An Jianyou did not suspect that the world was slowly slipping into an abyss.
But regarding the voice in her mind, she remained doubtful about the notion of fighting for humanity.
The term "Salvation Organization" sounded unreliable from the get-go. Could it be some cult, or the whispers of some unspeakable entity?
An Jianyou shook her head.
After careful consideration, she concluded that regardless of whether it was true or false, good or bad, she had... no ability to resist.
It had appeared directly in her mind.
If she couldn't resist, she could only accept.
Having endured the visual and auditory torment of those monsters without being able to block them, An Jianyou was quite accustomed to lying down and enduring.
She inquired in her mind.
Asking what the arrangements were, and what she should do next.
But there was silence; the expected voice did not reappear.
An Jianyou peeked around again, lowering her voice, "Excuse me, is there anything you need me to do?"
Her mind remained silent, and no sound reached her ears.
Could it be that she had to shout it out loud?
"I swear! I am willing to become light and fight for the great cause of saving humanity!"
Wuwuwu, how could she possibly shout such embarrassing words in front of everyone!
It wasn't strictly necessary.
The voice hadn't told her to shout, and shouting would likely be in vain. In this situation, An Jianyou still had her own sense of shame.
But then what?
Why tell her she was chosen by fate, and then have nothing further?
This situation was even more absurd than reading a novel that cut off at a climax, followed by days of no updates.
An Jianyou was bewildered.
Perhaps this was a test for her.
…
Taiping Community, Building Four.
Fang You was still lying on the ground. The winter floor was a bit cold, but it wasn't a big issue; he was, after all, a strong human with a physique of 1.9.
His body was drained and his stamina exhausted, but that wasn't a major problem either.
He was used to it; it had happened many times before.
The only problem was...
Fang, the Savior of Destiny, You, was temporarily offline.
The savior you have called is currently unavailable.
…
After recovering for a while, Fang You finally shifted, moving to the sofa.
He examined the information on his panel.
"Blade Slash - Mastered (Temporary)" still existed. He pondered, "The Blade Slash I replicated truly possesses a mastery comparable to Black Blade, but the strength of a skill also depends on one's own power."
He had not fused with life energy, and his physique was far weaker than Black Blade's. When using Blade Slash, not only was his stamina severely depleted, but its lethality was also far inferior to Black Blade's.
Furthermore, this was a replicated skill, so its proficiency could not be increased.
However,
Just as he had speculated before, repeated use might lead to learning the skill Blade Slash – and now, next to the temporary Blade Slash, a "Blade Slash: Untrained 0.3%" had appeared.
It could also lead to a broader understanding and improve the proficiency of other skills.
"So, the most cost-effective method would be to have other apostles learn from skill books, and then I replicate them?"
That seemed to be the case.
But it also had to be considered that Fang You himself needed time to learn. Even using Blade Slash sparingly, his stamina would only allow for two or three uses. Relying on learning Blade Slash this way would take a considerable amount of time.
Perhaps as his strength increased in the future, and the savior's authority grew, his learning speed would increase.
For now, any suitable skills should be kept for himself.
Hmm, but...
Fang You then thought of skills like "Mystic Control" which had very high prerequisite requirements, and there might be more such skills in the future that were not suitable for him.
Indeed, replication was the way to go. The only issue was the limited number of replication slots. It would be wonderful if he could learn a skill directly upon copying it.
Fang You mused, opening the apostle list.
He himself, Black Blade, and An Jianyou – a total of three individuals were listed.
"New apostle An Jianyou is a reality apostle; I'm not sure about the specifics."
Fang You clicked on An Jianyou's panel. Below the basic information were...
"1: Cultivate"
"2: Rest"
"3: Battle"
"4: Mission"
"5: Communicate"
The various commands had undergone significant changes, with each having multiple branches.
For example, under "Cultivate," there were options like "Move Training," "Physical Training," "Sparring," and "Savior's Bestowal."
Move Training could even specify moves, a set of saber techniques, a set of sword techniques, down to a specific move or stance, which was not ideal.
Sparring required a companion to be selectable.
And the most crucial one was "Savior's Bestowal," commonly known as leveling up or cheating.
Under "Rest," "Battle," and "Mission," there were also branching commands, essentially a complete version upgrade.
It wasn't like before, when he gave commands to his bro Black Blade, he could only choose "Attack" or "Retreat."
He had actually only given Black Blade the commands of "Standby" and "Mission" before. He hadn't tried others – Black Blade was too proactive; he couldn't find room to issue commands.
Fang You had tried it on himself once, attempting a training command.
"I control myself!"
The entire command issuance process was roughly: prompt, suggestion, warning, "You don't want to train? No, your body really does."
As a result, Fang You had practically collapsed that day, similar to when he learned skills in a special state. The problem was, his stamina wasn't locked!
It was better not to issue such commands if possible. It was great that Black Blade was so proactive.
Fang You thought, then looked at the last option – "Communicate."
He could communicate with the Fate Apostle before the game started and issue the most specific commands.
Fang You clicked on the "Communicate" option, and the next moment, a familiar window resembling QQ chat opened before him.
It was very down-to-earth.
It listed "Text Input," "Voice Communication," and "Vision Sync."
…
Baijiang City, not far from Baijiang University, in front of a villa in a high-end residential area.
Beep—
Facial recognition.
The villa gate opened, and An Jianyou sighed as she walked in. She immediately saw a strange entity watering flowers.
She sighed again, but her expression remained unchanged, and she didn't glance at the strange entity.
She walked straight into her home, washed her face. The day's events had been a bit much and a bit stimulating, and An Jianyou still hadn't quite recovered.
The black-clothed figure who could slay such terrifying behemoths.
The strange voice that echoed in her mind.
Chosen by fate...
She didn't know whether she looked forward to or dreaded the voice's reappearance.
Buzz—
"Are you ready?"
"To fight for the glory of humanity."
The voice was not as loud as when it first appeared, but gentle, as if one could imagine the speaker to be a very handsome young man.
An Jianyou froze.
After a moment, she said in her mind, "What... do you need me to do?"
Her voice trembled slightly, and she thought of certain scenes that would require censorship.
Then she heard:
"There is no need to be nervous."
"The purpose of our organization is to save this world that is about to fall. We need you, and others chosen by fate, to purge the filth of this world."
"Simply put, the monsters you see are what we call - Strange Evils."
The voice was not condescending but very gentle.
It also understood her situation, knowing that she could see monsters, those Strange Evils.
An Jianyou's nervousness gradually subsided.
However, how could she eliminate those terrifying Strange Evils? This was something she had always wanted to do, but couldn't.
Perhaps sensing her thoughts, the gentle voice said,
"You indeed have no ability at present."
"For this, I will pre-emptively grant you some, as one chosen by fate, you will also bear a heavy responsibility."
"Now, I bestow upon you the baptism of the body."
It was as if a gentle force descended upon her.
An Jianyou closed her eyelids and fell into a deep sleep.