Zhou Chen and Plague Doctor didn’t rush to contact the Salvation Army. Instead, they dutifully waited in line in the waiting hall, wanting to get a better understanding of the situation here.

Then they discovered that there wasn’t really anything to investigate in the City of Dreams.

To put it bluntly, this place was a rather special dreamscape. Its purpose was to let people live out all sorts of daydreams, like transforming into Superman to experience flight and superhuman feats, becoming a billionaire and throwing money around, getting intimate with a real-life Goddess, or becoming a Long Aotian to show off and put others in their place. In short, it was a place to have fun in a dream. There weren’t many restrictions, just a few incredibly simple Rules: "No killing," "No kidnapping," "No cutting in line," and "Take a number and wait your turn."

From the staff, they also learned that the Star Association treated this place as an employee benefit, often sending outstanding employees here to relax. The place had basically become a private resort Garden for the Star Association, so there couldn’t possibly be anything dangerous or noteworthy about it.

"I’m quite curious, why doesn’t the Star Association prohibit people from taking Gold out?" Zhou Chen asked the female staff member from the Star Association.

"This is the wish of the master of the City of Dreams. The Star Association is happy to comply."

The young woman said, "The City of Dreams is a Spirit Realm city that brings people joy. This joy isn’t just on a spiritual level; it also affects the physical world. Although the amount of gold and treasure you can take out is limited, it’s enough to change your quality of life in the real World.

That’s why many people call the City of Dreams a Heaven within the Spirit Realm. Its legend is widely circulated in folklore, Mysticism, and explorer circles. Over the years, there have been numerous seekers, but very few have actually managed to find the City of Dreams... You’ve probably heard of the classic of European literature, *Fifty Years in Search of a Dreamy Wonderland*, right? It was written decades ago by an author searching for the City of Dreams. He traveled the entire globe looking for it but died without ever finding it.

So, those who can enter the City of Dreams are truly unique Lucky Ones."

As she spoke, she patted the Star Association emblem on her chest and smiled. "Of course, we staff members weren’t chosen. We get in through special channels."

After hearing this, Zhou Chen pondered for a moment, then pretended not to understand and asked, "The master of the City of Dreams? This Spirit Realm has a master? Is it... the Dream Lord?"

"No." The Star Association staff member shook her head. "I don’t know who the master of this place is, either. After all, I’m just a regular employee... Oh, more newcomers have arrived. I have to go greet them. You can come find me anytime if you have questions."

"Okay, goodbye." Zhou Chen said a polite farewell. He glanced at his own ticket, then at the number currently being served and the crowd in the waiting hall. He mentally estimated that, if things moved quickly, it would be their turn in about twenty minutes.

"You wait here in line. I’m going to contact headquarters," Plague Doctor said in a low voice. They couldn’t just waste twenty minutes waiting.

"Mm." Zhou Chen nodded. The rules here were the same as in the outside world. As long as you were present when your number was called, you were fine. Even if you left the City of Dreams in the meantime, the number you received wouldn’t disappear.

Plague Doctor focused his mind and woke up, his figure promptly vanishing from beside Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

’The City of Dreams is fascinating. I wonder if I should make one myself. Letting people live out their fantasies in dreams is so much simpler than fulfilling their wishes in reality. As long as it feels real enough, I’ll still get plenty of Wish Points.’

As his thoughts wandered, an even bolder idea formed in his mind: ’It would be perfect if I could just get my hands on this City of Dreams.’

But he immediately dismissed the impractical idea. ’The City of Dreams isn’t just a Divine Kingdom; it’s also under the Star Association’s control. There’s basically no chance of taking it by force. Not unless I reach the rank of Crowned King or even the Demigod Tier. Only then would I be valuable enough to negotiate terms with the Star Association.’

’Before then, though, I could make a copy of the "City of Dreams"... no, a "Dream Fulfillment Agency." The effect would be more or less the same, anyway.’

Zhou Chen glanced at his Prayer System Panel—[Wish Points: 8374]

Two days ago, after creating the enhanced Gold Coins, his Wish Points had dropped to just over four thousand. Now, only two days later, his Wish Points had risen to eight thousand.

’And during that time, he himself hadn’t done much to grant wishes; it was all the work of his subordinates. Thanks to their sheer numbers, his employees had contributed four thousand Wish Points in just two days—an average of two thousand a day. If this trend continues...’

’Two thousand a day, fourteen thousand a week, sixty thousand a month, one hundred twenty thousand in two months...’

’If I work a little harder and recruit more new employees, it won’t be long before I can create the smart AI to manage the Round Table Hall. Then I can just let it run on its own, and two thousand—or even more—Wish Points will automatically be credited to my account each day.’

’Joining the Poisonous Sore Gang and the Salvation Army was definitely the right move. It would be impossible to accumulate Wish Points this fast anywhere else.’

’All the effort I’ve put in recently hasn’t been for nothing. The investment is finally paying off.’

Not long after, Plague Doctor returned to the "Dream Fulfillment Center," sat down next to Zhou Chen, and said in a low voice, "We attack in two hours."

The Salvation Army’s closest position to City No. 19 wasn’t too far. With military-grade Floating trucks that could ignore terrain to transport troops, two hours was more than enough time for the army to arrive.

「A dozen or so minutes later.」

An announcement called out the number that Zhou Chen and Plague Doctor had taken. They went to the service counter and sat down. The clerk pointed to a form on the counter. "Just write down the ten Dreams you want to fulfill. You have a five-minute time limit, so please be mindful of the time."