"What was this?"
She pulled down.
Mission A: Declare war on the villains demanding protection money. Mission B: Advance to a senior member (gray). Mission C: Master a powerful combat skill.
Seeing these, she froze.
In the other world, Vier had already seen everyone off.
She stretched, rolled her neck, and complained, "Acting is so exhausting."
Honestly, those creatures were uncontrollable. Although they had been captured, if they ran out together as a group, this mission would really have gone wrong.
Fortunately, the situation was not too bad.
Those who had gone through a mission had actually signed some kind of contract with Amia, as if they were being watched by a god.
And that right of observation had, in fact, now been handed over to Mom—not Mom.
The facts proved that this experiment had been very successful.
Other than that middle-aged woman backing down, everyone else had performed satisfactorily.
At least, she was very satisfied.
She could not expect everyone to be fearless and indifferent to life and death, could she?
There would definitely be more people like this in the future.
"Later, I'll need to make more bodies and send them through the Dream World to guard other worlds. That'll also make it easier to bring people over for missions."
She would profit from all of it, while also training some fighters.
Honestly, people feared death. If they were truly asked to risk their lives, most of them would probably back down.
Therefore, future training definitely needed to be divided into levels.
Level 3, 2, and 1 members would only be distinguished by strength.
But to become a senior member, their hearts had to be examined to see whether they were loyal and reliable.
Only senior members would qualify for promotion.
Only such people could