[If all of humanity places its hope in one person, will civilization fare well?]
"When you read this, the life-and-death game to redeem the planet has already begun."
"All o...
——This ancient castle is the central conference hall of the Peak Alliance.
There were already some players living in the Alliance Station. When they saw Su Mingan and his group walking out of the teleportation array, although they were excited, they all watched quietly on both sides, and no one rushed over.
"These people are all members of the alliance. They are attracted by our name and most of them really like us." Luna explained to Su Mingan: "Just like the United Group supported Edward, these members can also give us props and equipment for free."
"Amazing execution." Su Mingan commented.
Lu once told him in the Eighth World that he wanted to establish an organization similar to the United Group, so that people who really liked them could have a way to help them. In just over a month, this vision had been realized.
Inside the castle, a long table has been set up with several golden candlesticks burning faintly on it. The ceiling is painted with a church-like story, which seems to be the legend of some god.
Since the live broadcast was on, Su Mingan did not ask why Lu wanted to set up such a meeting room. It looked like it was haunted. Lu Shu, who was standing next to him, almost tripped over the table legs.
The other four members of the Peak Alliance are already waiting here.
Beiwang was lying on the table, still looking sleepy, with his eyes half open.
Isabella is a scientist with long curly brown hair. She is gentle except for her occasional madness when she is doing research. She sits with her chin in her hand, writing and drawing in her notebook.
Alger was a red-haired man wearing a leather jacket, and he looked like a rebellious person. He was drawing circles on the table with his fork out of boredom, and he didn't even look up when he heard the noise.
Eleven was a black-haired woman. She nodded slightly at the group, her lips tightly pursed. She wore a long black dress and a snow-white hairpin. Although she looked young, her actual age was over 40. She sat in a dignified posture, like a black cat lady.
As the others took their seats, a "clang" sound came from the castle, as if it was a bell coming from the top, symbolizing the beginning of the establishment ceremony.
The gate of the castle slowly closed, blocking out the last ray of morning light from the outside world.
Only the candlelight flickered slightly.