice was very simple and clear: they sacrificed themselves in a conflict with an alien race.

Later, the Demon War God also helped him search the archives, and there were no problems whatsoever.

No Miracle would appear.

Finally, Xiao Fan shook his head, put away those complex emotions, gently patted Ghost Seven's shoulder, and smiled: "Thank you."

"If you have time, you can come to my house for dinner."

"My wife is a good cook."

Ghost Seven's body trembled, and he quickly shook his head, his face under the black hood suddenly appearing somewhat flustered.

This made Xiao Fan a bit puzzled.

But Zhuge Tianming on the small throne frowned, thinking: "Is this guy socially anxious?"

He was too familiar with that look, just like his past self.

Finally, Xiao Fan suddenly acted without martial ethics, shamelessly striking a palm and pushing Ghost Seven out of the arena, under the astonished gazes of everyone present.

The referee announced Xiao Fan as the winner.

Xiao Fan gave a mischievous smile and said: "I owe you a favor!"

From childhood to adulthood, Xiao Fan had never owed anyone; the thought of owing a favor made him feel ants crawling all over his body, annoying him to death.

But he couldn't lose.

Boss Bai was counting on him to win all five matches and make a huge profit.

And if Ghost Seven couldn't enter the Super God Class because of one loss, he would directly give him King Star God's recommendation letter. As for himself?

If he couldn't enter the Super God Class, wouldn't countless citizens of the Federation riot?

Everyone wasn't blind; the strength Xiao Fan displayed was at least top ten level. For him not to enter would be a huge joke!

Ghost Seven also shook his head helplessly, thinking it didn't matter if he lost; anyway, the Lord of Jail had already taken a liking to him, which was more fortunate than anything else.

Thinking of this, he took off his black hood, revealing a bright, sunny face with a simple and pure smile.

Everyone said he looked too kind, out of place with his talent, so they suggested he disguise himself, dress more mysteriously, at least to make opponents feel his Aura was extraordinary.

Before this, he had never thought he could actually enter the Super God Class.

Although his talent was Divine-Grade, nightmares represented misfortune and disaster. He still remembered vaguely hearing several officials argue when his talent was measured, with some saying they should destroy his talent.

So the Federation didn't Cultivate him; whether it was his Realm, elements, or physical combat, he was simply not on the same level as other contestants; he was too weak.

His biggest goal was to be noticed by someone, to get a well-paying job, no matter what it was, at least so his future days wouldn't be so difficult.

But I never expected to be noticed by the Lord of Jail!

That means I won't be short on money, right? Finally!

I can tell my sister: "Don't save, eat whatever you want... our family has money now."

At this moment, the Lord of Jail's desolate voice sounded again, unusually carrying a hint of a smile: "Don't waste time, come directly to Di Yi Academy to report now."

Ghost Seven was incredibly excited, not daring to say more, and hurried towards the Federation's highest academy.

Di Yi Academy Hall of Valor.

It was an ancient, mottled tall building, somewhat gray and white. The carved dove of peace at the very top had lost half a wing in a battle, and no one had repaired it since. If not for the worn wooden sign at the entrance bearing the words "Hall of Valor," people might have thought it was an abandoned ancient building.

It was always quiet here, as if only the sounds of nature existed. Some people stayed in the academy for four years and might not even see anyone entering or exiting this place.

But if someone was seen entering, they should immediately offer the highest salute, because that might be an unknown but greatly contributing existence for the Human Race.

Inside the Hall of Valor.

A man in a loose black and red robe looked out the window, and a rare smile appeared in his abyss-like eyes.

This was the Lord of Jail, with a Myth-Grade talent: Soul. Realm: Martial Emperor Great Perfection.

Beside him were two other individuals, both super important figures.

Martial Emperor Lingyun.

President Leaf Yanan.

Even these two had to show the deference of Juniors in front of the Lord of Jail.

Martial Emperor Lingyun asked curiously: "Lord of Jail, what exactly do you see in that boy?"

This was also the question Leaf Yanan wanted to know; the Lord of Jail had never taken a Disciple in over six hundred years.

If he wished, he could take any Myth-Grade talent, even Xi He or Ying Zheng, under his wing!

Who would have thought that the one finally chosen by this ceiling-level existence would be a child with a Divine-Grade talent and no background.

The Lord of Jail said faintly: "Because his Soul is interesting."

A file appeared in his hand.

"Name: Ghost Seven."

"Age: Seven."

"Talent Divine-Grade: Nightmare."

"Evaluation: What a pity. Although it's a Divine-Grade talent, it's a nightmare representing misfortune. From ancient times to the present, those with this talent have brought great disaster to the world. Following humanitarian principles, we will not destroy this child, but we will also not Cultivate him; let him fend for himself."

"Born at seven AM on Ghost Festival, hence named Ghost Seven."

"Misfortune took his parents."

"And he has a younger sister."

"A five-year-old child, raising a four-year-old sister, living in a dirty alley, eating the worst kind of 'hundred-family meal'."

"Yet he doesn't harbor any resentment towards this world."

"He even uses his ability to bring sweet dreams to those around him."

"I've never seen such a youth."

Speaking of this, the Lord of Jail sighed: "For six hundred years, I've seen countless Souls, empty and bland."

"Whether it's you or him, it's the same."

The Lord of Jail's gaze swept over Lingyun Wudi and Leaf Yanan; these two existences, supreme in the eyes of ordinary people, could only offer a sheepish smile at this moment, not daring to refute.

The Lord of Jail then said: "Actually, I once thought about taking another child as a Disciple."

As soon as these words came out, the two beside him immediately looked up, somewhat surprised.

They had never heard of this before.

The Lord of Jail only shook his head helplessly and said: "That child is named Chen Changsheng."

"But I also didn't know how to help him develop that strange talent, so I gave up."

Martial Emperor Lingyun raised an eyebrow; he heard another meaning in these words.

"Are you saying that the child named Ghost Seven might reach the height of Changsheng in the future?"

"Perhaps." The Lord of Jail chuckled softly, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

At this moment, Ghost Seven was sprinting down the wide street, his smile radiant.

He didn't feel the changes within him; the Aura of misfortune brought by the nightmare gradually melted under the scorching sun, and even the wind blew in his direction.

A hundred years later, the myriad races of the heavens would hardly believe that the Daydreamer, who always wore a smiling mask and a black cloak, bringing smiles and peace to everyone, once had a talent that represented the misfortune of nightmares.