Good Dream

Money wasn't omnipotent, but without it, nothing could be done.

"Just as the West cannot be without Jerusalem."

"We must also have our own US Dollars."

Su Lin was busy tying up the suited man at his feet with plastic rope, binding his hands behind his back.

"With all due respect, what you just said made no sense." Klein tore off a strip of black tape and stuck it over the man's mouth. "Besides, the safe these people had contained Pound Sterling."

"Ask that slicked-back guy where we can get some red banknotes. I don't want to go to a bank to exchange foreign currency!"

"You can ask him where the underground banks are." Klein dragged a slick-haired man toward the corner. "I'll get the answer out of him right away."

"The safe password is 1314520."

"Seriously?!" Goosebumps rose on Su Lin's skin. He got up and kicked the man in the black suit at his feet. "These guys understand romance too?"

"I thought you people didn't have hearts."

Inside a luxurious suburban villa, all the security guards lay sprawled across the floor.

The classically decorated room was riddled with bullet holes in its books, porcelain, and carpets, while shattered glass was scattered everywhere.

A bald middle-aged man had black tape over his mouth and stared at the two people before him in terror.

One was clad in black armor and wore a pitch-black crown.

The other was dressed like an ancient swordsman, his face covered, dressed in white with a longsword on his back.

He seriously suspected he had wasted the past few decades of his life.

Just two people had wiped out dozens of fully armed security guards.

Even firearms could not pierce their defenses.

Was this some superhero movie, or had he somehow been transported into a TV drama?

His mind raced, but he could not remember where he had offended this pair of martial artists with their bizarre fusion of Eastern and Western styles.

Something from the past?!

That shouldn't be it.

Rip—the black tape was torn from his mouth.

"Two great heroes."

"Shh." Su Lin placed his index finger against his lips.

The bald middle-aged man immediately fell silent as a cicada in winter.

"Human trafficking. You people sure know how to have fun, building such a huge villa." Su Lin took out a notebook, thought for a moment, then tossed it aside. "You have five minutes to write down the information of every colleague you know, as well as anyone else involved in illegal business."

Ten minutes later, police cars surrounded the place. When they entered the room, they found the bald middle-aged man curled up in a corner, his gaze vacant as though he had seen something utterly terrifying.

"He's gone stupid." After examining him, one police officer gave his verdict.

"What happened here?"

With Su Lin's abilities—or rather, the system's abilities—he could even turn Su Lin into a human printing press by tomorrow.

But that would be far too boring.

Moreover, currency represented the value of social resources to some extent. Printing large amounts of a country's currency could easily cause inflation in that country.

"Isn't it tiring to wear that armor?"

One person, carrying a stack of sacks filled with liquid funds, appeared in a small woodland deep in the mountains.

Klein tossed the sacks onto the ground and removed his helmet.

"It's alright."

Sefirah Castle had not followed him into this world, so he naturally could not draw on Sefirah Castle's power to contain the Black Emperor's Sequence cards. He could only cosplay personally.

In truth, a Faceless did not need to hide their identity so carefully either.

If Su Lin had not guaranteed that this world currently possessed no supernatural powers, he would never have joined the operation in person.

Put simply, what he had done tonight was look for people at the club and use divination to see whether they were engaged in illegal activities.

He followed the clues with a Seer's Sequence abilities, investigating them one by one.

"We agreed on thirty percent for me." Klein shook one of the heavy bags.

"No problem."

Su Lin did not ask what Klein wanted this world's money for. It was only natural to receive compensation for labor, and as for what Klein intended to do with the money, that was none of his business.

"I thought you would be living quite comfortably," Klein said.

"What doesn't cost money these days?"

"True." Klein deeply understood that point.

Su Lin dismissed the Historical Projection and stepped out of the empty air beside him, making Klein's brow twitch. Damn, so that hadn't been his real body just now?

"You should find an agent," Klein suggested. "Help him solve some problems when appropriate, or give him some cultivation techniques, and let him earn money for you in society."

"I'll consider it in the future." It was not as though Su Lin had never considered such things, but he had not needed much money before, and neither had the other group members.

Compared with living in an urban city on Earth, they preferred spending their time at Water Mirror Peak, a place suited for cultivation, occasionally returning to the city to experience modern life again.

"Let's go back."

After returning to Water Mirror Peak, things proceeded as usual. Su Lin brought Klein to the residential area and let him choose a place to stay.

"Do you want to try cultivating?" Su Lin pointed toward the ancient building at the mountaintop, reached by climbing the white jade steps.

"I'll pass." Klein did not hesitate. "I'm no longer really human. Whether I can cultivate is hard to say, and now I can only keep walking this one path to the end."

"If you come across anything like those items in novels that can calm the mind and dispel negative mental influences, you can keep an eye out for me." Klein paused. "I'll trade something with you when the time comes."

"Alright." Su Lin nodded. "It's already four in the morning. It's getting late, so get some rest."

"Thank you for tonight."

"Sweet dreams." Klein made a gesture, a prayer to the night for good dreams and peace.

After closing the door, Klein lay on his side on the bed, looking at the room's elegant decor and the white clouds beyond the wooden window. He could not shake the irritation in his heart.

After a while, Klein got up, put on his shoes, left the house, and followed the route he remembered to the teleportation gate before stepping through it.

He arrived in Rong City and took a taxi to the entrance of a five-star hotel.

"Your change, ninety yuan."

"Sorry for the trouble."

As he entered the hotel lobby, the night-shift receptionist was watching a web drama. Seeing a guest arrive, she tapped twice to minimize the page.

"Welcome."

Klein snapped his fingers and said softly:

"Please get me a room. The best one."

"Please show me your ID."

In the receptionist's eyes, Klein showed her his ID, and she used the computer system to complete the registration for him.

"Alright, Suite 01 on the seventeenth floor."

The receptionist put the ID back into her wallet, stepped away from the registration camera, and gracefully handed the room card to Klein.

"2,888 yuan, sir."

Klein took thirty red banknotes from his pocket and said to the receptionist:

"Keep the extra. Thank you."

He took the elevator to the seventeenth floor and used the key card to open the door. Inside was a suite of over a hundred square meters.

He casually entered a room with floor-to-ceiling windows, pulled open the curtains, and lay down on the bed. The velvet pillow and soft mattress were no better than those in his room at Water Mirror Peak.

But as he looked at the bustling high-rises outside, the vehicles passing along the elevated road, and the tiny lit windows like grains of rice, the faint irritation in Klein's heart gradually faded.

As a mythical creature, he rarely felt drowsy naturally.

His eyes narrowed slightly, then slowly closed as he drifted into sleep.