Gathered, They Are a Flame; Scattered, They Are Stars!

After entering the room and closing the door, the inside grew slightly dark.

Ge Jian'an did not dare move around carelessly. He cautiously held onto the wall for several seconds, and only walked toward the light after his eyes adapted to the darkness enough to see.

Gradually, two bright light sources from the inner room came into view.

His pupils repeatedly constricted and dilated. Instinctively, he raised his right hand to shield his eyes from the harsh light and looked over.

However.

The scene that came into focus next left Ge Jian'an rooted to the spot.

There was no one in the entire room.

He had expected to meet the Alliance Leader, talk with him, and discuss their ideals. Yet there was not even a trace of that scene. All that stood directly ahead was a lonely table and chair.

"Is this the first test?"

Seeing a sheet of white paper covered in writing on the table, Ge Jian'an nodded. He walked over, dropped into the chair, and began examining the words by the light.

"Three questions. No scores, no correct answers. We're only looking for like-minded people?"

After reading the first sentence in black and white, Ge Jian'an was slightly surprised.

He had never imagined an interview could be this strange. Strangely enough, after reading that sentence, the anxiety he had felt earlier instead settled down.

Organizations like the Heroes Assembly, which suddenly appeared and began recruiting, were actually not uncommon on the wasteland.

In the even more chaotic years before, such organizations had appeared far more frequently than they did now.

Setting aside the relatively normal organizations.

There were missionary organizations that worshiped the gods and were determined to cleanse the New Continent of evil and darkness.

There were also mad organizations that looked down on humanity's existing