The Heavenly Realm Organization.
There were many people in this organization whom Ye Qiyan knew.
Smiley and Don Quixote, for instance.
His path had crossed theirs.
Ye Qiyan was also willing to consider them friends.
And the Heavenly Realm Organization itself had actually made quite a name for itself in the Wasteland.
That reputation came not from its strength, but from what its members did.
They helped the weak, saved people for free, stood up for the vulnerable, and spoke for the indigenous people living in human cities.
They were kind people.
In the Wasteland, a world filled with slaughter, desire, and scheming, an organization composed of people who chose kindness and justice probably faced more than just the dangers of conflict.
More than that, they faced tests of their convictions.
Ye Qiyan rather admired the Heavenly Realm Organization's existence.
Though he could never be that sort of great philanthropist himself.
"An invitation for me?"
He looked at the contents of the Light Screen, thought briefly, then tapped it to reply:
["Sure."]
There was no reason not to go.
It was nothing more than joining in something like a grand opening celebration.
Still, if the Heavenly Realm Organization really was announcing its revival to the Wasteland with such fanfare, it would be like a slap in the face to those who had once destroyed it.
Ye Qiyan had always been curious about who exactly had done such a thing.
Perhaps he would get an answer this time.
Fang Cheng soon sent the invitation over.
The event was tomorrow, but Ye Qiyan planned to leave now.
"Huh? This world's level?"
[Unranked Guild Headquarters World · Heavenly Realm]
"No level?"
``` [Ding-dong. Correct. After a human Train Conductor captures any Platform World through the [Occupy Headquarters] guild permission, that Platform