For a time, all kinds of civilian heroes sprang up.
They all had one thing in common: they were down-to-earth. They could be a Mohawk uncle selling Corn Tortillas, a delivery rider, your homeroom teacher, or even your dad, mom, or the neighbor's dog...
Anything was possible.
Their abilities were not particularly great, but they were enough to deal with the monsters or violent criminals that appeared in everyday life.
They could only cover one or two blocks, and they still had their own regular jobs to do.
Nor were they free. Their organizations often had their own small groups offering VIP services. Paying members could directly call them over for assistance.
"Isn't this basically the civilian version of our Tianxing Club?" Wu Shanshan could not help saying after watching for a while.
"Exactly. This kind of model for dealing with mysterious disasters suits their way of thinking," Wenren Sheng said with a nod.
"Then why don't they want free services? The Colossus Priests never charge money." Little Illusion blinked her big eyes in confusion.
They didn't charge money, but they wanted lives.
Wenren Sheng shook his head and explained, "Because they're afraid. They like free ordinary goods too. But when it comes to services involving their lives, if it stays free, they always feel they'll lose something more, like their souls or their freedom."
"I let them play with me every day. Isn't that good enough for them?" Little Illusion said indignantly.
"Uh, not necessarily. Some people get happier the more they play, while others get more and more uneasy and insecure," Zhao Han said with deep feeling.
She was the latter.
The more she played, the more uneasy she became. She always felt she ought to do something serious.
"Huh, a priest just told me that a Super