Chapter 39: Unveiling a Corner of the Association's Mystery!

They set out immediately upon receiving the intelligence, their primary objective being precisely the so-called "ally" mentioned by the Eastern Nation. Now, having the chance to meet—and even gaining an additional ally capable of bringing immense benefits—how could they not feel exhilarated?

Moreover, the threat they needed to address was none other than the monsters within their own region. This was a danger that genuinely imperiled their own safety. To obtain relevant intelligence and support from the Eastern Nation in such a short span, they had sacrificed significant interests and even ceded some degree of initiative.

The fear of death loomed over all who wished to live, regardless of status or rank. Yet Shen Yu understood clearly: today's meeting was chiefly to confirm his existence and establish a communication channel.

His elevated status owed fundamentally to the association behind him and the network of interests it represented. To secure greater influence in the future, it was equally necessary to reinforce the association’s "tiger skin"—its formidable reputation. Thus, Shen Yu came prepared.

“There’s one more thing,” Shen Yu shifted his tone. “While the association doesn’t provide free aid directly to any doomsday civilization, it does maintain an incentive system for its members.”

“A reward system?” Qi Shichang instinctively straightened his back and widened his eyes at Shen Yu. This was a term none of them had heard before. The others, noticing Qi Shichang’s reaction, grew visibly excited. For them, today’s gains were already substantial, but if they could acquire some fresh intelligence related to the association, it might become capital for their own advancement once they returned.

“I only learned about it recently,” Shen Yu nodded, then furrowed his brow slightly as he explained, “The Multidimensional Doomsday Civilization Mutual Aid Association differs greatly from what we previously understood. There aren't many people there—after all, the Gray Mist Walkers mostly remain in their own worlds. Only a few automated puppets and elemental servants maintain headquarters operations. So, I’m still exploring much of the information.”

This was a rehearsed explanation Shen Yu and his companions had devised. Even when Shen Yu had previously “convinced” the Hope Goddess, he had pictured the association as a grand, mysterious place, and after absorbing the gray mist, all the details had come into place.

After securing a considerable amount of gray mist yesterday, along with various extraordinary effects, Shen Yu decided to raise his new personal terminal and project an image.

“I recorded a video at the association. Take a look yourselves.”

In an instant, images appeared above the modest meeting room. No one present had expected the mysterious association to reveal itself so suddenly, unveiling even a fraction of its enigma. Every person instinctively held their breath, including Ji Mingshu, who stared wide-eyed at the projection.

It showed a space shrouded in gray mist, with no visible sky or ground, only vague outlines of vast, diverse structures. Though mostly indistinct, the immense scale and mystery were palpable.

The scene shifted to a clearer, more distinct building.

“The Level-One New Member Hall of the Multidimensional Doomsday Civilization Mutual Aid Association.”

This information flooded their minds immediately upon seeing the structure. The sensation was uncanny; even the blonde woman from the Western Alliance was left utterly stunned, her composure shattered.

Within the hall stood numerous beings evidently not human—perhaps not even alive in a conventional sense. Yet, upon seeing them, their purposes became unmistakably clear. For instance, one creature radiated light, resembling a special energy entity. The term “Sacred Elemental Servant” instantly arose in their minds, along with its functions: healing mental trauma, dispelling curses, and other adverse effects.

Similarly, other entities served various roles—curing diseases, prolonging life, aiding in cultivation, repairing equipment—dozens of them in total, all dedicated to serving the Gray Mist Walkers personally.

The most astonishing sight was an altar-like structure at the very center. At first glance, everyone’s minds unmistakably identified it as a resurrection altar.

“My God,” Orlinad was so overwhelmed that he could no longer hide his fervent envy. “Are association members effectively immortal?”

“In theory, yes,” Shen Yu shook his head, “but from the moment I joined, one of the principles imprinted in my mind was to maintain absolute reverence for the infinite multiverse. Resurrection is ultimately just an application of some extraordinary power. Where there is resurrection, there must also be forces preventing it. Personally, I have no desire to experience resurrection firsthand.”

Including such elements served not only to enhance the association’s mystique but also to dispel any dangerous notions some might harbor. When the population is vast, all manner of beings exist. There’s always the risk that someone in high position might entertain thoughts of world destruction. Spreading such knowledge forces careful consideration.

Once enough gray mist is accumulated, Shen Yu genuinely hopes to realize all these possibilities. If the gray mist is truly all-powerful, why not be comprehensive?

Besides providing a mutual aid platform, the association should also assist every Shen Yu across all worlds. Only then can everyone grow stronger together.

For those before him, these revelations were indeed staggering. The two representatives from the Northern Alliance found themselves repeating one phrase over and over:

“Incredible, unbelievable, incredible...”

“Consultant Shen,” Qi Shichang swallowed nervously, “Is it possible to copy this video...?”

Shen Yu replied, “I can make a copy for you. Many things within the association are imbued with unique extraordinary powers. Transmitting information is the simplest part. Some confidential content won’t even appear on recordings—like those mosaic-like areas you saw. Those are the great achievements of the association’s predecessors. Only we may know, and without permission, none may speak of them. So what you see in the footage is what each civilization is permitted to view.”

After all, the gray mist was used to enhance and refine the details. If even the Hope Goddess could be deceived, no one in this world would detect anything amiss.