From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 154 Aurora Meeting and Mr. A!

"Offer your life for the great evil god!"

The cult leader's short knife pierced the ninja's chest, splattering blood everywhere.

Then, he discarded the dagger, dipped his fingers in the warm blood gushing from his chest, and tasted it.

As if enjoying himself, the cult leader slowly closed his eyes, feeling a certain power flowing through his body. The dreamlike feeling eroded his brain nerves, making him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

"Ah, I feel it."

Then, under the unwavering gaze of all the cult members, the leader removed his black robe and hood.
His skin changed color at a speed visible to the naked eye, like that of a demon, and his whole body was covered with interwoven black and white patterns, including his face. His aura suddenly changed, as if he were a demon from hell, exuding an evil and eerie aura from the inside out.

"Was it successful?"

Chojiro swallowed nervously, not daring to look away for a moment, staring intently at the cult leader.

They have held rituals many times, but without exception, each one ends in failure, and they have never received a positive response from the 'evil god'.

If the ritual hadn't been confirmed to be authentic and possess a strange, cursed effect, the entire cult would probably have disbanded long ago.

But this is the first time that such obvious black and white patterns and that unsettling, eerie aura have appeared on the leader!

Everyone held their breath, anxiously awaiting the result.

The cult leader, immersed in a dreamlike state, was feeling the changes within his body when a low, hoarse murmur, mixed with frantic delirium, suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Could it be the voice of the evil god?!"

The cult leader was overjoyed; he had never imagined that the sacrifice would be so effective.

So many people were sacrificed in the past, but in the end there was no response at all. This time, only a ninja was sacrificed, and the effect was surprisingly good.

He cleared his mind of the jumbled thoughts and tried to concentrate, wanting to hear the voice of the 'evil god' clearly.

But the sound was so faint, as if it were from a great distance, as thin as a mosquito's buzz, that no matter how carefully he listened, he couldn't make it out.

Damn!

Damn!

Damn!

The cult leader was extremely anxious, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

This is the first time I've had such a close encounter with an evil god. Who knows if I'll ever get another chance if I miss this one?
Wait, is it because there aren't enough offerings?
Suddenly, as if a flash of inspiration struck him, this idea popped into his mind.

Soon, the cult leader became increasingly certain that the insufficient number of offerings was the reason he could not hear the divine message from the evil god.

The problem is, all the offerings have been used up, so where are the next offerings?
Just then, the anxious cult leader glanced at the members of the cult below and his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. Weren't these ready-made sacrifices?

"My Lord, have we succeeded?"

"My Lord, has the Evil God issued a divine decree?"

"Is it the evil god?"

The followers could no longer contain themselves and began asking questions all at once.

They desperately wanted to know whether the cult leader had succeeded and whether the evil god had truly bestowed his 'blessing' upon him.

"Ah, that's right, I did it."

The cult leader's gaze swept over everyone, their faces reflected in his eyes, and a smile curved his lips: "However, there's still a little short before I can have the Evil God bestow blessings upon everyone."

"Almost there? Master, what should we do?"

"Master, please allow the Evil God to bestow blessings upon us as well!"

"That's right, Master, you can't abandon us!"

Faced with the questions from the crowd, the cult leader raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet. He then said, "Don't worry, I will not forget you all. As long as you help me one more time, the power of the Evil God will be able to descend upon this world completely!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the evil god cult were overjoyed. Their long-cherished wish was finally within reach, and no one could contain themselves any longer.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, whatever it may be, we will definitely get it done for you!"

"That's right, that's right, for Lord Evil God!" "Very good, very good!"

The cult leader raised his hand again and pressed down, a smirk playing on his lips: "Then please, for the sake of the Evil God, die!"

"what?"

"what?"

"Master?"

Everyone seemed not to have heard clearly and stood there stunned.

But then, the cult leader picked up the dagger, gave everyone a ferocious and cruel smile, and then slashed his own neck.

Pfft——!
In an instant, a huge gash was slashed open on his neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

After a brief moment of shock, the members of the cult suddenly noticed that all of them had the same wound on their necks at the same time, and streams of blood gushed out like fountains, directly staining half of the square red.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

"Ahhh!"

"Master of the Cult"

"Why?!"

Screams rang out one after another.

Dozens of members of the cult clutched their necks, staring with resentment at the cult leader in the center of the altar.

They didn't know why the cult leader had suddenly committed suicide, and that everyone had been dragged into the curse by the 'ritual'.

One by one, members fell to the ground, their blood flowing like a river, making the cult leader, who was at the center of the ritual pattern, appear even more eerie.

"Thank you for giving your lives."

The cult leader slit his own throat but did not die. He licked his own blood and closed his eyes as if enjoying it: "Evil God, the sacrifice has been offered. Let me hear your voice!"

The next moment, the voice in his mind suddenly became much clearer.

It was a mad murmur, a whisper from the abyss, a roar like that of a demon!

It was filled with pain, torment, resentment, and depravity. It was as if endless suffering, mixed with extreme negative emotions, was constantly impacting his mind like a raging tsunami.

One after another, insane words were like red-hot steel needles forcibly shoved into the brain, stirring it violently.

The intense pain was like a storm, sweeping through every corner of my body.

"Uhhhhhh-!!!"

The cult leader clutched his head in agony, kneeling on the ground and wailing and rolling around.

Although he endured pain, he finally got his wish and saw the evil god he had been longing for!

It was a one-eyed giant hanging upside down on a cross, its single, blood-red eye gleaming with madness and malice; the giant was bound by chains, and behind it was a swirling, flowing curtain of dark, gelatinous shadows, concealing unknown eyes.

Ah! I heard it! I heard it! I finally heard it!
The cult leader's eyes were filled with madness, and his entire body seemed to writhe with rage.

He raised his hideous, twisted face and roared like a wild beast in the empty square, his blood-red eyes flashing with madness: "Ah, I can finally hear your voice! You are the creator of everything, the ruler behind the veil of shadows, the fallen nature of all living beings, the great 'True Creator'!"

"From now on, there will be no more evil god cults."

The cult leader slowly rose, his body hunched over, a grin stretching to his ears: "Only the Aurora Society exists, and I am Mr. A!"

Uchiha Muneki, hidden in the shadows, nodded with satisfaction.

Now that Aurora and Mr. A are both in place, they're just waiting to harvest some crops to feed the 'wriggling hunger'.

Side Quest (Optional): Spreading Faith - Part 1

[Establish a religious organization and spread its faith throughout the ninja world, with at least 100 followers (1/100)]

[Reward: Ten potions from the Hanged Man pathway - Sequence 9~6]

(End of this chapter)