"Mentor, that... I still don't know what our organization is called?"
An Jianyou, gasping for breath on the chair, asked anxiously in her mind, fearing her mentor would leave again.
Our organization is so powerful, it must have a thunderous name, right?
What would it be called?
Wait, why did the mentor stop talking? Did I say something wrong?
The underfloor heating in the bedroom made the girl's pretty face rosy. She was conflicted, wanting to ask but not daring to.
Perhaps the mentor suddenly encountered something important.
Is something wrong?
Wuwuwu—
The girl swiped open her phone, scrolling through her social media feed absentmindedly, her mind filled with indecision.
…
Meanwhile, in the bedroom of Taiping Residential Area, Fang You fell into deep thought.
What's our organization called? Of course, it's called the Salvation Organization (scratch that)! Normal organizations wouldn't call themselves the Salvation Organization, that would definitely be a cult.
His organization was genuinely centered on salvation and spreading the light of righteousness.
Of course, it needed a name that matched the light of righteousness.
But what should it be called? Naming things had always been difficult. He couldn't exactly crowdfund a name online right now.
Fang You mused.
This was like writing a novel; if there was no inspiration, there was no inspiration. Why didn't this Salvation Game name the organization itself?
Bad review.
Fang You also really wanted to know the answer to An Jianyou's question. Should he stall, or stall? Big wind novel
Fang You flipped through the Salvation Game, then poked at the character models of the Apostles—this was just for fun, there was no real interaction with the Apostles.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have the leisure to poke An Jianyou.
He tapped her. Her voice pack had been updated. "An Jianyou, charge!"
He then patted old brother Hei Dao. Old brother was as aloof as ever. "May the torch be passed on, and humanity endure forever."
Old brother usually recited this line, like a broken record.
Eh, wait!
Fang You recalled the game's opening CG.
Dark clouds shrouded the sky, a colossal shadow emerged from beneath the sea, and broken buildings under a gray mist looked like they had been dried for a thousand years.
Darkness! Ruin!
Yet, a spark of fire suddenly bloomed.
The fire was burning! As long as the torch was passed on, humanity would not be extinguished!
"Our organization has had many names, but it can also be called simply and directly... Spark!"
"Ding!"
"Notification: You have named the organization. Salvation Organization - Spark is officially established. Fate Points +2."
Fang You: "???"
…
Spark!
The simple two words echoed in An Jianyou's mind, lingering for a long time, and stirring ripples in her heart.
These two words must represent a great deal of meaning.
An Jianyou seemed to see countless years, from ancient times to the present, under the unseen reality, countless guardians had thrown themselves into the task, igniting the spark of human inheritance.
This, then, led to the prosperity of human society today.
Perhaps this was one meaning of Spark. More… An Jianyou felt she was not yet qualified to understand.
But it didn't matter.
Her current small goal was to learn the skill 'Gui Yu' to be capable of completing the tasks assigned by her mentor.
Work hard, An Jianyou!
Today, for the second time learning the 'Gui Yu' skill, her control over her eyes had improved.
She rested for a while, and when her stamina had recovered, she walked to the window and looked out at the road.
The night was quiet, with few people on the road, only the occasional sight of patrolling security guards.
An Jianyou's eyes were watery. She tried to widen them, and widen them further, until her eyes felt a little dry.
Suddenly,
A gray mist spread across the quiet road. The soft light from the streetlamps became much dimmer, and ugly, monstrous figures appeared, stumbling along the road.
Hissing.
They looked like zombies, but not proper ones.
Perhaps their necks twisted three thousand six hundred degrees like screws, or their arms stretched out like tentacles, both bizarre and terrifying.
But now An Jianyou dared to stare. She finally understood how to use her eyes.
What is seen exists; what is not seen does not.
She could just turn it off before sleeping. For now… she would consider it practice. An Jianyou, you are meant to face and expel the malevolent, you must keep your eyes open and not tremble.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground trembled, and An Jianyou's heart pounded like a drum.
Before her eyes, a malevolent entity, tens of meters tall like a giant, appeared. Its appearance, as if its skin had been peeled away, leaving only flesh and blood, and its tongue, forked and extending tens of meters…
All of it assaulted her fragile mind.
Suddenly,
The giant malevolent entity turned its head, its scarlet eyes fixed directly on her villa.
An Jianyou's mouth twitched. Her face remained mostly expressionless, like a girl enjoying the night breeze… She had almost mastered this skill instinctively.
She was used to it.
She wasn't afraid anymore.
No, it was still super, super, super terrifying!
The monstrous giant face slowly approached. An Jianyou's teeth chattered, her heart nearly stopped, and her eyelids twitched, then twitched again.
Twitching to the limit.
Hum—
The scene before her vanished. The hazy gray mist, the stumbling figures, and the terrifying giant malevolent entity were all gone. Outside the window was the quiet night again, with only the soft glow of the lights.
It was as if it were just a dream, and the pain would disappear upon waking.
An Jianyou still stood by the window, frozen for more than ten seconds, before her eyelashes finally blinked, and she sat down on the floor.
Biting her lip, her eyes teary.
"This world is still too dangerous!"
…
Taiping Residential Area was as peaceful as ever, with only the loud voice of Grandpa Qin at the gate occasionally breaking the silence.
On the sixth floor of one of the buildings, Fang You emerged from the steaming bathroom and flexed his muscles in front of the large mirror.
He was handsome and in great shape. Alas, how could he go out like this? What if a crowd of young ladies swarmed him? How would he politely and elegantly refuse?
These were probably the troubles faced by someone as handsome and talented as him.
Everyone understood.
Fang You naturally lay down on the bed, picked up his phone, and casually scanned the diary in the Salvation Game, suddenly freezing.
"Ding!"
"Notification: Malevolent entity 'Evil Corpse' has been recorded."
"Notification: Malevolent entity 'Long-Tongued Corpse' has been recorded."
"Notification: ..."
What happened now?
…
The beginning of Spark, the start of the new year.
Here, all members of Spark wish everyone a Happy New Year! May you have good health, happiness for your family, all your wishes come true, and good fortune in the Year of the Tiger!
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Actually, I originally planned to add an extra chapter, but my draft reserve wouldn't allow it. I also don't have much time to write, so this chapter is an early release for tomorrow at eight o'clock ←_←
But since it's the New Year, I won't disappoint. Not disappointing means being awesome. So… in the new year, please vote for monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, and give your support, ho ho ho~!
Roar~!