Transformed into the leader of an esoteric sect in Japan

The Pleasure Seekers seemed to be the long-lived class within the Blood Cup Order mentioned in the game settings she knew from her previous life. The Blood Cup Order did not have much influence in Japan. This order was the mortal enemy of the Gourmet Association composed of ghouls, and the members of the order preferred to call themselves "blood descendants".

Remember Adela said she came from the "Ligeia Society"? Kurosawa Shizuki had never heard of this organization before, but a society with members of the immortal class involved could not possibly be just a simple dance club.

Does this mean she'll need to leave Japan specifically to complete this side quest? Kurosawa Shizuki shook off these chaotic thoughts. Forget it, she should deal with the immediate crisis first before considering long-term matters. The threat from the Gods' Generation and the dangers lurking around the original owner are still imminent.

"Alright, alright everyone, that's all for today's movie screening," Ando Chinatsu said, seemingly unimpressed by Akagi's explanation. She turned off the video recorder and handed the tape back to Akagi. "Today's movie experience was more surprises than horrors. It's nothing special, so-called classic in film history. I don't care how that woman peeled off her skin. With modern special effects technology, it's easy to create any kind of horrifying scene."

"Sigh, the minister is indeed the minister, with absolutely no appreciation for literature and art, a single-celled organism whose flesh has all grown to its chest. This is the finest treasure of Mo Lan Bookstore, I begged Manager Chen for a long time to borrow it from her, what a waste of a gem~" Akagi shook his head, looking disappointed that the child was beyond redemption.

"Don't you dare insult the president's dignity!" Ando gave Akagi a sharp rap on the head without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I got carried away!" Akagi looked pitiful, clutching his head and wincing in pain, on the verge of tears.

"Next, we'll announce the next club activity. It's Friday, and we need to meet at the school gate at 4 PM. Suzuki-senpai's butler will take us to the legendary Cursed Paradise for a ghost-hunting activity!" Ando Chinatsu's tone was as if she were saying we were going to eat ramen for our next meal.

"Please look forward to it! I'll make sure everything is ready!" Suzuki waved his little fist, looking very enthusiastic.

"Yay! A ghost hunting activity! It sounds so exciting!" Akagi cheered, raising her hands and flashing a cute peace sign at her teammates, as if showing off her bracelet. "Speaking of which, I'm a medium who does it out of hobby, so I'm sure I'll have a chance to communicate with real vengeful spirits at Cursed Paradise this time!"

Medium...why don't you try communicating with this videotape first? Kurosawa Shizuki couldn't stand Akagi's reliability.

Kurosawa Shizuki rolled her eyes. What kind of club did I join?! Why does it feel like everyone except me is completely abnormal? Aren't you all obviously courting death? Doesn't any of you realize how dangerous things might happen in Cursed Paradise?

"Don't worry about encountering danger at the Cursed Paradise," Ando said with a grin, patting Kurosawa Shizuki on the shoulder. "Our vice president, Kurosawa, is a legendary psychic! I've personally witnessed her superpowers; any vengeful spirit that encounters her will be utterly destroyed!"

Huh? Kurosawa Shizuki was completely dumbfounded. How come I didn't know I was a psychic? Seriously, do psychics really exist in this world?

Could it be that the original editor-in-chief came out to fool Ando?

"A competition between psychics and mediums, hmph," Akagi looked at Kurosawa Shizuki with fervent passion, "Kurosawa-kun, I won't admit defeat!"

I don't want to compete with you either!

"I'm really looking forward to it! Kurosawa-senpai's psychic abilities and all that, it sounds really interesting." Suzuki-senpai squinted her eyes, her smile becoming even more foxy.

The "spiritual ability" to eat living people is indeed quite interesting, isn't it?

"Kurosawa, both Senpai and Akagi have said they'll definitely come. You're not going to stand us up, are you?" Ando smiled very kindly at Kurosawa.

"Hahaha, how could that be! Club president! I'm also a member of the Sneaky Club! Of course I'd participate in such an interesting club activity without hesitation!" Kurosawa Shizuki's smile was forced.

If this club continues to be this weird, she really should consider leaving it sooner rather than later! This is no place for normal people!

P.S. In this book, I'm planning to have Theresa from Red Death, Belga from Miss Hunter, and Yuan Xi from Zero Death make cameo appearances as Easter eggs. This can be considered part of our mirror universe.

Section 46 Chapter Forty-Six: Are We Finally Going to Establish Contact with the Organization?

After the club activity ended, foodie Ando suggested that everyone go eat some crepes, but only the animal-like Akagi responded.

"I'm sorry, Ando-senpai, I have some social events I have to attend. You know, some tedious but necessary social engagements," Suzuki said softly, but her voice carried an undeniable authority.

"I still need to go to Don Quixote to buy groceries. I have a younger sister waiting for me to cook for her at home. I can't let her go hungry." Kurosawa Shizuki shrugged. She wasn't lying. She had quite a few Nightmare Points now, and she did plan to spend a few hundred points to exchange for a cooking skill, buy some ingredients, and cook something delicious for her sister. She still felt a little sorry for her sister who was constantly hungry.

"Alright, alright, it seems our club still lacks cohesion," Ando said, looking a little disappointed. He patted Akagi's head, and Akagi didn't seem to mind. Instead, he squinted his eyes comfortably like a little animal. "Only cute Akagi can bring a little comfort to my disappointed heart."

"I like the president the most too! Hug!" Akagi giggled and hugged Ando's waist.

Kurosawa felt that Suzuki's gaze towards Akagi seemed a bit...disgusted?

"See you tomorrow then," Ando waved.

"Goodbye, Kurosawa-san and Suzuki-senpai." Akagi hurriedly bowed to Kurosawa Shizuki and Suzuki, then jogged to catch up with Ando Chinatsu.

Then, Kurosawa Shizuki and Suzuki walked out of the activity room one after the other.

"Kurosawa-kun, do you have any plans for the future?" Suzuki asked casually.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to prepare a meal for my sister..." Kurosawa Shizuki replied, puzzled.

“Strange,” Suzuki glanced at Kurosawa intently, “So, an unexpected change has occurred after all? Oh well…”

She brushed past Shizuki Kurosawa, put on a sun hat, and left with a nonsensical remark: "Don't forget to check your text messages."

Are all the women in the Anti-Suppression Bureau this inexplicable? Watching Suzuki's departing figure, Kurosawa Shizuki's mind was filled with thoughts. Could it be that she was going to contact her on behalf of the Anti-Suppression Bureau?

Putting everything else aside for now, Kurosawa Shizuki headed towards the restroom. She needed to contact the Black Sun Cult members. Tomorrow, they would be investigating the Shedding Clothes Club. As the nominal leader of the secret cult, she couldn't afford to waste the Black Sun Cult's resources and go it alone against the Covenant Gods Society.

Standing between the men's and women's restrooms, she hesitated for only a moment before walking into the women's restroom. Her current appearance would be very troubling for the men in the men's restroom, so she shouldn't deceive herself.

In the innermost stall of the restroom, dial Nakamura Yukise's cell phone. As Kurosawa Shizuki's direct subordinate, Nakamura Yukise holds a position equivalent to Kurosawa Shizuki's personal secretary. She can be contacted directly for anything, big or small. She also has confidential channels for directly contacting and accessing resources from various departments of the Black Sun Cult. According to Kurosawa Shizuki's impression, this person should be the most loyal to her, or rather, loyal to the original owner, within the Black Sun Cult.

After a long time on the phone, Nakamura Yukise on the other end finally answered in a flustered manner:

"Hoo, Holy... Holy Maiden, is there, is there something wrong?" Strange, why is she panting? Did she just do some strenuous exercise? She sounds very tired.

"Yukise-chan, could you drive to the school gate to pick me up after school tomorrow?" Kurosawa Shizuki said. "I have to go to the intelligence department's base tomorrow; I have a special mission to be assigned to me."

"Ugh, I know! Saintess! Tomorrow I, I... Ugh, teacher, stop messing around, I'm talking about serious business! Pull it out!" Suddenly, Nakamura Yukase's panting, friction sounds, and a man's voice rang out from the other end, making one blush and unable to help but have bad thoughts.

"Um... Yukise, is it convenient for you to answer the phone? Or should I call back later?" Kurosawa Shizuki asked somewhat awkwardly. There was too much information to cover, and it was all very explicit.

“It’s alright, Saintess, um…” Nakamura Yukise said shyly, “I’m with my teacher, Professor Nishizawa. Professor Nishizawa is my mentor. He is also an Invisible One of the Order. He can be trusted.”

As she spoke, Kurosawa Shizuki heard a strange voice from the other end of the phone, shouting, "Praise be to Saintess Kurosawa! Saintess Kurosawa is the best! The best!"

Kurosawa Shizuki imagined thousands of words about a teacher-student romance, but still suppressed her gossipy feelings: "Um, Yukise, even though you're a university student now, wouldn't it be better to be more restrained? Besides, it's only four or five in the afternoon, and you two are already so... inseparable. As a teacher and student, it's too much of a concern and has a bad influence."

“Saintess Kurosawa, you’re right!” Nakamura Yukise earnestly expressed her agreement.

Then Nakamura's low voice came from the other end of the phone: "Teacher, go down! We should keep our distance during the day. If someone sees us... it's too dangerous."

Then came a "ouch" sound, followed by the dull thud of something being kicked and falling to the ground.

"Saintess Kurosawa, now we can get down to business."

“Nothing special,” the Saintess Kurosawa said somewhat awkwardly, “It’s just that… I need you to drive me to the intelligence department after school tomorrow, to that Kurosaki Jubei’s place. I have some things to discuss with the head of the intelligence department.”

“I understand, Kurosaki-sama, right? It’s about a forty-minute drive from your school to his Parthia Bar. I’ll be waiting for you at your school gate early.” Nakamura Yukise’s answer was straightforward, which made Kurosawa Shizuki think she was quite reliable. Apart from the issue of the teacher-student relationship, she hadn’t realized that Yukise was so secretly passionate.

"Furthermore... Yukise, I suspect there's a mole within our organization, either from the Anti-Suppression Bureau or some other secret cult." Kurosawa Shizuki said, trying to be as frightening as possible.

“I understand—how is that possible?! All believers are supposed to undergo a burning ritual baptism after joining the religion! Anyone with malicious intentions will be burned to death!” Nakamura Yukise was shocked.

"Our so-called burning ritual doesn't seem very reliable," Kurosawa Shizuki thought to herself. "Even the biggest mole has become the boss, and no one can find out."

“Yukise-chan, don’t be superstitious about the cult’s rituals. As far as I know, there are more than a dozen special methods that can be used to deceive the baptismal process of lower-level believers.” In fact, Kurosawa Shizuki didn’t know any of these methods; she was just making things up. “What I want to emphasize to you is that, apart from you and a few people who absolutely need to know, it’s best not to let anyone else know my whereabouts and identity.”

"Until I find out the truth, we must remain cautiously suspicious of most people in the cult."

"I understand! Holy Maiden! I will keep your instructions in mind! I will never trust anyone other than the Holy Maiden again!" Yukise suddenly became agitated again, and Kurosawa Shizuki felt that she was almost crying through the phone. Was it really necessary?

"Okay, your attitude is commendable. Keep up the good work, and you won't be treated unfairly in the future." Kurosawa Shizuki smiled and comforted Nakamura Yukise for a long time, and only after listening to her repeatedly swear her loyalty did she hang up the phone.

After leaving the restroom, Kurosawa Shizuki walked along, pondering her next move. The Anti-Corruption Bureau, the Black Sun Cult, the Generation of Gods, the Purifiers, the Great Enemy, Adela, the Apostles… strange names surged and vanished in her mind. In the two days since her transmigration, the more she learned, the more awe she felt for this world. Every step she took from here on out of the ordinary had to be fraught with danger. A single misstep could turn her into the next incarnation. After she disappeared, would other “otherworldly visitors” take over this body? She dared not think about it, nor did she need to. In any case, those matters were completely irrelevant to her now.

She hadn't walked more than a few steps when her phone vibrated again. Looking down, she saw a text message from the mysterious, unknown number "141" that she hadn't dared to dial before. She had already suspected that this number was the original owner's channel for contacting the anti-suppression bureau...

Open your phone and check the text message content:

"Ten minutes later, Canaan Coffee Shop, seat number 18, mission report. Outsourced operator, you've been operating alone for two months. No absences are permitted, or the organization will implement the purge agreement against traitors."

Suzuki's parting words immediately echoed in her ears. So she really was from the Anti-Suppression Bureau? It seems that during the time the original owner lost her memory, the Anti-Suppression Bureau was also quite annoyed with her. The threatening meaning in the text message couldn't be clearer.

Kurosawa Shizuki took a deep breath, suppressing her wildly beating heart and calming her excited emotions. Was she finally going to re-establish contact with the organization? She gave a wry smile. She had absolutely no confidence in herself. With her limited shrewdness, she would probably be easily exposed in front of the professional teams of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

Should she go meet with the anti-suppression bureau? It all seems like a trap.

P.S., sigh, I've completely failed. The big names from the same period have easily earned tens of thousands, while I've only managed 3000, which is even worse than my previous books.

After summarizing the problems, besides the author's extremely bad character, it's probably also because the book's pacing is too slow. The 100,000-word plot hasn't even officially unfolded yet, so the pace needs to be sped up.

Section 47 Chapter Forty-Seven: You are not Kurosawa Shizuki!

The coffee shop directly opposite Yanshan High School is very eye-catching. The Canaan sign is flashing with neon lights. It seems to be very lively after school, with most of the seats already occupied.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally made up her mind and went inside. Kurosawa Shizuki knew that she had nowhere to escape. Being in Heijing, she would have to face the Anti-Suppression Bureau sooner or later, and the Anti-Suppression Bureau's influence in the city was omnipresent.

According to the text message, if she doesn't go to the meeting this time, the anti-crime bureau will probably come looking for her next time.

The electric sensor door slid open automatically, and Kurosawa Shizuki walked into the Canaan Cafe. This cafe, named after the "Promised Land," was indeed exquisitely decorated, with a delicate Western European classical palace style and columns that had the feel of a Greek temple.

"Kurosawa, it's been a long time," the coffee shop manager clearly recognized Kurosawa Shizuki. He was a tall, thin foreigner with blond hair, who looked like a hunched bear in his uniform, but spoke fluent Japanese. "Suzuki is waiting for you inside, go on."

Kurosawa Shizuki nodded to the shop manager and walked deeper into the coffee shop. Finally, in the darkest corner, at seat number 18, she found Suzuki Machiko holding a cup of coffee.

"Kurosawa-kun, you finally didn't arrive late today. Come sit down, stop daydreaming." Suzuki looked at her with amusement. Suzuki was still wearing her sun hat, and over her school uniform skirt, she wore a brown jacket, making her look quite low-key.

Suzuki was casually stirring her strong coffee with a small wooden stick, pouring in handfuls of sugar. Did she really like sweets that much?

Kurosawa Shizuki sat opposite Suzuki, feeling uneasy and nervously looking around, as if everyone in the coffee shop was watching her.

"Kurosawa, why aren't you saying anything? You look very nervous. Just relax a bit," Suzuki said with a grin, his narrow eyes squinting. "We just want to start a relaxed conversation."

"Here, this is for you. You used to love this drink the most." Suzuki pushed a honey latte towards Kurosawa Shizuki. Kurosawa Shizuki thanked him, took the latte, but had no interest in drinking it at all.

"Suzuki-senpai, um... what are we going to talk about next?" Kurosawa Shizuki's mind seemed to be a little short-circuited. After entering the cafe, she sensed that the atmosphere was very strange. Even though Suzuki was smiling the whole time, she could always feel a faint killing intent. Suzuki was observing her, which even made her feel like she had no secrets.

"Speaking of which, Kurosawa, have you finished reading that book I lent you, 'Night Wanderings'?" Suzuki asked casually.

"What—" Kurosawa Shizuki was stunned. She hadn't found any copy of "Night Wanderings" in the original owner's house. "I'm sorry, Suzuki-senpai, I haven't had time to read that book yet..."

"Is that so? Then do you still remember the phone booth incident?" Kurosawa Shizuki knew this wasn't her imagination; Suzuki's gaze grew increasingly cold.

"I'm sorry, I've been in a lot of trouble lately, and I've forgotten a lot of things..." Kurosawa Shizuki had no choice but to bite the bullet and just tell the truth. Even if she was slow to understand, she could tell that what Suzuki had just said was obviously some kind of secret code.

"Forgot? Or are you unwilling to remember?" Suzuki put down the wooden stick used to stir his coffee and sneered. "Then at least you should still remember the answer to this question, right? Are you a bird or a worm?"

"I don't understand what you mean..." Kurosawa Shizuki shook her head blankly. She had never heard of this word before. How could she answer this question? She wasn't the original owner of this body.

"You're not Kurosawa Shizuki at all, who are you?" Suzuki swiftly reached into her jacket, pulling out a black, pistol-shaped mechanical weapon with its muzzle pointed directly at Kurosawa Shizuki's chest.

Kurosawa Shizuki was astonished to see the strange gun flashing a dark blue indicator light, beginning to deform and extend, flowing with a strange mercury-like light. The forked pistol was shaped like a deformed, bizarre pair of scissors, and the dark muzzle resembled the eye of death.

It was a strange gun, yet it gave Kurosawa Shizuki a piercing, stabbing sensation. She realized that the bullets fired from it also contained the blade-like power used by ancient assassins to ensure a fatal blow. Had the technology of this world advanced to this level? Kurosawa Shizuki felt that this gun seemed to combine strange black technology with the power of intangible arts. Perhaps she would see even more bizarre creations in the future?

Suzuki's left hand was pressed against the bandage on her forehead, as if she was ready to remove it at any moment. She used the bandage to bind the door shut, and the wound would allow the secret power to burst forth.

The killing intent in Suzuki's eyes was as sharp as a drawn blade.

Kurosawa Shizuki didn't move, because her intuition told her that although the gun wouldn't kill her, being hit would still cause very troublesome consequences. Before she was completely sure that Suzuki was an enemy, she had better not act rashly against him.