Salt City had acquired a new urban legend.
At a certain time, when the stars aligned, confused crowds drifted aboard Small Boats offshore.
It was said that, if one was lucky enough, they could become a true transcendent overnight in the gap between dreams and reality.
"This isn't a legend."
That was what the first batch of successful people said.
But in recent days, although more and more Small Boats had appeared, no new Lucky Ones emerged—until one day.
"Th-this really isn't a legend?!"
Another Lucky One stepped off a small boat and hurried toward the Wishing Well, toward his glorious future. Considering the sores all over his body and his malnutrition, even the worst fate was better than a reality he could not survive for more than a few months.
And he was lucky. At least at that moment, he successfully completed the turning point of his fate and became a true Professional.
"How is that possible?! He just... just became a Professional that easily?"
In the shadows, the Savior Army's marshal watched the mortals weep with joy as they so easily crossed the boundary between life and death and became true Professionals. Her three views and common sense had taken a brutal blow.
". . . If I remember correctly, ten out of seventeen became Professionals. More importantly, none of those who failed mutated or died?!"
From the shadows, 313 Lu Lu witnessed this scene that defied all common sense.
"I'll remain open all night today. If you don't believe it, keep watching. Of course, I'm sure the Savior Army is everywhere, so you can have your own people give it a try."
After saying that, Lu PingAn yawned and went to sleep.
The next day, Lu PingAn slept until noon. As a "logistics officer," he had been