Transformed into the leader of an esoteric sect in Japan

Why would the Apostles spare her? Could it be related to the original owner's suicide? Did she kill herself first to prevent the Apostles from devouring her, thus preventing the Apostles from successfully transforming? Yet, in the system's panel, she is still undoubtedly the "Chosen One."

"Judging from your expression, you seem to know something?" Suzuki's insightful gaze fell upon Kurosawa Shizuki.

"Tamanohira Park this morning..." Kurosawa Shizuki hesitated for a moment before finally saying it, though it was probably too late now.

"I never imagined you'd actually passed through there. It's a pity you had already lost your memory back then. If you had notified the Anti-Suppression Bureau in time..." Suzuki sighed helplessly.

"Sister Livia, a member of the Franciscan Order of Pingjing, was found dead in the park today. Her manner of death is the same as that of the other Chosen Ones who were devoured. She is the fourth Chosen One to be devoured. According to the testimony of her grey-robed brother, she has claimed more than once in the past two weeks that she has seen a 'god' with moth wings in her dreams. She believes that the god will soon come to her to guide her to the real universe. She was imprisoned for spreading heretical ideas, and today she indeed encountered the apostle."

"Only three left..." Kurosawa Shizuki felt a chill run down her spine. She was one of the three. It seemed that she had to put aside all other tasks for now. She was now facing the most critical situation: an immortal being who seemed to be the incarnation of a god was about to come and hunt her down!

She stared at Suzuki Machiko for a long time, hesitant to speak. Should she tell Suzuki the truth? Could she really tell Suzuki her identity as a Chosen One? Rather than providing her with protection, the Anti-Corruption Bureau was more likely to hunt her down as a precaution. After all, the Anti-Corruption Bureau agent who was accidentally discovered to be a Chosen One was killed without hesitation by his own people.

[Main Quest Released: Slay the Night of the Gods, defeat the Apostle of Mist Spring, Twilight, or prevent Mist Spring's descent! Rewards: 15000 Nightmare Points, Orange Skill: Red Flesh Body of the Dao, Secret Technique: Centipede's Testimony VIII, Increased Reputation in the Entire Pingjing, Black Spirit Body Growth Rate 25%.]

P.S., the main storyline of Volume 1 is finally out! I had already planned the part about killing Kirie in the final chapter of this volume before I even started writing it. I intended to refer to the battle against Tiamat in FGO.

py, let's continue recommending books~

What's it like to transform into an ancient god?

Ancient spiritual energy once again swept across the land, gods and demons sealed in history revived, and ancient cultivation techniques regained their vitality.

Three months after the spiritual energy revival, the Heavenly Dragon Ancient God revived, plunging half the world into a vast ocean. Five months later, a second ancient god revived, plunging half the world into a cataclysmic thunderstorm. Seven months later…

Having successfully stolen the core of an ancient god and become one himself, Su Chen unexpectedly returned to the time before the Great Cataclysm.

To prevent a recurrence of tragedy and ensure continued peaceful development, Su Chen had no choice but to step forward and lead the Great Xia Kingdom through this crisis in this era of impending catastrophe.

just

Su Chen looked at his own appearance and sighed, "Why did I turn into a girl...?"

Chapter 52, Section 52: Is this the treatment the Anti-Suppression Bureau receives? (Refresh if there's a formatting error)

Just as Kurosawa Shizuki was becoming increasingly uneasy because of Suzuki's words, another main quest was issued. Holy crap, this time they're giving her an orange skill and another level eight secret technique! The system is being so generous; this quest must be incredibly difficult, right? She's only been in this world for a few days, and they want her to defeat an evil god?! The system is really overestimating me!

The eighth-level secret transmission is undoubtedly a transmission at the level of an immortal. If she could truly obtain an eighth-level secret transmission, even if it wasn't one that matched her current compatibility, it would still give Kurosawa Shizuki a chance to seize half of an immortal's status. In any case, Kurosawa Shizuki probably had to complete this task. If she failed, and Kirie Izumi truly descended into the world, what awaited her as a chosen one would surely be an utterly annihilated fate.

"Finally, there's the matter of Ando," Suzuki said, his voice trembling with fatigue after the long conversation.

"This is a long-term observation project, and it's not a top priority right now, so there's no need to go into detail this time. You just need to know that we should not go against Ando's will, and we should try our best to please her, satisfy her, and guide her in various ways. We might be able to gain a lot of unexpected benefits from her. Ando is currently in a stable state, so there's no need to worry too much. We can discuss Ando's problem slowly after we deal with Kirieko."

Kurosawa Shizuki wasn't in the mood to think about Ando anymore. Come to think of it, with such a huge threat as the Apostle, did she really have the leisure to accompany Ando to some Cursed Paradise to play house?

"The only thing to remember is that if you see a white 'light' on Ando, ​​or notice that Ando is experiencing very intense emotional fluctuations, report it to the Anti-Suppression Bureau immediately, no matter when or where. There may be a crisis no less serious than the arrival of Kirieko."

Hey, how many more time bombs like this are there in Heijing? Ando, ​​identified by the system as a "diary author," is actually in this dangerous situation? Sure enough, anyone with an orange name can't be a pushover, right?

"Do you have any more questions?" Suzuki asked, sounding a little impatient.

"That's all. Thank you for your guidance, Suzuki-senpai. I understand my mission now." Kurosawa Shizuki abandoned the idea of ​​revealing her identity as a Chosen One to Suzuki. To entrust her life to the Anti-Suppression Bureau would be tantamount to suicide. If she were a high-ranking member of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, she would probably not hesitate to mobilize resources to eliminate any Chosen One whose identity has been exposed, just in case.

"Finally finished, I'm exhausted. As a member of the Anti-Extermination Bureau, you certainly won't just have to put in the effort without any reward. In various operations, the Anti-Extermination Bureau can also provide you with a lot of convenience and benefits." Suzuki had already finished all the snacks on the table. Even though the threat from Kirie was so great that it was imminent, she could still calmly eat snacks. Her mental fortitude was indeed very strong.

"To maintain confidentiality, we will not engage in such contact again unless absolutely necessary. We have generated a new authorization code for you and sent it to you via text message. Please remember to save it."

Kurosawa Shizuki's phone vibrated. She looked down and saw that it was indeed an authorization code consisting of fourteen letters and numbers, similar to the authorization code that Kurosawa Ai had given her on the phone before.

"When you need to contact the organization in the future, find a secluded place, dial the contact number 7 saved in your phone, and give this authorization code. Then you can contact the organization. Press 1 to connect to the intelligence department to report the intelligence you have collected; press 2 to mobilize the organization's cleanup personnel to help you clean up various scenes and handle the aftermath; press 3 to urgently call upon the Anti-Extermination Bureau's agents for combat support..." Sure enough, the two unknown numbers in the phone at the beginning were both related to the Anti-Extermination Bureau. Number 7 directly contacted the organization, and number 141 contacted Suzuki.

This authorization code could trigger over a dozen useful functions, including searching databases, fabricating identities, applying for supernatural items, and even directly requesting shelter from the Anti-Extermination Bureau in emergencies. Kurosawa Shizuki was somewhat tempted, but then dismissed the idea. The Anti-Extermination Bureau's so-called shelters were certainly well-hidden for ordinary people and cultists, but in the face of an Apostle, they were probably meaningless.

"When you don't have a cell phone, you can contact the anti-smuggling bureau from this phone booth. Just give them the authorization code and you can contact your direct supervisor." Suzuki then gave Kurosawa Shizuki the address of a phone booth, which seemed to be near the school.

"As the special agent monitoring you and Ando, ​​I am your direct superior. You need to give me a work report once a month, and I will contact you at the time and place. If you are in a dangerous situation and unable to report, it is best to notify me in advance, also through number 7. If you lose contact for an extended period of time this time, we may directly activate the purge protocol."

“In addition,” she handed Kurosawa Shizuki a new bank card, “your old card has been deactivated. We’ve applied for a new card for you, and all your savings have been transferred to the new card. You’ll receive 200 million yen a month as activity funds, which will be considered your salary. The bank card PIN has also been sent to your phone via SMS.”

"Including your original savings, there's at least 5000 million yen in your account. The members of the Anti-Smuggling Bureau certainly aren't short of money," Suzuki said calmly, as if discussing a number, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Of course, if you want more, feel free to embezzle as much of the Black Sun Cult's operating funds as you like~"

"By the way, your heir is still Ai Kurosawa, there's no need to change that, right?" Suzuki asked casually.

"The inheritance... well, of course, it doesn't need to be changed." Kurosawa Shizuki sighed softly. For this body, love was the only family she had left in this world. Who else could her sister's "inheritance" be given to besides her?

Hopefully, this property will never become an "inheritance".

5000 million yen… For Lu Jingxi in her previous life, this might have been a fortune that would have taken a lifetime of hard work to acquire. But now, holding it in her hands, it felt utterly unreal. After all, in this mysterious realm of the world, worldly money was probably just a negligible amount. Moreover, judging from the original owner's savings, she probably did make a lot of money in the Black Sun Cult. However, considering the current scale of the Black Sun Cult's development, this amount of money was probably just a drop in the ocean for the entire cult.

Is this what it feels like to have an organization to rely on? Two million yen a month—many people in Japan couldn't earn that much even after a lifetime of hard work! The Anti-Corruption Bureau is certainly generous to its operators. But then again, with so much money, how many operators will live to retirement without any major disasters to enjoy it? Most of it will probably end up as pensions for their families…

Regardless, she probably won't lack money for a long time to come, which is ultimately a good thing. Even if she didn't survive the battle against Kirie, the remaining money should be enough for her sister to live a happy life, right? Kurosawa Shizuki's mood, which had suddenly plummeted because of the news about Kirie, finally improved a little.

"Finally, and most importantly, is the contract that Uncle Chaiqi signed with you on behalf of the Anti-Suppression Bureau—as long as you remain an unofficial agent of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, Uncle Chaiqi will continue to modify the history of your and Ai's destiny. Even your enemies will not be able to divine your existence through the time stolen from you in this layer of history... unless your enemies are willing to make a contract with the secret history gods and carry out divination across history."

"I've heard Ai mention this before. Speaking of which... would our great enemy really go so far as to hunt us down across history?" Kurosawa Shizuki did indeed remember that the great enemy was the fundamental reason why the original owner established cooperation with the Anti-Extermination Bureau. The original owner must have felt like she hadn't lived long enough to actively throw herself into such a dangerous cause.

“At least for now, this is a losing proposition for the enemy. The reason He can still walk relatively freely among the gods and harvest time is because the god He serves, the one who controls death and dwelling paths, Xin Dan, is attached to Him. If He were to try to trade with other gods who can transcend history, Xin Dan would see it as a betrayal, which could lead to Him losing Xin Dan's favor and forever losing the authority to control the Book of Ashes.” Suzuki shook his head.

Kurosawa Shizuki heard something even more troubling—her greatest enemy actually had a deity "favoring" her? Even if she did defeat her enemy, wouldn't she still provoke this unheard-of "Xin Dan"?

"However, the modification of the life source is not foolproof. There is one thing you must remember—never reveal your true name to anyone. Once you re-acknowledge your true name, the modification of the life source will be meaningless, and your great enemy can easily trace back your timeline." Suzuki added somewhat listlessly at the end.

"Wait, revealing my real name... My current name isn't my real name?" Kurosawa Shizuki looked bewildered; she had heard far too much strange knowledge from Suzuki today.

“Of course not. How could ‘Kurosawa Shizuki’ be her real name, since she’s a fabricated historical figure created after her life source was altered…” Suzuki rolled her eyes. She probably hadn’t expected that Kurosawa Shizuki could “forget” something like this.

"Then what is my real name?!" If I'm not called Kurosawa Shizuki, then who am I?

“How would I know? If you were to tell me your real name so easily, you would probably have become the enemy’s ‘trophy’ long ago…” Suzuki said with a wry smile. “But it’s good, since you don’t even remember your real name, there’s probably no chance of it being exposed.”

Kurosawa Shizuki never expected to have such important information that she had never heard of before. Perhaps she could ask Ai when she got back. As her only family member, Kurosawa Ai should know her real name, right?

P.S. Thank you yuri哒 for the 10000 reward, I'm so touched~ There will be extra chapters, but let's wait for the book to be published. I'm currently saving up chapters for the book's release.

PS2, by the way, the Six-Finger Qin Demon Shang Lianqing and Taibai Jinxing are simply angels. You can see them everywhere, one eating a spicy snack and the other a razor blade. You two should get married soon, lol.

py, a book by a master who reached his peak right from the start, combining Dragon Raja and Type-Moon themes, with unlimited potential~

I, Chu Zihang, am not King Arthur.

My name is Chu Zihang. I studied Alchemy and Dragon Slaying at Kassel College. I am unmarried.

He works at the Nordic branch of Kassel College and has to kill eight Deadpools every day before going home.

I don't smoke, and I only drink in moderation.

I write to my mother every day, telling her about my ordinary daily life.

Before going to bed, I always drink a glass of warm milk, and then fall into a deep sleep as soon as I get into bed, getting a full eight hours of sleep. I never leave stress and fatigue for the next day, and everyone in the equipment department says I'm perfectly normal.

So, Mr. Kiritsugu, I am really not King Arthur.

Section 53 Chapter Fifty-Three: Never Leaving

That evening, at the Kurosawa residence.

"I'm home!" When Kurosawa Ai returned home, she smelled an enticing aroma. She sniffed and recognized it as the smell of top-quality beef!

Following the aroma, Kurosawa Ai stumbled over, leaning on her cane, almost falling. Just before reaching the kitchen, she finally saw that familiar figure again—for the first time in months! Her sister! She'd actually started cooking again for the first time ever! Had her sister finally recovered?

"Ai, welcome back. Wait a little longer, I'll cook for you today." Kurosawa Shizuki didn't turn her head, she was preparing ingredients, practicing her Kyoto-ryu hand knife skills while cooking, slicing off pieces of snow-white beef with her bare hands.

"Sister, I'll help too!" Ai walked happily behind Kurosawa Shizuki, stood on tiptoe, pressed her whole body against the cane, and leaned her little head in. Is this another new formless technique? It looks like a blade form, and it can actually cut meat with bare hands? Amazing!

"No need, I'm almost done. You can stay in the living room and watch TV!" Kurosawa Shizuki pressed down on Kurosawa Ai's head and gently pushed her out of the kitchen. Ai stumbled backward, but luckily she caught herself with her cane in time to avoid falling.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't notice—" Wearing an apron, Kurosawa Shizuki turned around, walked towards Ai with concern, and supported her slender body, "You didn't fall, did you?"

My body is already weak enough, but my love life seems even worse. If this continues, I'm sure I'll suffer from stunted growth!

"It's okay, sister, but what are we going to eat today?" Kurosawa Ai blinked her bright eyes, feeling so happy. Her sister had just woken up, and she had been able to eat delicious food for two days in a row!

"Sukiyaki, I think that's what we call it here..." Kurosawa Shizuki said uncertainly, then suddenly turned around and ran into the kitchen in a panic: "Ah, the water's boiling!"

"Big sister, good luck! This is the first time you've been willing to make hot pot for me, I'm really looking forward to it!" Ai didn't go back into the kitchen, but leaned on her cane and watched Kurosawa Shizuki's back with her bright eyes.

However, without warning, the effects of the premonition came suddenly. Kurosawa Ai felt a sharp pain in her head, and the veins around her eyes became prominent. Ai's pupils turned pale gold.

She heard the cries of countless birds, and in a daze, she saw flocks of birds soaring in the mist and the shadows of worms being pecked at. Strange illusions came one after another. She saw her sister running alone in a terrifying forest made of flesh and blood, her face filled with fear. Countless creatures with glowing wings, black jade scales, and eyes like jewels surrounded her, howling in the language of wolves and stamping their feet in rhythm with their heartbeats...

Her face suddenly darkened. Once again, she saw the pale shadow of the shelled creatures behind her sister—a race completely vanished from known history, an image of death. The last time she saw such a premonition was on the eve of her father's impending attack; she saw the shelled creatures cheering as they devoured Kurosawa City. What level of crisis was her sister facing this time?

Ai's initially cheerful mood instantly plummeted. Sister, have you really not changed after all? Even with this level of threat, are you still prepared to face it all alone?

Was the reason you cooked for me so meticulously just to leave me with a beautiful memory at the end?

Mom, Dad, and Sister—is it true that love can only watch your backs as you gradually fade into the distance? Or is there nothing that can be changed, nothing that can be done?

Indeed, I must also master true power, even if it's the wrong kind of power...

Kurosawa Ai lowered her head, silently turned on the TV, and sat back down on the sofa in the living room. The noise and commotion of the reality show on TV drowned out her very soft sobs.

Love wants to see more...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This was the first time Kurosawa Shizuki had seriously cooked alone. It was late at night, three days before the arrival of the evil god. Ha, she felt a strange sense of composure, like she was about to start a party before the end of the world. Kurosawa Shizuki laughed self-deprecatingly.

If I really do live to see the so-called "end of the world" a year from now, I hope that before the end of the world, I'll have the chance to cook one last super feast with my loved ones.

The milky white broth in the pot bubbled continuously, emitting a rich aroma. Kurosawa Shizuki confirmed that the sauce had cooked through at the bottom of the pot, then cracked two eggs, added a little cooking wine, and stirred it into raw egg mixture. Somewhat clumsily, she poured the raw egg mixture into the pot. A few drops of boiling water splashed onto her wrist, but due to her non-flaming nature, she felt nothing at all. She had tried it before, and even putting her hand into flames would not cause any injury.

Finally, she carefully tossed a small piece of beef fat into the pot. Kurosawa Shizuki watched as the fat slowly melted in the pot, feeling deeply moved. This was indeed a very troublesome task. In her previous life, when her parents made hot pot, Lu Jingxi could only wait by with drooling eyes. Now that she was making it herself, she realized how hard her parents had worked to develop such culinary skills.

After saying goodbye to Suzuki, I already had money, so there was no need to save money in a place like this.

She went to the supermarket immediately and picked out a large amount of ingredients such as beef, lamb, pork tenderloin, scallions, kelp, shiitake mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, and konjac. She also bought various sauces, eggs, and a small bottle of juice. In her previous life, Kurosawa Shizuki had also made homemade hot pot with her parents. This time, she simply spent over two hundred Nightmare Points to exchange for a family cooking skill and then spent another five hundred points to upgrade it to the proficient level.

In any case, she doesn't need many other skills at the moment. Two or three thousand Nightmare Points to exchange for a few blue or green entry-level skills or items probably won't give her much of an advantage when facing Apostles in the near future. So, as her sister said before, even if tomorrow is the end of the world, at least live today well first.

It seems that only by actually completing several main or side quests will one accumulate enough Nightmare Points to directly improve their strength.

If she truly only has the chance to spend less than five days with Ai Kurosawa, Shizuki Kurosawa hopes that during those five days she can at least leave Ai with a beautiful memory. She hopes that the last version of herself in Ai's memory shouldn't be a desperate person on the verge of collapse in the face of crisis, but rather a gentle and beautiful older sister. If she is truly devoured by the Angel, leaving not even a complete body, then probably no new visitor from another world will have the opportunity to take over this body.

Kurosawa Shizuki wanted to at least cook a sukiyaki for this "little sister" she had just met. Based on her memory of yesterday's yakitori restaurant, this little sister seemed to really like meat, and a Japanese beef hot pot would make Ai very happy.

After redeeming the skill level home cooking, Kurosawa Shizuki naturally mastered all sorts of Japanese cooking methods, routines, and habits. She could easily make delicious food as skillfully as a housewife who had studied cooking for nearly ten years. Although she still couldn't compare to professional restaurants, her food was already quite good for a home-style meal.

After the beef fat finally melted and absorbed the flavor, Kurosawa Shizuki used her left hand in the Kyoto-ryu style to cut the white scallions into sections, tossing handfuls of scallion segments into the pot. Using the Kyoto-ryu style to cut vegetables like this meant there was no need to prepare a kitchen knife. The founder of the Kyoto-ryu style probably never imagined that it could be used like this. After cutting meat and scallions for a while, she was pleasantly surprised to find that her Kyoto-ryu proficiency was slowly increasing. So swordsmanship can be practiced through cooking?