My Salvation Game Became true?!.

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

In another place, at An Jianyou’s home, 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-themed 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 someone nightmares with just one glance, they really were quite adorable.

Although,

there certainly had been an increase in the number of movies of this theme 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.

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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 mentor 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 mentor had once mentioned that after many years of peace, our Flame 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 Flame, and Awakeners could not be born.

Over time, the Flame declined.

Those who selflessly dedicate themselves are always lonely, so the mentor spared no effort in training her. Yet her contributions were still too few, some missions were likely assigned by the mentor 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 mentor 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 Flame of the Flame is already weak.

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

After a while,

a long while,

An Jianyou received an answer.

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

The mentor did not hide anything.

He told her that after years of silence, there’s a lot the Flame 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 flame to burst forth with more light.

Including arrangements for Ning Ying.

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

Better than she expected.

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

The mentor, 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 Flame.

When calamity struck, the waning Flame 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 timely rain for the organization’s predicament; he hadn’t hidden much, just didn’t make everything crystal clear.

Flame 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 Flame wasn’t just his own concern.

They needed more talent, more strength.

Many hands make light work.

He already had some ideas in mind.

…

North City District.

An Jianyou provided a building, a property given to her by her father, registered in her name, originally intended for her to open a guesthouse or do some business; failing that, to become 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 became more frequent and the economy declined, it continued to sit unused.

This time, she offered it without hesitation.

What a good girl she is.

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

The location wasn’t very remote, but the once bustling street was now sparsely populated, and with a perimeter 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 Flame’s public office, and we’ll also open a pathway here connecting to Flame’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 seemed to be light itself, the Flame, his eyes shimmering with a faint golden gleam.

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

The mentor! The mentor in reality! The mentor up close!

“I’m very sure!”

She said loudly, with some joy and some anticipation.

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

Fang You was also pondering.

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

Of course, that didn’t mean Flame should step into the limelight— it was far from the right time for that.

But apart from serving as a cover, the building and the land around it could be utilized to train some 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 mentor walk up to a wall, and suddenly he reached out his hand.

The next moment,

Bright light blossomed, illuminating the entire dark floor.

It also lit up An Jianyou’s stunned face.

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

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