“Sigh.”

Wang Congshan’s long sigh contained her complex emotions about the education system, her bewildered worries about her future, and her envy of her deskmate’s carefree youth.

Why was her eighteenth year destined to be spent shedding tears over exams?

Forget it, she thought.

Wang Congshan shook her head, took out her phone, and put on a small Bluetooth earpiece on her left ear (so the teacher wouldn’t see it the moment they walked in from outside the classroom).

She rested her forehead on the desk, placed her phone on her thigh, and looked down at it.

“Seven mentors, thirty-five trainees. They chase after the footsteps of the bizarre, as if chasing a dangerous and deadly storm...”

“The Centralia, Pennsylvania, mine fire incident...”

“The Inunaki Village ghosting incident in Miyawaka, Fukuoka Prefecture, Kyushu Island, Japan...”

“The single-trip ticket incident in the Dharavi slum of Mumbai, India...”

“They resolve crises, defend peace, shoulder missions, and bravely take on heavy responsibilities.”

“Do you think you are a warrior?”

“I think I am.”

The cool editing on the phone screen and the sound coming from the Bluetooth earpiece attracted Li Ang’s attention.

He leaned in close to Wang Congshan’s head. “What are you watching?”

“A variety show.”

Wang Congshan didn’t waste words. She took out another earpiece from her pocket and tossed it to Li Ang, while softly introducing, “This is a newly launched online program. It just came out last week, with 12 episodes released at once.

“It’s called *Chasing the Wind*.

“This program is spearheaded by the Global Supernatural Alliance, in conjunction with dozens of national official anomalous affairs management agencies. It’s certified by UNESCO and employs the most professional video production team to record the images of transcendents resolving anomalous events all over the world.

“It’s both in line with the main theme and non-preachy, both down-to-earth and high-end, explosive and super good-looking. How could you not know about it?”

“Uh, I stayed up all night playing games a few days ago and didn’t pay attention.”

After Wang Congshan said that, Li Ang also became interested and honestly started watching.

The main members of the program are seven mentors and thirty-five trainees, all of whom are mid- to high-level players from official institutions or folk organizations in various countries. They form seven special rescue teams, each taking an Airbus airplane provided by the Global Supernatural Alliance, flying at high altitude 24/7.

When an anomalous event that the local anomalous management agency cannot resolve breaks out in a certain area, the team closest to the incident site will make a temporary forced landing and go to the area to assist the local anomalous management agency in dealing with the anomaly. It can be said to be a mobile task force to some extent.

With Li Ang’s experience, he could tell at a glance that the ghosts and twisted monsters filmed in the program were real.

The players appearing on the screen were also truly fighting the alien races.

The whole thing adopted a semi-documentary style, with photography, editing, and music no less impressive than a Hollywood blockbuster, exquisitely produced, and unique in style.

Most of the members appearing on the screen had been screened, with outstanding looks and temperament.

The overall tone was passionate, with a positive energy main theme, occasionally interspersed with some heartwarming daily routines.

It was not surprising that it became popular.

Various places around the world had previously filmed some television and online programs recording the lives of transcendents.

For example, the Special Affairs Bureau had also authorized some video platforms to enter strongholds, film the daily lives of the Mobile Task Force members, and record the scenes of the members fighting on the front lines – Xing Hechou had also appeared on camera.

It was used to popularize science to the public and encourage more players to join the Special Affairs Bureau.

However, the production of *Chasing the Wind* was more sophisticated and professional, and the content elements were more abundant. Plus, it was released simultaneously around the world, and the discussion was far beyond similar programs.

Li Ang understood the intention of the Global Supernatural Alliance with a little thought.

In fact, this international organization, which claims to be a union of supernatural organizations around the world, has always been in a very awkward situation.

Its establishment background was that when the Shenlong appeared before the eyes of the world, supernatural phenomena were completely exposed, social order was shaken, and the people fell into panic from the bottom up.

The official authorities of various countries, equally frightened, unanimously believed that it was impossible to rely on any single country to effectively respond to the threat of the supernatural (especially the Shenlong with unknown purpose). That was why they authorized the formation of an international organization.

It had the highest authority in dealing with anomalies, could command supernatural agencies in various regions, and all organizations had to provide unconditional support.

That was indeed the case at the beginning.

But as time went by, the Shenlong, which lived on the surface of the moon, did not take any further action.

Supernatural phenomena also did not break out on a large scale uncontrollably, as the official authorities of various countries had previously speculated.

As a result, the enthusiasm of various countries to assist in the construction of the Global Supernatural Alliance gradually faded.

After all, human and material resources were limited, and of course, priority should be given to solving the problems at their own doorstep before they had time to support other regions.

Therefore, the Global Supernatural Alliance, which was still in its infancy, fell into an extremely awkward situation – it nominally had the right to be above all organizations, to protect human civilization and ensure human survival,

But in practice, neither official organizations such as the Special Accident Office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation,

nor secret societies with a long history, such as the I Society and the Clock Tower,

would wholeheartedly help the Global Supernatural Alliance, share resources, and exchange information.

Perhaps only Prometheus Labs, a folk organization without a background, would want to use the former’s influence and thus strongly support it.

In general, the total sum of human and material resources of the Global Supernatural Alliance was slightly higher than that of any single organization in the world.

However, many of the talents under it were dispatched and “leased” to it by other organizations, and could be taken back at any time.

There were not many people who were independently trained by the Global Supernatural Alliance and sincerely recognized the former’s purpose and dogma. The most famous of them was probably Saint Hong·Michael, who ranked first on the individual combat power list...

This documentary was probably filmed by the Global Supernatural Alliance specifically to expand its influence.

Just as Li Ang was thinking, the friend communication bar vibrated. It was a message from Luo Zi.

[Come to the plaza quickly, Michael is on the arena. His opponent is the vice president of the Sword King Court, Jū Quē, who ranks thirty-seventh in individual combat power.]

“Huh?”

Li Ang’s heart moved. Just as he was about to reply, Luo Zi sent a new message. [Wait... you don’t have to come. The competition is over.]

Game Plaza, first floor of the Sky Arena, below the arena.

A strong man holding a giant sword stood under the stage, staring blankly at his body surface that was glowing faintly, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

That figure with a halo on his head and wearing silver-white armor only used two swords to release a sky full of fire, pushing him off the stage twice in a row, directly losing the game.

And Jū Quē didn’t even have a single wound on his body, nor did he feel any pain...