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"A smart decision."

Jiu Chonglou withdrew his hand, and a genuine smile, a rare occurrence, appeared on his face, which always carried a hint of mockery.

"There's no time like the present, so I'll take you to headquarters to learn about Sanchuan and this world."

"So soon?" Chen Zhuzhu's heart skipped a beat, and a long-lost sense of nervousness welled up inside her. The last time she was this nervous was when she performed on stage as the class representative for the first time.

As for the feeling of the eerie train instance, it's not tension, it's extreme fear, it's a different matter altogether.

"Everyone's busy. If something can be resolved in one go, then let's do it in one go. Why make a special trip? Here, lead the way, Ji Mo."

The group was invited by Jiu Chong Lou for the visit, but the task of being the tour guide was assigned to Ji Mo. A hint of helplessness flashed across Ji Mo's face, but he did not refuse, clearly already used to these kinds of last-minute arrangements.

Ji Mo stood up and gestured for Chen Zhuzhu to follow him to the warehouse area marked "No Guests Allowed." He took out a key with the Sanchuan logo on it and inserted it into the lock of an inconspicuous door at the back of the warehouse.

The door opened, but behind it was not a room, but pure darkness. Chen Zhuzhu instinctively opened her eyes wide, trying to see something, but she couldn't even make out a single outline.

For the first time, her abilities failed, as if her gaze had fallen into nothingness, offering no response.

My gaze shifted to the keys, and I finally read the message.

[Sanchuan Employee Key: With this key, the holder can directly access the headquarters from any Sanchuan-affiliated safe house.]

Beyond the door lay endless darkness; direction and height lost their meaning at that moment. Ji Mo stepped in first, trying to ease Chen Zhuzhu's tension through conversation: "Just keep walking, it's a bit long."

"Headquarters...is not in the Mortal Realm?" Chen Zhuzhu suddenly realized something.

"Yes, the headquarters is located in a special space attached to the mortal realm, which can be considered a layer of protection." Ji Mo emphasized the word "protection" when he mentioned it.

"When did Mr. Ji join this organization?"

"Don't be so formal. I'm only two years older than you. Just call me by my real name, Ji Mo."

Ji Mo smiled. Perhaps it was because he was too old-fashioned that the familiar people around him were a bunch of unreliable people. They either called him "old man" or tried to acknowledge him as their father. Being addressed as "sir" was a first for him.

"If you're asking about the actual time she joined, it was a year ago. Xiao Jiu is different from us; she's always been a member of Sanchuan. Well... you can think of her as the daughter of the small supermarket owner. Whether she likes it or not, this supermarket will eventually be inherited by her, and she'll naturally learn about the situation through her daily life. For her, the job of introducing people is too basic; she's done it too many times before."

"Don't let Xiao Jiu's sharp tongue fool you; she's actually kind-hearted. Don't take it too seriously," Ji Mo added, explaining on behalf of Jiu Chonglou.

As Ji Mo said, the road is long and the empty environment breeds loneliness, so chatting is a good way to relieve loneliness.

"Our organization's full name is [Sanchuan Tailor Shop]. It was established at the end of the Age of Gods, and initially, all its members were gods in the literal sense. Born of Heaven and Earth, they were born to be gods."

"Most of those who joined later were powerful individuals whom we had helped while on missions or incidentally saving some world."

"It can be said that being a powerful figure in one's own right is one of the criteria for recruiting people in Sanchuan. This also leads to the fact that locals like us are relatively rare in the organization; most local extraordinary individuals with some skills have been recruited by the official governments of successive dynasties."

"If we don't count the ordinary people who are in charge of the industry but know nothing about it, the average age within the organization is as high as three hundred years old. That's the average age including you and me." Ji Mo paused. "If the official age and average combat strength are pyramid-shaped, then ours is an inverted triangle."

Chen Zhuzhu was speechless for a moment. If she hadn't been caught up in that strange train, a few years later, she might still be secretly angry about being called "Auntie." But now, she had become like an infant in the entire organization.

At this point, Ji Mo suddenly stopped, said "We've arrived," and started walking again.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed drastically.

Chen Zhuzhu found herself standing on an island suspended in the air. When Ji Mo mentioned that the founder of the Sanchuan Tailor Shop was a god, she had imagined a blessed land shrouded in celestial mist from a novel. But what she saw now was a cold and massive military fortress, with mechanical or puppet-like figures patrolling everywhere.

"Is this correct?"

This isn't right, is it? This is completely different from what she imagined.

Did she really wander into the wrong sci-fi movie?

"Those who survived the era of the fall of the gods and the dramatic changes in the environment... are basically pragmatists." Ji Mo recalled Jiu Chonglou's words and repeated, "The headquarters is not a backyard garden, nor is it used as a hotel for vacations. Why does it need to be so beautiful? Practicality is enough."

Chen Zhuzhu felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, so she could only follow Ji Mo closely.

The space was eerily empty, the only sound the echoing footsteps of the two of them. All they saw along the way seemed to be mindless puppet guards; not a single living person was in sight.

When they reached a certain place, Chen Zhuzhu suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and looked around.

She could clearly sense that someone was watching her, but following common sense, she looked in the direction where the surveillance cameras might be hidden, towards the puppets, and even towards the sky above, but she didn't meet anyone's gaze.

There are definitely eyes watching me!

Neither visual perception nor advanced detection can detect it.

"Ji Mo, is something watching us?" Chen Zhuzhu couldn't help but ask. "Why is there no one else on the road?"

Ever since the door opened, her abilities seem to have stopped working properly.

"Don't worry about them, they mean no harm," Ji Mo said without turning his head. "I forgot to tell you, although this is the headquarters, Sanchuan's main mission locations are all in other worlds. Long-term missions often involve leaving for seventy or eighty years, or even hundreds of years. There are actually very few people permanently stationed at headquarters."

This is why the Sanchuan Tailor Shop generally doesn't recruit locals and rarely accepts low-level superhumans. Those at the third level and below are still considered ordinary people, and their lifespans are the same.

Based on Ji Mo's understanding of the organization's operations, even if Chen Zhuzhu were to be officially promoted and carry out missions in the future, it would probably be fifty or sixty years from now.

This isn't underestimating her potential, but rather a reflection of reality. Her parents probably only have so much time left. Only after everything settles down can she truly feel at ease embark on her long-term mission.

"This place is so big... is it all empty?"

"That's another matter. The headquarters is located in another dimension mainly to imprison certain special beings and prevent them from breaking through and escaping, causing trouble for the outside world." Ji Mo seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly: "Yes, the Sanchuan headquarters is essentially a prison. Most of the permanent residents here are sources of pollution that are rampant in other worlds."

These puppets, which appear to be on patrol, are actually simulating prison guards on patrol.

This information is not important; any local who has been in the Extraordinary for a while already knows it.

The situation at Sanchuan Tailor Shop has never been a secret.

Chen Zhuzhu felt horrified, but then she understood the feeling that there were eyes watching her from all directions.

"Where do we go now?"

"Go test your abilities."