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But perhaps it was precisely because Jiang Siming had unexpectedly slept for ten thousand years that the energy accumulated inside him had already broken through the continent's upper limit. The system, which had originally been running everything according to its preset procedures, had no choice but to bring out a backup plan, keeping the most crucial reward under its own control and forcing Jiang Siming to endure this meaningless stretch of time.

"You're ruthless. Just wait until I break free of your restraints. I'll show you what I'll do to you!" Jiang Siming threatened weakly.

On the back mountain, an extremely arrogant and domineering-looking youth swaggered toward the summit, surrounded by a group of boys around his age.

"Young master, this is the Forbidden Zone of the back mountain! Is it really okay for us to just barge in like this?"

Closely following behind the arrogant youth, a somewhat timid-looking boy spoke in a nervous voice.

"I say, Boss Hua Teng, bringing along such a cowardly lackey really doesn't suit your style." Among the boys fawning at his side, the one dressed in the most eye-catching clothes spoke with some disdain.

"Yeah, yeah!"

Echoes of agreement rose from all around.

"Enough! My lackey isn't someone you get to lecture!" Hua Teng snapped with an angry cold snort.

The noisy voices around them instantly fell silent. Clearly, the one who had spoken was not someone they could afford to provoke.

The little lackey whom everyone looked down on lowered his head. When no one was paying attention, his fists could not help clenching tightly, only to loosen gently again in the end.

"Putting aside whether this place is a Forbidden Zone or not, it's so desolate here, without a single person around. Are you sure there'll be some priceless treasure?" Hua