My Salvation Game Became true?! Chapter 68: 68: The Base and the Torch Office

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: The Base and the Torch Office

In another place, at An Jianyou’s ho, she was watching a movie with her best friend.

Ignoring Ning Ying, who was shivering and clinging to her arm, An Jianyou found the ghost-thed movie quite interesting.

“Why are all the movies and TV shows these days about this kind of topic!”

“Youyou, don’t you find it scary!”

She might have been a little scared before, but now… An Jianyou just thought these ghosts were cute.

Compared to the Mysterious Evil that could give soone nightmares with just one glance, they really were quite adorable.

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Although,

there certainly had been an increase in the number of movies of this the lately, many films elaborated from various angles on going out less, avoiding remote places, not being curious when hearing strange sounds or encountering strange events, and staying away whenever possible.

The curious ones…

So many had already died in the movies.

Having understood these movies and reflected on the behavior patterns of the Mysterious Evil, An Jianyou realized that if you managed the above points, your chances of survival could be much higher.

But that was only if you hadn’t truly caught the attention of the Mysterious Evil.

Once targeted, an ordinary person almost had no chance of surviving.

“That’s why we need to eliminate the Mysterious Evil as quickly as possible.”

“It’s just that there seem to be more and more of these things.”

An Jianyou glanced at Ning Ying, who was still shuddering, and felt a headache coming on; if Ying really faced a Mysterious Evil, she might not even have the strength to run away.

But the two had grown up together, their friendship spanning many years, closer than sisters. For Ying, who was not as self-sufficient, An Jianyou decided she would muster the courage to ask her ntor if the organization needed… um, logistic personnel?

Do we have logistic personnel in our organization?

Or is everyone a powerhouse like Brother Black Blade?

It’s probably the latter.

And their numbers are not large.

The ntor had once ntioned that after many years of peace, our Fla has dwindled, and our ranks are thin.

We need each and every one of us to strive to carry the banner high.

To An Jianyou’s understanding, in an era without the invasion of Mysterious Evil, the world did not need the Fla, and Awakeners could not be born.

Over ti, the Fla declined.

Those who selflessly dedicate themselves are always lonely, so the ntor spared no effort in training her. Yet her contributions were still too few, so missions were likely assigned by the ntor just to train her.

What more could she do? What could she do for the organization?

An Jianyou thought.

She thought of money.

Even though people like her ntor certainly saw money as nothing important, the operation of the organization must still rely on money, right?

Especially now, as the world is falling into the abyss, the Fla of the Fla is already weak.

She mustered her courage and called to her ntor in her heart.

After a while,

a long while,

An Jianyou received an answer.

“This disaster is fierce, and our Fla needs more strength to save this world that is gradually sliding into the abyss.”

The ntor did not hide anything.

He told her that after years of silence, there’s a lot the Fla lacks now.

The once-glorious Fire needs to be rekindled.

She was fortunate enough to be a part of it, and her contributions could help the organization’s feeble fla to burst forth with more light.

Including arrangents for Ning Ying.

As long as she can keep a secret, it’s okay to be an ordinary logistics worker; if she passes the assessnt, it’s not impossible to advance to a junior mber of the Fla.

Better than she expected.

But An Jianyou couldn’t feel happy, only a sense of lancholy.

The ntor, who wielded such powerful force, and predecessors like Brother Black Blade, were silently standing guard in the darkness.

Yet people had forgotten the glory of the Fla.

When calamity struck, the waning Fla still chose to stand up and shoulder the responsibility but never stood in the light.

…

East City District,

Fang You silently put down his phone, deep in thought.

The information provided by An Jianyou was like tily rain for the organization’s predicant; he hadn’t hidden much, just didn’t make everything crystal clear.

Fla held a special heritage, yet its power and influence in reality were very weak.

All of this was true.

The battle against the impending disaster that would engulf the world was also true.

Thus, the growth and expansion of Fla wasn’t just his own concern.

They needed more talent, more strength.

Many hands make light work.

He already had so ideas in mind.

…

North City District.

An Jianyou provided a building, a property given to her by her father, registered in her na, originally intended for her to open a guesthouse or do so business; failing that, to beco a landlady.

To learn to earn her own money.

However, An Jianyou had always left that building dormant, initially unsure what to do with it and later, as incidents involving Mysterious Evil beca more frequent and the economy declined, it continued to sit unused.

This ti, she offered it without hesitation.

What a good girl she is.

The building provided by An Jianyou, naly “a building,” actually ca with surrounding land that was approximately five or six acres, also under her na.

The location wasn’t very remote, but the once bustling street was now sparsely populated, and with a periter wall encircling it, it remained rather quiet.

As a cover and office for the base entrance, it couldn’t be more suitable.

When Fang You arrived, An Jianyou was already there, wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the hood drawn up, standing in the shadows of a wall corner, looking around cautiously, as if a clandestine operative was about to make a delicate rendezvous.

It was a bit strange, but it also showed she had grown.

Fang You approached, “This building can serve as Fla’s public office, and we’ll also open a pathway here connecting to Fla’s actual base, are you sure you want to give up this building?”

Only when she heard his voice did An Jianyou notice the figure nearby.

Clad in a white robe, mysterious and distinguished, he stood in the lightless dark but seed to be light itself, the Fla, his eyes shimring with a faint golden gleam.

Stunned for a mont, An Jianyou finally snapped back to reality!

The ntor! The ntor in reality! The ntor up close!

“I’m very sure!”

She said loudly, with so joy and so anticipation.

Would she get a glimpse of the true foundation of our Fla?

Fang You was also pondering.

Now that they had a building, the external part of the base could serve as a stronghold for Fla.

Of course, that didn’t an Fla should step into the lilight— it was far from the right ti for that.

But apart from serving as a cover, the building and the land around it could be utilized to train so extra-organizational personnel.

From extra-organizational personnel, to logistics staff, to formal Angel Envoys.

A process of selection by levels.

That was a preliminary plan.

“Now, let’s go upstairs.”

The building was not tall, only six stories, with only basic interior work done, and no lights installed, the entire building was silent and dark.

Fang You ascended the stairs step by step, making his way to the sixth floor.

Following behind him was An Jianyou, feeling a mix of nervousness and curiosity.

She saw the ntor walk up to a wall, and suddenly he reached out his hand.

The next mont,

Bright light blossod, illuminating the entire dark floor.

It also lit up An Jianyou’s stunned face.

In her eyes, the ordinary wall seed to spill silver-gray liquid outward, spreading and unfolding until it ford a white-silver rectangular gate over two ters tall and four to five ters wide, which then froze in place.

“From now on, this will be one of the entrances to Fla’s base.”