My Salvation Game Became true?!.

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Passing the Torch! [Happy Spring Festival!]

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“Mentor, that… I still don’t know what our organization is specifically called?” Fang You, lying on the chair and gasping for air, was afraid her mentor would walk away again and hurriedly asked in her mind.

Our organization must have a name that resounds like thunder.

What kind of name could it be?

Wait, why isn’t the mentor saying anything? Did I say something wrong?

The underfloor heating was on in the bedroom, making the young girl’s pretty face flush red. She was conflicted, wanting to ask but not daring to.

Maybe the mentor has suddenly come across some major issue.

Nothing bad would happen, right?

Wuu wuu wuu—

The girl pulled out her phone, flipping through her social media feed but her heart wasn’t in it, full of indecision.

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Meanwhile, in a bedroom in Tai Ping Residential Complex, Fang You fell into deep thought.

What’s our organization called? Of course, it’s the Salvation Organization (crossed out)! No serious organizations would directly call themselves the Salvation Organization, right? That would be a sure sign of a Heretical Cult.

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His organization truly has the core mission of saving the world and spreading the light of righteousness.

Of course, it also needs a name that fits the light of righteousness.

But what should it be called? Naming has always been a difficult task—it’s not like we can just crowdsource a name on the internet now.

Fang You thought.

This kind of thing is like writing a novel; when you don’t have inspiration, you just don’t have it. Why didn’t this Salvation Game come up with a name for the organization?

Thumbs down.

An Jianyou’s question was something Fang You also wanted to know. Should he drag his feet or just drag his feet?

Fang You flipped through the Salvation Game, then poked the Angel Envoy character model—huh, this was purely poking for fun and didn’t actually interact with the Angel Envoy.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to casually poke An Jianyou when he felt like it.

He gave it a tap; this girl’s voice pack had been updated, “An Jianyou, go for it~!”

He also patted old Black Blade, who, as always, was cool and distant, “As long as the torch is passed, humanity will endure.”

That old fellow mostly stuck to this same phrase, like a broken record.

Hey, wait a minute!

Fang You thought of the game’s opening CG.

Dark clouds enveloped the sky, a colossal shadow rose from beneath the sea, and the buildings shrouded in grey mist seemed to have been desiccated for a millennium.

Darkness! Ruin!

Yet, a flicker of light suddenly blossomed.

The fire is burning! As long as the torch is passed, humanity will never be extinguished!

“Our organization has had many names, but it can also simply and directly be called… ‘Torch’!”

「Ding!」

「Prompt: You have named your organization—the Salvation Organization ‘Torch’ has been officially established; +2 Destiny Points.」

Fang You: “???”

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Torch!

The simple, two-word name echoed in An Jianyou’s mind, never fading away, and it rippled through her heart more and more.

These two words, they must represent a great many meanings.

An Jianyou seemed to see that throughout countless years from ancient times to the present, beneath the reality unseen by people, there had been innumerable guardians, one following another, lighting the Torch of human heritage.

This was what had allowed human society to flourish up to the present day.

Perhaps this was one of the meanings of Torch, and more… An Jianyou felt that she wasn’t yet qualified to understand.

But that was okay.

Her current small goal was to learn the skill ‘Ghost Control’—only then would she have the ability to complete the tasks assigned by her mentor.

Work hard, An Jianyou!

Today—her second day learning Ghost Control—she gained even better control over her own eyes.

She rested for a while, and once her energy had recovered sufficiently, she walked to the windowsill and looked out at the road.

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The night was serene, with few people on the streets, save for the occasional patrolling security guard.

An Jianyou’s eyes were watery, as she tried hard to keep them wide open, even wider, straining until they felt a bit sore.

Suddenly,

The silent street became engulfed in a grey haze. The soft light diffusing from the street lamps dimmed significantly, and a series of ugly and ferocious shadows appeared, staggering along the road.

Roaring.

They looked like zombies, but not the regular kind.

Some had necks twisted like screws, making full three-thousand-six-hundred-degree turns, while others had arms extended like tentacles—both bizarre and terrifying.

But now, An Jianyou dared to look at them; she had understood the purpose of her eyes.

What she saw existed, what she didn’t see, didn’t exist.

Just turn off the switch before going to bed later, and for now… consider it early adaptation. An Jianyou, you are someone who faces Mysterious Evil head-on, banishes them, and cannot tremble with your eyes wide open.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ground trembled, and An Jianyou’s heart palpitated in response.

In front of her, a Mysterious Evil creature, towering like a giant over a dozen meters tall with skin that seemed to peel off to reveal raw flesh beneath, and a tongue that split and extended over ten meters…

All of it assaulted her fragile mind.

All of a sudden,

The giant Mysterious Evil turned its head, its scarlet eyes fixed straight on her villa.

An Jianyou’s mouth twitched; her face lacked any significant expression, like a girl simply enjoying the night breeze… This act had almost become an instinct for her now.

She was used to it.

No longer afraid.

No, it’s still super super super terrifying!

That hideous giant face slowly drew closer, as An Jianyou’s teeth chattered, her heart nearly came to a stop, and her eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

They twitched to their limit.

Hum—

The scene before her vanished, the murky fog, the staggering figures, and the terrifying giant—all disappeared, and the night outside was tranquil once again, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights.

It was as if it had all been just a dream that leaves no pain upon waking.

An Jianyou still stood in front of the window, petrified for a dozen seconds before her eyelashes fluttered, and she plopped down on the floor.

Biting her lip, tears streaming down her face.

“This world is still too dangerous!”

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Tai Ping Residential Complex was as peaceful as ever, with only the loud voice of Old Qin in the security booth occasionally breaking the silence.

In one of the buildings on the sixth floor, Fang You stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, flaunting his muscles in front of the large mirror.

Handsome and fit—how was he supposed to step outside? If the ladies swarmed him, how would he reject them elegantly and politely?

This must be the kind of trouble that someone as handsome and talented as him worries about.

Everyone understands.

Fang You casually lay down on the bed, flicked through his phone, and glanced over the diary entries on the “World Savior” game when he suddenly froze.

‘Ding!’

‘Prompt: Mysterious Evil “Evil Corpse” entered into the bestiary.’

‘Prompt: Mysterious Evil “Long-tongued Corpse” entered into the bestiary.’

‘Prompt: …’

What’s going on now?

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The beginning of Torchlight, the start of the new year.

Here, all members of Torchlight wish everyone a Happy New Year, wishing you good health, happiness, success in all your endeavors, and an auspicious Year of the Tiger!

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Actually, I wanted to add another chapter, but the saving princess wouldn’t allow it. Also, there wasn’t much time to write, so I’m releasing this chapter early at eight o’clock tomorrow←_←

But since it’s New Year, no slacking—you know no slacking means I’m awesome. So… for the new year, I’m asking for monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, and support—roar!

Roar~!