On the right is the living area, furnished with a sofa, round table, refrigerator, induction cooker, water dispenser, and other daily necessities.

Some of them were busy with their own tasks, some wore headphones watching dramas, while others gathered in small groups to gossip.

When they saw David Thompson enter, they just glanced up at him and then went back to what they were doing, showing none of the usual fear employees have toward their superiors.

I like this office atmosphere... Michael Bolton muttered to himself.

David Thompson didn’t stop, leading Michael Bolton toward the steel staircase, then suddenly turned around and said:

“These are ordinary staff members, here solely to serve us Spirit Realm Walkers. If you need anything in your life or work from now on, just tell them.”

Work and also work secretary? Michael Bolton nodded.

The two of them went up to the second floor, where the noisy chatter faded. The layout upstairs was much simpler: the entire left side belonged to David Thompson’s personal office, while nine desks were arranged on the right.

Most of the desks were empty, with only two occupied.

They were the investigators who had visited his home yesterday—the long-legged older sister and the disheveled, dazed-looking tech guy.

“Emily Clark, help him with the onboarding procedures.”

David Thompson called out from a distance, smiling as he said, “I’ve recruited a new colleague for you all.”

The tech guy looked up at Michael Bolton, nodded slightly, then lowered his head and continued with his work.

The mixed-race beauty smiled, stood up, and said,

“Looks like you completed the trial mission smoothly, little boy who likes mature women.”

Little boy who likes mature women?! Michael Bolton froze for a moment, then heard David Thompson beside him say:

“Emily Clark just likes to joke around, you’ll get used to it.”

He then scolded his female subordinate: “Don’t say weird things in front of our young college student. He’s still a kid.”

The “kid” took the opportunity to glance at the approaching mixed-race mature beauty. She wore an office suit, her shirt tucked into her skirt, accentuating her slender waist. Her long, shapely legs were wrapped in black stockings, and her slightly wavy hair swayed gently as she walked.

Her face was sharp and delicate, with the refined features of a Westerner, but her skin was fair and smooth.

“Sergeant Thompson, I’d like to ask about things related to the Spirit Realm trial.” Michael Bolton hadn’t forgotten his purpose for coming today.

“If you have any questions, you can ask Emily Clark. I have something to take care of.” David Thompson said warmly.

His tone was like a homeroom teacher talking to an honor student.

After giving his instructions, he hurried back to his office, planning to report the successful recruitment of a Night Wanderer to his superiors.

“Did the squad leader take the wrong medicine today? He’s practically floating as he walks.”

Emily Clark muttered, then turned to Michael Bolton and smiled:

“Come with me to fill out a form, and give me your ID card.”

“I didn’t bring my ID card.”

“Just tell me your ID number.”

She led Michael Bolton to an empty desk, handed him a form, wrote down Michael Bolton’s ID number, and then went downstairs.

Michael Bolton picked up a pen from the pen holder, unscrewed the cap, and examined the form.

This form was different from a regular onboarding form; it corresponded to the attribute panel of a Spirit Realm Walker.

In addition to basic information like occupation and level, there was also a section for the Spirit Realm trial mission.

Perfect, I’ll ask later how to clear the Sheling Tunnel instance... Michael Bolton filled it out truthfully.

Just as he finished, Emily Clark returned, holding two contracts. She pulled over an office chair and sat down next to him, her round hips sinking into the seat.

“The squad leader should have given you basic training already.” She leaned lazily against the back of the chair, a posture that showed off her impressive chest.

Michael Bolton caught a whiff of a refreshing fragrance and secretly stole a glance.

In this era where the average level is only C, an E-level powerhouse is enough to move people.

“Your onboarding is complete. Here’s the contract, and also a confidentiality agreement.”

After Michael Bolton signed, Emily Clark put away her smiling expression and said seriously:

“There are a few things you need to know. Starting today, you can’t use your original ID card anymore. The organization will give you a new one. You’ll get it within three days, and you can use it to buy high-speed rail and plane tickets through the fast track.

“As for the new phone card, you’ll get it tomorrow.”

“Why?” Michael Bolton didn’t understand this arrangement.

“When you named yourself, the Spirit Realm should have prompted you not to use your real name.”

Michael Bolton nodded.

Emily Clark said in a low voice:

“There’s a reason for this... We divide the professions in the Spirit Realm into two categories. The first is the lawful professions, the orthodox ones. The second is the evil professions.

“Spirit Realm Walkers with evil professions are either violent and bloodthirsty or perverted and cruel. They all have one thing in common: they hunt Spirit Realm Walkers of orthodox professions—that is, us. It’s very dangerous for a Spirit Realm Walker to reveal their identity in the real world.”

Like faction wars in games? Michael Bolton’s expression grew serious.

He’d found it odd last night when he was told not to use his real name.

So, David Thompson and Emily Clark aren’t their real names either?

“But don’t worry, we’re an official organization. Most of the time, we’re the hunters, and they’re the prey.”