Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Unheard Group Na
The guide for the Apostle of Fate to move forward,
Bestowing the Apostle of Fate with the power to grow stronger, the ability to dispel Mysterious Evil,
Leading the Angel Envoy to Awakening, stepping into a new world,
Though not a ntor, better than a ntor.
Fang You felt that to call himself this was proper… mainly because the title ‘Savior’ was sowhat embarrassing, he felt that at this mont he was far from deserving it.
Calling himself ‘Savior Player’ would be fine, but Savior? The pressure was mountainous.
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His organization only had three people.
One ace general.
One long-range support.
One fresh-faced newbie.
But as for a ntor…
“I possess the ability to replicate the powers of an Angel Envoy, maybe one day, I truly could beco a… Fate ntor wielding thousands of paths.”
As for now?
Tired, it’s late, ti for sleep.
Before sleeping Fang You habitually picked up his phone, swiping expertly—he wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t control his hands.
His hand slid across the phone and opened An Jianyou’s panel.
‘An Jianyou’
‘Physique: 1.5’
‘Spirit: 1.6→1.7’
‘Mystery: 0.19’
‘Talent: Passage to the Mystic Eye’
‘Skills: Ghost Control (Uninitiated·33%)’
‘Status: Exhausted’
He glanced at the diary again.
This girl’s condition seems not so bad?
Looking at the description of Ghost Control, and imagining its horrifying learning process, Fang You thought this girl would appear soulless, like she was broken.
But she wasn’t.
Possibly, it wasn’t as difficult for her as learning Palm Thunder was for him.
So this is what it ant to have exceptional talent, curses!
Well, tired, ti for sleep.
Pulling an all-nighter is harmful to your health.
…
An Jianyou lay in bed, completely unable to sleep.
It must be insomnia, so much had happened today.
And she herself,
Was drenched with sweat, and from the fright earlier, An Jianyou was both trembling with residual fear and excited beyond asure.
Truly couldn’t sleep, and also couldn’t stand feeling sticky all over.
After lying there for a while and regaining so strength, An Jianyou got up and walked to the bathroom to fill the bathtub—she was so weak she could hardly stand, so of course, she could only choose to sit and bathe.
The water flowed with a whoosh, and soon, mist began to rise in the spacious bathroom.
An Jianyou, having laid out her clothes, entered; her body from the neck down was shrouded in a sacred light that spread out, and soon her whole body was subrged under the water, leaving only her head outside, mouth blowing bubbles.
“Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I have to go to that special space to train.”
Thinking about that place made her scared—it was a super, super terrifying place!
But she wouldn’t actually get hurt or die.
That was enough.
Can’t let down the expectations of the ntor.
An Jianyou clenched her fist in the dark, though afraid, she still had to push through!
But still so scared!
“No, I can’t let the organization down.”
“The ntor said that only when I truly learn to dispel Mysterious Evil will I be an official mber of the organization.”
“There must be many, many powerful seniors in our organization, An Jianyou you must work hard too.”
“Oh right, I even asked how to address the ntor, but I actually forgot to ask what our organization is called.”
The purpose of the organization is to save a world that’s on the brink of downfall, but it must have a na.
It can’t just be called “organization, organization.”
Our organization may have been passed down for a very long ti, silently protecting human society from ancient tis to the present.
An Jianyou felt she had discovered the truth.
After all, with just the point of a finger, her ntor could bestow upon her extraordinary abilities; possessing such magical and great powers, the organization must certainly have cultivated many strong individuals. Perhaps it has left legends throughout history, all around the world.
Only an organization could deal with those terrifying behemoths.
An Jianyou thought of the monster on the overgrown path today.
And even more terrifying, the one clinging to the side of the skyscraper, tens of ters long, and the hundreds of ters long shadow lurking below the surface of the river.
These…
Thinking that the organization’s strong individuals might be sowhere fighting these monsters, An Jianyou wasn’t scared anymore.
She hoped to et more people from the organization, so her current goal was to beco stronger and have the power to exorcise Mysterious Evil.
An Jianyou touched her eyes and looked around. She didn’t have a panel to check, but she could still clearly feel the changes in herself.
She had learned so of those thods and understood quite a bit about her own eyes.
How to switch them off, how to activate them, how to distinguish whether the Mysterious Evil had actually entered the real world or was still lurking beneath it, in that indescribable gray world.
She was starting to get it.
She also understood how she was different from others. Her eyes affected everything around her; many Mysterious Evils hadn’t appeared in the real world, still existing in another dinsion, but as long as they were near her, they would straddle the border between reality and unreality.
It could be reality.
It could not.
It depended on her “thought,” a thought that she couldn’t control before, but now she could manage with effort. An Jianyou had been working hard to “close” her eyes.
She could finally get a good night’s sleep tonight… if she didn’t suffer from insomnia.
“Once I learn that technique, I should be able to control my eyes too, right?”
“Then I’ll go deal with Mysterious Evil.”
She hadn’t forgotten what her ntor said, that the ability she had been given was a advance, but even without this notion of advance, she would still go.
Exorcising Mysterious Evil was a duty she could not shirk.
Youyou, charge!
…
“Charge, charge, charge!”
At 4 a.m., Fang You woke up.
He dread that he beca an unparalleled master, riding on nine-colored auspicious clouds, slaying nine-star Mysterious Evil with a sword. Just as he finished defeating the BOSS and was about to be flanked by left and right, he woke up.
He woke up still weak.
But he couldn’t sleep anymore; he was bursting with energy now.
“Ti to train, practice the Palm Thunder, work out a bit, and strive to level up my skills to master level as soon as possible.”
Black Blade, the older brother, was undoubtedly already training. The new girl, An Jianyou, might still be sleeping, but with her extraordinary talent, it wouldn’t be long before she beca an excellent exorcist.
Although his role was super long-range tactical support, he couldn’t be the weak link.
As a ntor, he couldn’t be outdone.
Fang You stretched out his hand, palm facing up, his left hand holding his right wrist. With a thought…
Zzzap~!
Deep blue arcs of lightning sprang from his fingertips and quickly gathered in his palm, a ball of blue lightning crackling and dancing.
It lit up the Darkness but faded away in an instant.
Fang You shook his hand, feeling neither sore nor numb.
“With my current physical fitness, I can only use Palm Thunder twice and a half at most. The physical strength consud can be recovered in about an hour.”
He had tried it yesterday.
And today, “Palm Thunder at proficient level is more skillfully used, the lightning converges faster, and the lethality should increase a bit.”
But he couldn’t verify its killing power; he couldn’t just go firing Palm Thunder at a wall.
“There’s also a base module.”
“Yesterday was all about An Jianyou and the powers of the Savior, and I completely put aside the base I was initially looking forward to.”
This won’t do.
Sorry brother base.
It’s not that I’m fickle, it’s just that the new Angel Envoy is too captivating.
He opened the main interface of the ga.
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