Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 519 - 518 To take something, you must first give something

Zhou Bai returned to his dormitory and after spending five minutes on careful recollection, he finally remembered who Zhao Haomiao was.

"The distant relative of Elder Jiaojiao and Principal Shouyi."

"He had even attacked me once, and it seemed like he fractured his own hand."

Once Zhou Bai clearly figured out who was thwarting him, his anger intensified.

"I'm just an ordinary student, trying to contribute to the environment of Eastern City."

"Relying solely on collecting trash to get by day by day."

"Even someone like me, you have to bully."

"This Zhao Haomiao is simply not human."

"If I can tolerate this, I might as well eat shit."

"Trash sorting, trash processing, these are beneficial acts for the nation and the people."

"Any opposition to this is a national criminal, a human traitor."

Christina and Elsa watched dumbfounded as Zhou Bai angrily stood up.

Christina, who had already been cultivating a new divine diagram, saw Zhou Bai pacing back and forth, incessantly muttering to himself.

Finally, Zhou Bai sighed deeply and slowly said, "Zhao Haomiao… This guy is simply scum; I need to have a serious talk with him."

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Within the special management area of 1800 meters in Eastern City, several youths were walking down the road, among them was Zhao Haomiao.

Beside him were several deities from the team sent to support the Plague Department, including a burly man with a purple mark on his forehead, Luo Hao, the son of Lord Luo Tian of the Plague Department. freewebnσvel.cøm

Lord Luo Tian, the head of the Plague Department's investigative team, had naturally sent Luo Hao to oversee the operations.

Zhao Haomiao smiled and said, "For this matter, thank you all for the help."

Luo Hao spoke, "It's just part of our duty. Mortals do not understand the dangers of the Void, and they foolishly think they can use it to solve their trash problems, which is utterly stupid. If we had intervened any later, heaven knows what kind of accident might have occurred."

Zhao Haomiao nodded in agreement, "Humans are dull, and ultimately they need to be led by the Heaven Court. Especially in studies of distortion and mutation, the Plague Department has always been foremost; I always maintain that we should uphold your authority."

Luo Hao snorted coldly, "Unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer people who think like you do. These mortals, they always feel exploited, oppressed, and restricted by the Heaven Court, yet they fail to realize that without the Heaven Court, the human race would have perished long ago. Now they still suspect that we mean to harm them."

After a bit more discussion, they parted ways, and Zhao Haomiao walked towards his residence in a cheerful mood.

Zhao Haomiao thought to himself, 'It's good that I acted quickly this time to stop Zhou Bai and his team from recklessly using the Void to handle trash. Otherwise, who knows what kind of disaster they could have caused.'

'Alas, the Three Pure Dao Sect is too far from Central City, and many of their skills just can't keep up.'

'And Zhou Bai, that guy is getting too arrogant. Can the Void just be used carelessly? The Plague Department has been studying the Void for so long and still hasn't dared to casually utilize its power.'

Of course, beyond thinking Zhou Bai was wrong, Zhao Haomiao harbored a hint of envy towards him.

Why is Zhou Bai so strong?

How did he surpass me so completely within one year?

In just one short year, he has already surpassed me in strength, speed, body refinement, and spirit?

I can't even break through his defenses?

Am I just naturally inferior to him?

Faced with such facts, and dwelling on his previous devastating defeat, Zhao Haomiao spent countless sleepless nights, unable to suppress the jealousy welling up inside him.

He told himself over and over that he shouldn't feel this way, that it was wrong...

But it wasn't as easy as just saying it. After he had devoted over twenty years to arduous cultivation, he discovered that someone had surpassed him in just over a year of training. Moreover, according to the information he found, that person wasn't as diligent or as hardworking as he was, nor was he as wholly dedicated to cultivation.

Then there were all the skipped classes and school, the dominance, bullying of both genders, and causing trouble in the community...

Thinking of all these, he felt a strong sense of injustice that began to unbalance his mind. He genuinely couldn't help but feel bursts of jealousy.

And after this time stopping Zhou Bai's actions, Zhao Haomiao felt an irresistible sensation of relief and clarity rise inside him.

He sensed the changes in his soul and the tremors of his Primordial Spirit. Initially, he felt somewhat ashamed, but soon a realization dawned upon him.

"This is my true nature. By suppressing Zhou Bai, I have expressed my true nature, which soothes my thoughts and expands my Primordial Spirit."

"I feel that my Dream Heart Scripture has improved."

The Dream Heart Scripture, a secret tradition of the Zhao Family, delves into the subconscious, exploring spiritual realms, mastering dream manipulation, perception of the subconscious, and even altering one's memory and temperament—a top-tier Daoist art.

At that moment, Zhao Haomiao suddenly had a realization: "The Dream Heart Scripture cultivates the power of consciousness. This time, by unintentionally adhering to my nature and unblocking my thoughts, my id and true self have become one, enhancing my cultivation of the Dream Heart Scripture."

"Since I truly am jealous of Zhou Bai, jealous of his talent and his innate gifts..."

"If I continue to suppress him, would my Dream Heart Scripture further improve? Could my consciousness and subconscious become more synchronized?"

"Even... if I were to destroy him..."

At that thought, Zhao Haomiao felt a sudden surge of pleasure in his heart.

He quickly shook his head: "No, I can't do this."

Though he temporarily suppressed his true nature with his reason, the pleasure was persistent, continuously lingering in his mind.

Suddenly, Zhao Haomiao frowned and looked around; he felt as if someone was watching him, but he saw no one.

Shaking his head, he returned to his residence, an apartment left by the Zhao Family in Eastern Central City.

Unbeknownst to Zhao Haomiao, Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit had followed him into the apartment.

Zhou Bai's head slowly emerged from beneath the floor, and he saw Zhao Haomiao sitting in a chair, pondering for a while before he sat down on the ground to cultivate.

"Quite diligent, huh... But what is this?"

Zhou Bai looked at the chain between him and Zhao Haomiao—thick and dark, like a massive chain used to secure an anchor, tightly linking them together.

"Such strong desire? Is it wealth, power, or beauty?" Zhou Bai wondered, before he activated his ability to steal greed.

In an instant, he saw the chain shatter, and the still-cultivating Zhao Haomiao, like a salted fish, simply lay flat on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhou Bai thought to himself, "It seems he pursues power."

"But I've come here not to bully him, but to change his mindset, to turn him from his wicked ways and support my initiative in waste management."

"Alright, next, I'll remove his desire to oversleep."

"To get something from someone, you must first give something. Let's wait for him to fall asleep for twenty minutes."

But after a long wait, Zhou Bai still wasn't seeing Zhao Haomiao fall asleep. He was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, as if continuously pondering something.

"Damn it, who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night? Is he insane?"

"Could it be insomnia? Can't he sleep?"

"No, to get something from someone, you must first give something. I need to help him."

With that thought, Zhou Bai suddenly exerted his Primordial Spirit power, and with a soft 'bang,' Zhao Haomiao passed out.