Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

The meeting of believers was held in Toshima Ward, in a residential area between Kanamecho and Senkawa.

This is a large Japanese-style mansion with a spacious area. The high gray-black courtyard walls give it a somewhat solemn appearance.

People were coming and going from the house. Judging from the looks in the eyes of passersby, everyone was avoiding these eccentric cultists, clearly knowing what was going on inside.

The government couldn't possibly be unaware that such a cult stronghold was located so openly next to a residential area.

The reason for turning a blind eye is probably to maintain a stable base of votes among the followers. For these brainwashed people, as long as the leader supports whoever is elected, getting them to vote is just a matter of a word.

Moreover, there must be a lot of illegal transactions going on behind the scenes.

Two guards dressed in red robes stood on either side of the entrance to the mansion, with samurai swords at their waists, checking the identity of each follower.

Han Chuanyou took an unconventional approach, disappearing into the ground and heading straight into the courtyard.

Underground, the mansion was laid bare before him. It was very large, probably four or five hundred square meters, and the interior decoration was somewhat incongruous.

A Buddhist lotus lamp hangs next to a Christian cross, a Buddha statue is placed next to a statue of the Virgin Mary, and incense sticks burn in an incense burner. It's as if Eastern and Western religious elements have been randomly pieced together, making it seem more and more absurd the more you look at it.

Various slogans were written on the white cloths hanging around.

The world is about to be destroyed, and the cult leader, as the messenger of the gods, will lead his followers to ascend to the heavens.

It's all utter nonsense.

Those who believe these things have a questionable level of understanding.

That makes sense; it's a kind of selection process, aimed at choosing people who are easy to control.

At this moment, in the open space in the center, the believers arrived one after another. These people were of all ages, about a hundred people in total, all kneeling on the cushions with devout expressions.

[A demonic cult stronghold has been discovered, plundering the people's wealth and spreading falsehoods; their crimes are heinous and deserve death...]

The subtitles arrived late, but they did.

In his eyes, each of these followers revealed their own identity, such as demon servants, deacons, protectors, and so on...

Han Chuan remained underground, quietly waiting for the right moment. Once all the followers had gathered, that would be the time for him to make his move.

A moment later, the door was tightly closed.

A young woman dressed in a white robe, bearing the insignia of a demon envoy, emerged from the main building and loudly proclaimed, "Welcome, Master!"

Upon hearing this, the followers all knelt down and shouted, "Long live the leader!"

Soon, a middle-aged man with a large belly, a kind face, a strangely shaped wooden staff in his hand, and wearing a white robe, walked out with a swaying gait.

Compared to other white-robed followers, the men's robes were decorated with gold lines, making them appear quite solemn.

Behind him followed two burly men with menacing faces, who looked like sumo wrestlers, with the titles of two great protectors on the left and right of their heads.

The two men were very tall, nearly 1.9 meters, and each time they stepped on the ground, it seemed to shake the ground, highlighting the imposing presence of the cult leader in front of them.

The cheers of the crowd inspired the newcomers to the church, and their eyes filled with a hint of admiration.

Shuhei Ohno, the leader of the Leif Shinsengumi, slowly walked up to the central wooden platform.

He looked around, his narrow eyes revealing kindness and compassion, as if he were truly a saint who saves all living beings.

"May the Holy God bless you!"

He leaned closer to the microphone, opened his arms, and spoke in a loud voice with a certain inspiring tone.

"Recently, the Holy Lord heard of the profound suffering and rampant evil in the world, and specially sent down the renowned Grim Reaper of Tokyo to cleanse the world of its filth! The Holy Lord says that as long as you are devout enough, you will receive the Grim Reaper's protection, be spared from calamity, and gain eternal life!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers, many with tears in their eyes, shouting "Holy Lord above!"

Shuhei Ohno nodded in satisfaction, his expression still kind and gentle.

The public's clamor made him seem as if he had truly become the so-called representative of the gods' power on earth.

Before these followers, he was a god, and their wives, daughters, and property belonged to him, to be enjoyed at his disposal.

He raised his hand and pressed down lightly, then changed the subject:

"However, the arrival of Lord Death requires you to greet him with the purest spirit and flesh."

Your possessions, your families, your bodies—these are all trials given by the Lord.

Only by giving selflessly can one gain Death's approval and ascend to paradise in the impending apocalypse!

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly seductive:

"The Lord has issued a divine decree that every believer should donate their household property to the church in order to accumulate merit."

If your wives and daughters are chosen as saints and receive the infusion from the Holy Lord, it will be their greatest glory!

Next, we will hold a sacred and blissful ceremony. By fully engaging in it, you will be with the Holy Lord and Death, sharing in heavenly joy!

Below the stage, many people's eyes became glazed and feverish.

Several girls dressed in white gauze dresses were led to the front of the stage. They were of varying ages and had blank expressions, yet they were forced to put on a professional smile.

These are the so-called saintesses, who are actually nothing more than playthings for the pleasure of the church's upper echelons, and today, they will probably have to participate in this revelry as well.

Han Chuanyou looked at this absurd scene and thought of those so-called holy waters, which were nothing more than tap water with added painkillers, yet they claimed to cure all diseases.

This set of lies about sacrificing one's wife and daughters for a blissful ritual is a classic example of a cult's money-making and debauchery tactics.

But those believers in the audience chose to believe.

As the incongruous church music began, the crowd circled the courtyard to the beat, their expressions devout, swaying their bodies and chanting incantations.

As time went on, the followers gradually drew closer to each other, their eyes growing increasingly fervent as they shouted for the upcoming carnival.

"The ceremony begins! Let us, amidst the flames of desire, discern the mysteries of truth and prepare for the coming of death!"

Shuhei Ohno raised his staff high and shouted.

Han Chuan You felt it was time for her to make her appearance.

"Since you're so eager to face death," a cold voice echoed throughout the hall, "then I'll grant your wish."

A figure appeared in the center of the courtyard at some unknown time. Beneath the ferocious Asura mask, the eyes revealed were exceptionally cold.

"Time's almost up. Those who believe the Holy Lord can save you, stay where you are. Those who don't, stand aside."

The sound of using spiritual energy wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone in the courtyard to hear clearly.

Upon seeing who it was, Ohno Shuhei, who had been brazenly bluffing and anticipating the joyful gathering that was about to begin, was immediately stunned into silence.

Death has really come? How could this be?

"Lord Death!!"

Some followers, upon seeing Han Chuanyou appear, became even more fanatical and knelt before him, still deeply immersed in the illusion of the Holy Lord. Other new followers, however, seemed hesitant, unaware of what was happening.

Looking at those fanatical believers, Han Chuanyou felt that they were hopeless.

There are only two kinds of people who can join such a church and believe in its so-called doctrines.

One type is the accomplice who is completely brainwashed and leads others down a path of no return; the other type is the pathetic wretch who knows it's a scam but willingly succumbs, numbing himself with false faith.

Neither of these situations can be woken up by a few shouts.

Shuhei Ohno felt he had to take action. Regardless of whether the other party was the Grim Reaper who had been making headlines these past few days, the moment he appeared, even if he was, he had to be not.

He shouted loudly, pointing his staff directly at Han Chuanyou.

"He's not Death! He's a troublemaker interfering with the Holy Lord's grand undertaking! Where are the protectors? Seize him!"