Transformed into the leader of an esoteric sect in Japan

Further away, the thick clouds, if observed closely, appear to be the color of congealed blood. Although they are clearly clouds in the sky, they inexplicably make Kurosawa Shizuki wonder if they are a ferocious beast floating in the sky.

Whether the typhoon was an unusual phenomenon caused by the interaction between heaven and earth before Kirie's arrival, or it was just an excuse used by the Anti-Drug Bureau to disperse ordinary people seeking refuge, Kurosawa Shizuki didn't find it strange.

The only thing that puzzled Kurosawa Shizuki was why the Anti-Evil Bureau only notified citizens to stay at home instead of immediately evacuating the people of Heijing in the face of the evil god's arrival two days later.

If the situation with Kirie gets out of control, the millions of people in Heijing will likely die like flies as sacrifices before the evil god...

The arrival of the Fog Spring requires the help of a large number of ordinary people in Pingjing who have taken the Bond Pill to awaken the dormant Purple Crystal Worms within them. Only when the Purple Crystal Worms begin to lay eggs and spread the red mist can the red mist world cover the entire Pingjing. If those who have taken the Bond Pill are evacuated to other cities, it may trigger a larger-scale red mist mutation. Therefore, the city must be sealed off. After all, even the Anti-Elimination Bureau cannot confirm how many people in Pingjing have taken the Bond Pill and become parasites of the Purple Crystal Worms.

Heijō has probably quietly turned into a giant insect hive, and who knows how many people, like Mizushima or Kambara, have tried to take the so-called "bond pills" out of curiosity or out of herd mentality.

Kurosawa Shizuki was somewhat astonished by the Bureau of Extermination and Suppression's determination. The Bureau of Extermination and Suppression was actually prepared to sacrifice the entire Heikyo and Kirieko together.

The high school students, carefree and excitedly planning their future during an unexpected holiday, were completely unaware that they might only have a few days left. Their lives could be casually reduced to mere numbers by the higher-ups of the Anti-Extermination Bureau. If Wuquanzi was not defeated, those of them staying at home would likely be enveloped in red mist in an instant, becoming nourishment for the Amethyst Insects. No mortal would have any chance of survival in such a world.

However, unlike most of the students who were overjoyed, there was one person who seemed to be in a bad mood.

Ando turned around with a frown, resting his chin on his hand in distress: "Oh dear, how could this happen? The weather is truly unpredictable."

P.S., thanks to Cheerioo for the 588 reward.

Section 64, Chapter Sixty-Four: Crimson Rivers Flowing in the Sky

"President, it seems we won't be able to hold that club activity tomorrow," Kurosawa Shizuki said regretfully. "How about we go next week?"

If Kurosawa Shizuki's guess is correct, due to Kurosawa Ai's prophecy, Kurosawa Shizuki must go to that so-called Deer Mountain Amusement Park tomorrow no matter what. If the "diary author" Ando Chinatsu is not present, Kurosawa Shizuki will still have a bit of a headache. Kurosawa Shizuki is still hoping to use the mysterious radiant power in Ando Chinatsu's body to fight against the possible encounter with the Apostle Muko.

"It wouldn't matter if I didn't go tomorrow, but I'm just unwilling, very unwilling."

Ando shook his head, his expression growing increasingly gloomy, and sighed with some anxiety.

"Kurosawa, there's something I haven't told you yet. In that strange dream, I often dreamed about that amusement park, and in the dream, there was a red door waiting for me to open it. When you handed me that invitation, I almost believed it was fate."

"President, even if it really is fate's arrangement, going a few days earlier or later probably won't make much of a difference, right?" Kurosawa Shizuki could only try to comfort Ando.

"But now fate has brought another typhoon to stop me from going there? I'm increasingly confused."

Kurosawa Shizuki was certain it wasn't her imagination. As Ando's emotions shifted, the destructive power of the Beacon within her was undergoing a transformation. Even though Ando was alone, Kurosawa Shizuki felt that Ando's presence almost completely overwhelmed the Radiant Barrier composed of hundreds of Anti-Extermination Bureau agents she had encountered at Tamano-kami Park not long ago! It was as if a tiny flame had suddenly flared up into an incandescent light bulb, and the bulb even showed signs of continuing to transform into a flashbang…

“If you insist on going, President Ando, ​​I can go with you,” Kurosawa Shizuki said softly. “The typhoon doesn’t seem to be arriving until tomorrow afternoon. We can meet at the amusement park in the morning and visit the places you want to see as soon as possible.”

“But… the Meteorological Agency only predicted the typhoon would arrive in the afternoon, right? That prediction isn’t necessarily accurate. What if we encounter the typhoon while we’re in the amusement park?” Ando turned his head and said uncertainly, “Besides, it’s obvious that all city transportation will be suspended tomorrow…”

"It's alright, Ando. Have you forgotten that we still have the all-powerful Suzuki-senpai? If you ask her for help, she will definitely arrange everything for us!" In order to track down the whereabouts of one of the remaining two Chosen Ones, Kurosawa Shizuki believed it was necessary to explore the Cursed Paradise. Since Suzuki controlled the resources of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, there was no reason not to use them.

"That's right, we still have Suzuki-senpai! Kurosawa, wait a minute, let me try contacting Suzuki-senpai..." Ando opened her phone and immediately started chatting with the other members of the Sneaky Club. Her fingers flew across the screen, and soon she was laughing happily:

"Great! Suzuki-senpai really agreed! We can ride in her luxury car. And Akagi is willing to go too! It seems she really can't resist any supernatural event! Even a typhoon can't extinguish the passion in these girls' hearts! This is youth!"

What passion? Even a typhoon can't suppress your reckless desires!

The radiant power that had been stirring within Ando's body finally calmed down a bit. Kurosawa Shizuki had no doubt that even if Ando had encountered a typhoon at Deer Mountain Amusement Park, she would likely have been unharmed under the protection of this power.

If Ando insists on going there, it might be a good thing for Kurosawa Shizuki. Kurosawa Shizuki realizes that Ando's power might only reveal a small part of its true potential within the Cursed Paradise.

"Kurosawa, you're the best! Making a friend like you at the start of the semester is the greatest blessing of my life!" Ando gave Kurosawa Shizuki a bright, childlike smile and another enthusiastic bear hug. She definitely couldn't be an ordinary person! Even with her enhanced physique from the Hollow Blade Style, she had no chance to struggle in Ando's arms. Super-strong Ando, ​​don't get so close to me!

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At the school gate, after politely declining Ando's offer to take her to a video store to watch some supernatural videotapes, Kurosawa Shizuki easily found the crimson sedan that Nakamura Yukise had prepared especially for her.

"Saintess Kurosawa, over here!" Nakamura Yukise, her face flushed, jumped up and down, raising her hands excitedly in Kurosawa Shizuki's direction, as if afraid that Kurosawa Shizuki wouldn't see her.

Today, Nakamura Yukise wore a snow-white lace dress, revealing half of her calves, and sandals that showed off her glistening toes. She had a very girlish style, but the infatuated look on her face, which she couldn't control whenever she saw Kurosawa Shizuki, somewhat ruined her overall charm. Moreover, the thought that she seemed to have a thing with a certain respectable "professor" made Kurosawa Shizuki feel a great sense of pity.

Sigh, girls these days don't know how to respect themselves. They easily succumb to those experienced older men and even get dragged into such a dangerous cult as the Black Sun Cult. They're practically jumping into a fire pit on their own.

Kurosawa Shizuki had a pretty good impression of Nakamura Yukise, after all, she was likely one of the few confidantes of the original owner within the cult. If possible in the future, Kurosawa Shizuki hoped to rescue Nakamura Yukise from the Black Sun Cult, which was a huge pitfall.

"Yukise, you don't need to shout so loudly, I see you. Also, don't call me 'Saintess' in front of others, or they'll think I'm a chuunibyou!"

"Hehe, sorry, I couldn't contain my excitement when I saw the saintess!" Nakamura laughed sheepishly.

Walking towards the car, Nakamura respectfully opened the car door for Kurosawa Shizuki, who this time sat in the passenger seat.

“Holy Maiden, shall we head straight to Parthia Bar now? Mr. Kurosaki and his guests should already be waiting for you there,” Nakamura asked cautiously.

"Yeah, let's get there as soon as possible," Kurosawa Shizuki replied absentmindedly. Ever since she woke up today, she had felt inexplicably anxious.

The car started, and the scenery outside the window began to change rapidly.

Looking out the window at the bustling city of Heijing, though overcast, it continued to operate without pause. The noisy and busy modern metropolis was filled with dazzling neon signs and well-dressed pedestrians who moved about with restraint and politeness. The traffic lights along the sidewalks changed constantly, and the giant projection screens hanging on the high-rise buildings were broadcasting previews of a large-scale fashion show exhibition next week.

It's hard to imagine that in just two days, the evil god of the Netherworld might descend upon this place, tearing apart all common sense and polluting everything with a deep red blood mist, turning all humans into the ovaries of a completely new race.

However, some incredibly strange influence was indeed slowly but surely spreading throughout Pyeongkyo, like the curtain of a grand drama being slowly drawn back.

Beech, cedar, willow and cherry trees all showed signs of dying in spring. The cherry blossoms that were so vibrant yesterday have withered and decayed today.

The air was heavy and oppressive, with faint rumbles of thunder on the horizon. Occasionally, pets resembling cats and dogs could be seen on the sidewalks beside the road, facing the dark clouds overhead and letting out terrified screams.

As if sensing something in advance, thousands upon thousands of birds swooped across the sky, frantically beginning their off-season migration in a direction far from Pyeongkyo.

On the projection screen, a model with an eerie smile and graceful figure was taking off her gorgeous clothes layer by layer. The last one, a flesh-colored long dress, was semi-transparent, and you could almost see the beautiful figure below. It gave people a strange illusion—that she was really peeling off a layer of human skin.

The crimson sedan driving through the sea of ​​cars was now followed closely by a number of other cars of various styles, most of whose drivers wore felt hats and masks to conceal their faces...

Completely oblivious to anything amiss, Nakamura continued chatting casually with Kurosawa Shizuki about trivial matters. She turned on the car stereo, and a certain elegant and leisurely R&B piece began to play:

My mood sways with the movement of the red goldfish~

"Swimming quietly in the warm water..."

The sky slowly seeped out layers of a startling dark red, not just Kurosawa Shizuki's illusion, but rather...

There really is a dark red river flowing over Amano.

P.S., since we're almost at 30,000 in donations, I'll release the extra chapter early. A series of battles are coming up!

Section 65, Chapter Sixty-Five: My Head Is Gone

"You don't know, my dear, that Wilde project is really too difficult to work on. Half of the people in our group are just slacking off, and there are very few people actually doing anything..." Nakamura Yukise chatted with Kurosawa Shizuki while driving, talking non-stop. She mostly talked about her university life. Nakamura is a female university student majoring in literature, and recently she seems to be preparing her term paper or something.

Kurosawa Shizuki wasn't really interested in what she was talking about, but she was too embarrassed to show it too obviously, so she just kept responding with "uh-huh" and "I see."

"Today, the professor is analyzing the poetry of Arturo Rimbaud for us. Over a hundred years ago, he was the most talented poet in the French Black Sun Order, known as the 'alchemist' of words, and is highly renowned in literary history. The professor specifically analyzed Rimbaud's long poem 'Ophelia'..."

What annoyed Kurosawa Shizuki the most was that Nakamura would always inadvertently bring up her school sweetheart, Professor Nishizawa. Clearly, Nakamura had fallen for her trap. In her not-so-large brain, besides Kurosawa, there was probably only Professor Nishizawa. Their daily chats were full of obscure and lengthy literary reviews. It turned out that she really was a genuine literary girl! Kurosawa Shizuki couldn't understand the world of literary girls and had no interest in understanding it.

When it comes to how charming Professor Caesar is when he teaches Western poetry, how elegant and profound his speech is, and how deep and far-reaching his literary insights are, it's simply endless!

Fortunately, Nakamura Yukise didn't start talking about how brilliant and powerful Professor Nishizawa was in bed; she just talked about literature-related things. Otherwise, Kurosawa Shizuki would have really lost her temper.

No matter how talented a professor is, it is absolutely wrong for him to date female college students in his own class!

"Speaking of which, the professor also highly recommends your 'Dream of the False Night.' He said that the book uses a modern touch to recreate the distant mystery, which is similar to Mr. Rimbaud's style..." What the hell? I never wrote that kind of book. Those were all written by the original owner as a pretentious writer to make readers depressed. What does the original owner's writing have to do with me, Kurosawa Shizuki?

Time slipped away amidst Nakamura's trivial and tedious conversation, and the music playing on the car stereo finally came to an end.

The sky, shrouded in dark clouds, had turned completely dark red.

The car traveled along the long road, and when it had traveled about halfway, a rumbling sound, like muffled thunder, came from the road, as if a heart was trembling.

The gloomy sky finally gave way to a light drizzle, accompanied by a mournful wind that evoked the sobs of the dead.

“Strange, the forecast said the typhoon wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow, so why is it raining today?” Nakamura said, looking puzzled. “Your Highness, I’m sorry, I didn’t bring an umbrella. After we park, we might have to wade through the rain to get to the bar.”

"Are you sure we haven't gone the wrong way? Why do I feel like something's not right..." Kurosawa Shizuki frowned. Hearing the rumbling of thunder, she was certain it wasn't her imagination. The thunder around her was actually beating in a strange rhythm.

“Of course, I followed the navigation, the shortest route to Parthia Bar,” Nakamura Yukise said confidently, but then a hint of doubt appeared on her face. “Strange, why is there no signal?”

Her phone navigation had stopped working, and the car radio was making strange noises; the rap music playing now sounded like a group of people screaming and crying.

Kurosawa Shizuki looked down at her phone. She was still in the Heijō city area, so why did the signal suddenly disappear?

Boom—another clap of thunder came from the end of the road. Kurosawa Shizuki sniffed and smelled a familiar fishy odor. She was shocked to find that the drizzle along the way was actually dark red.

In the drizzle, the bustling city fell silent, and on the empty roads, only Nakamura's car was driving.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Shizuki Kurosawa noticed dozens of black cars chasing them down the street behind them, moving at a leisurely pace, like a pack of wolves tracking their prey.

“Yukise, something’s wrong, something very wrong,” Kurosawa Shizuki’s heart pounded with alarm. “We seem to have fallen into a trap.”

"Damn it, when is this?! Is it the red raindrops? We've been dragged into a false history! It's the people of the Generation of Gods!" Nakamura looked down at her watch.

The time was 4:12 PM, but the time on my watch had frozen, fluctuating between 12 minutes and 13 seconds and 14 seconds.

Thick red smog pressed down from the horizon, reducing visibility in this alternate dimension to its lowest point.

In the deep red mist, Kurosawa Shizuki saw an extended tanker truck approaching them. She saw a brownish-yellow cartoon reindeer anthropomorphic on the side of the tanker truck grinning at her with a funny smile. The cute reindeer was wearing a top hat and holding a beautiful gift wrapped in ribbon in its arms.

"Reindeer Logistics, bringing you the warmest and most sincere service!"

The tanker truck was strangely equipped with some kind of external speaker, which, as it drew closer, played rock music by a Neo-Roman singer whom Shizuki Kurosawa had never heard of before. The music was extremely fast-paced, with a sharp and intense rhythm, possessing an unparalleled sense of power that made one's heart pound, blood boil, and breathing quicken.

The singer let out a sharp roar, like a wild beast howling under the moon.

The drumbeats, seemingly from nowhere, sounded like thunder, as if announcing the start of a war.

The clouds in the sky had turned a deep scarlet color.

Countless black cars behind them floored their accelerators, neighing like wild horses, and chased after them.

"Holy Maiden, prepare for battle! I need to accelerate—" Nakamura Yukise said anxiously.

Just before Yukise was about to floor the accelerator, the tanker truck on the other side, like a wild horse, sped towards them, chasing the rhythm of that insane rock music!

Before Kurosawa Shizuki could respond, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, and she looked in the direction of the chill.

She saw, hundreds of meters behind her, on the rooftop of a building, a round lens shimmering with a strange, almost blinding light, like a faint star in the dark night sky.

Subconsciously, the dark spirit instinctively wanted to protect its master, wrapping around Kurosawa Shizuki's body in circles, extending from her feet towards her head.

Before Kurosawa Shizuki could even realize what it was, bang—a violent roar came from the direction of the reflection, and Kurosawa Shizuki heard something tear through the air with a loud bang.

"Holy Maiden—" came Yukise's terrified cry.

Kurosawa Shizuki saw a round object rapidly approaching. Time seemed to stand still, and death seemed to be howling. It was a metal bullet no thicker than a thumb, with a thick, blood-like liquid flowing on its surface. It was wrapped in a chilling influence that could freeze everything. In an instant, it pierced through hundreds of meters of space and hit its unavoidable target before anyone could react.

The black spirit had only just climbed onto Kurosawa Shizuki's neck.