Transformed into the leader of an esoteric sect in Japan

Although the lieutenant had once loved the lady, he would not dissuade her from taking this path of no return, because they had been together for far too long, and the lieutenant knew very well that that achievement was the lady's only desire in this world.

Because achieving great deeds was that man's only wish before he left, the lady has clung to life for so long only because of that man's final, tragic wish. The lieutenant felt a surge of inexplicable rage whenever he thought of that man. He looked at the woman beneath him with jealousy and weariness. "What you see in your eyes—me, or that man's face?"

The lieutenant suddenly felt a pang of fear, an inexplicable warning, a strange premonition. The chill of winter washed over him, and he sensed the impending doom of death.

The man suddenly stopped, and the lieutenant's gaze turned icy. He left the woman's tenderness, pushed away Fujiwara who was yearning for an embrace, and got off the bed. Hot blood flowed from the scar, dripping onto the floor.

The man reached into his chest cavity and actually pierced through it. He took out a ledger with a dark gold cover. The ledger was made of ancient parchment and covered with strange esoteric symbols. He held the ledger in his palm, and it was blown around by an invisible force, turning over on its own, and finally settling on a certain page.

He saw a name in the ledger ignite, flashing with a cold, dawn-like light. The lieutenant's mania and rage cooled in this icy glow, and he transformed back into the ruthless man he once was. He uttered the burning name:

“Falcon Wolf, he and the twelve years stored within him were burned to ashes,” he said grimly. “For us, this deal seems to have already started to lose money.”

Just moments ago he was passionately entwined with his wife, but the moment business was discussed, his gaze towards Mrs. Fujiwara turned icy, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"The Black Sun Cult's Holy Maiden? That's impossible!" Lady Fujiwara exclaimed. "This was clearly a foolproof ambush. Two high priests, plus the Thunder Warriors, and your most valiant soldiers—how could a mere Holy Maiden from the Heikyo branch possibly escape from such an ambush?"

Lady Fujiwara pressed her hand to her temple, beginning to sense her surroundings. Then she sighed deeply, "Takasaki and Yamashita, we've both lost contact. It seems that the saintess is indeed in serious trouble..."

"Is she really just a 'minor district guild saintess'?" The lieutenant closed the ledger, which then sank back into his chest. "According to the last intelligence from the Falconers, she is at least a fourth-tier dark spirit, and she also possesses two very strange shadow servants, as well as unheard-of invisibility techniques. If she were a prince of the Black Sun Cult, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

"How is this possible? We've confirmed it repeatedly. That little girl named Kurosawa Shizuki was definitely just a third-tier 'bride' three days ago. How could she have become a Sun Apostle in less than three days? What a joke!" Fujiwara said in a panicked voice. "The plan didn't expect to go wrong here. We may have to face the Black Sun Cult's crazy retaliation... We must be prepared."

The lieutenant lit a Cuban cigar, his chiseled face blurred in the smoke.

"Kuro, Ze, Jing, Xi..." The lieutenant hesitated for a long time, repeating the name over and over again, "Why does it feel so familiar when it's a name I've never heard of before?"

"Do you know that little girl from the Black Sun Cult?" Fujiwara asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know him, but perhaps he’s an old friend we once knew who owed debts but refused to repay them, turning into a despicable exile and severing ties with the organization.” The lieutenant said meaningfully, slowly drawing his Turkish scimitar, the hilt of which was inlaid with a deep black gemstone the color of an eye, from its sheath and holding it in his palm. The back of the blade reflected his cold eyes.

The Turkish inscription on the hilt gleamed with a chilling light, its meaning being "Dawn of the Winged".

“I’ve heard of such exiles. It seems that one of them escaped to Pingjing. During that time, it seems that there was a very fierce war within your group of people.”

"That wasn't war at all; it was just a joke whose ending was already predetermined. These exiles often abandon their names, even their very selves. It happens all the time, but the reckoning will always find them and make them pay double. If I'm not mistaken, this might be a pleasant surprise. The Overlord will be delighted by my discovery."

"The Divine Society can help you please that great ruler. He will become a loyal ally of Kirie." Fujiwara's smile carried a hint of flattery.

Unbeknownst to them, several strands of hair, like snakes, were wriggling in the darkness beneath the bed, crawling through cracks in the door and between crevices in the rocks.

Then it floated into the hand of a girl hanging upside down in mid-air, and the strands of hair climbed up her wrist and down to the side of her cheek, playfully frolicking.

The strands of hair turned into tiny white worms, crawling all the way to the girl's unblinking eyeballs, and finally burrowing into her wide-open, desolate pupils. Strange fungi and filth grew all over Muko's bare feet.

"Kurosawa... Shizuki?" Muko murmured the name, tilting her head in a daze and confusion. "How strange, sister, this isn't your name. It's a fake existence."

Mu Zi didn't think too much about it. She felt sleepy again, crossed her arms over her chest, and drowsiness swept over her. The woodland grew even faster, and on the heavy treetops, sweet, bright red fruits were being conceived.

"Sister, I will help you find your real name, and then we can write a new story together... No one can stop us, and everything will start anew," she murmured to herself.

Beside Mu Zi, there was a huge, intangible moth phantom, its wings folded and its antennae waving behind its head. It lay on her body, nibbling at her delicate skin and sucking out her sweet lymph fluid.

Mu Zi remained expressionless, completely unaware.

P.S., I hope the descriptions in this chapter don't cross the line? I don't believe this kind of thing can be considered lewd.

Chapter 78, Section 78: Nakamura Yukise Starts Racing

After reading Takasaki Ryo's mind, Kurosawa Shizuki didn't feel like continuing to communicate with him emotionally. She simply put him back into the shadows, thinking she could use him as a shield if needed in the future.

The crisp sound of shattering glass grew louder and louder, and the deep red smoke around them was dissipating at a rapid pace. Kurosawa Shizuki could already faintly hear the hustle and bustle of the city and the voices of people. This meant that this temporarily woven false history was collapsing, and reality was piecing it back together, making everything that happened in the false history become the judged reality.

"Holy Maiden, we'd better leave here as soon as possible. If we just appear out of nowhere like this, it could cause a lot of trouble." Nakamura Yukise looked around at the scattered corpses, the gruesome wreckage of cars, and the burning tanker truck...

After the collapse of the false history, unless the Secret History Cultists come to clean up the mess, all of this will be reintegrated into reality. If real humans are nearby, the most direct feeling would probably be an extremely horrific accident scene appearing out of nowhere. The erased falsehood suddenly becoming reality would be incredibly jarring. However, due to the omnipresent Hermes surveillance by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, the Anti-Suppression Bureau's cleanup personnel will soon be dispatched to erase the "erroneous" memories of the witnesses, so it shouldn't have too much of an impact on reality.

"Don't rush, most of the corpses here are enemies who possess invisible techniques. Let the Black Matter digest them all." Kurosawa Shizuki was extremely eager for the growth of the Black Matter spirit, so there was no reason for her to let go of the corpses of these enemies on the scene.

Within three minutes, Kurosawa Shizuki used her black spirit body to devour all the corpses present. The black spirit body was indeed a divine tool for destroying evidence, and the sweep of the scene was clean and efficient. If an agent from the Anti-Corruption Bureau had investigated afterward, he would have been quite puzzled because he could not find any remains at all.

Another 3% increase in Dark Essence growth, plus over a thousand Nightmare Points. As expected, combat is the fastest way to grow. Kurosawa Shizuki's Dark Essence growth is now 10%, and her Nightmare Point reserves have exceeded 3000. If she saves up a little more, she can directly upgrade the Void Blade Style to the Proficient level and obtain the second Secret Technique.

Too much of a good thing can be bad. Kurosawa Shizuki doesn't plan to exchange for too many low-level skills for the time being. Skills below green level are unlikely to be very effective in the battles she is currently facing. If she can improve the Void Blade Style to a certain level and combine it with the power of black matter, it might produce some surprising effects.

The two eventually found the corpses of two female cult members, stripped off their clothes and barely managed to put them on. After all, their original clothes had been destroyed in the sudden explosion, and now they were just barely covering their private parts with black fabric. During the life-or-death battle, they didn't feel much difference, but the thought of returning to reality in this state made Kurosawa Shizuki blush. Her current attire was far too erotic, and she had no interest in giving anyone a treat.

Nakamura donned a black office lady outfit paired with high heels, instantly transforming her into a mature and sophisticated woman.

"Hehe, this outfit suits me quite well," Nakamura laughed smugly, bowing gracefully to Kurosawa Shizuki. "From now on, I'll be the Saintess's most loyal butler!"

Kurosawa Shizuki could only find a women's gray-black jacket that didn't quite fit, paired with a plaid shirt and ripped jeans. This outfit gave off a rebellious, slightly bloated vibe, and you could vaguely smell a bloody aura about it. The bigger problem was that she couldn't find a suitable bra, so Kurosawa Shizuki was temporarily going braless.

"I think things must look terrible right now," Kurosawa Shizuki said with difficulty.

"Actually, she's quite cute. She really reminds me of those rebellious young ladies who run away from home to pursue their dreams. If she were carrying a guitar, people might mistake her for a singer." Nakamura seems to have become more and more mischievous since becoming a Shadow Servant. Why does Kurosawa Shizuki feel that her authority in her heart is diminishing day by day?

Shaking off the erotic thoughts that filled her mind, Kurosawa Shizuki zipped her jacket all the way up and put on an oddly shaped navy blue swirl tie to cover the half-exposed cleavage at her chest. After repeatedly making sure that no discerning gentleman would see any nipples or other perks, Kurosawa Shizuki temporarily gave up.

“Holy Maiden, you don’t need to worry so much. There’s not much to begin with, so why cover it up so thoroughly?” Nakamura said, puffing out his chest with complete composure.

"Mind your own business! So what if you have big breasts!" Kurosawa Shizuki retorted weakly, a little annoyed, wanting to teach Nakamura a lesson and make her realize the difference between master and servant.

The sunlight was almost piercing through the deep, dark clouds overhead again; the dark red raindrops had completely stopped, and Kurosawa Shizuki began to see various passing cars and human-shaped phantoms appearing all around her, accompanied by gasps of surprise from the crowd.

"Is that a hallucination? Am I seeing things? Where did that oil tanker come from?"

"Stop the car! We're going to crash!"

"Why was there no prior warning of a fire of this size?"

"Hey you in front, are you trying to get yourself killed by stopping? Are you driving with your ass on?"

"boom!!"

It seems that another car accident was caused by a strange object that suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. I am really sorry to Kurosawa Shizuki for causing trouble for everyone. I hope no one was killed.

"Holy Maiden, it will be too late if we don't leave now," Nakamura Yukise urged anxiously.

"Let's take their car. They won't have a chance to use it again anyway." Kurosawa Shizuki and Nakamura Yukise found a van that the Kamishiro-kai yakuza had driven over before and got in. The key was still in the ignition, and the seat cushions were still warm. Nakamura continued to drive and easily started the van.

The van smelled of fish, suggesting it was a cargo van transporting aquatic products. Inside, there were also teru teru bozu (a type of Japanese doll) for good luck and a photo of a yakuza boss with his hands on the shoulders of several of his buddies. Sadly, the man who once had a cheerful smile is now only a portrait of himself.

"This time, no one should be able to block our way anymore, right? Anyone who dares to block the Saintess's path will die!" Nakamura said viciously, stepping on the gas pedal to the floor. In the final moments before the van had escaped the fabricated history, it drove as far away from the accident scene as possible.

"Hey, hey, hey, at this speed—are you sure it won't kill someone?" Kurosawa Shizuki looked at the scenery flashing by on both sides and felt panicked. The speed was already heading towards 80 kilometers per hour. She had just seen the speed limit sign of 45 kilometers per hour not long ago.

"Since we won't die anyway, we'll drive like crazy. If we crash, we can just get a new car." Why did Kurosawa Shizuki feel that Nakamura was a completely different person after she became a dark spirit? The smile on her face was really scary.

Five minutes later, on the highway congested by the accident, all the drivers who had gotten out of their cars and were cursing and bragging to each other were staring at a ghostly minivan as it "passed" directly through the sea of ​​cars! With a speed that was dangerous enough to make anyone's heart stop, it performed several smooth drifts and left everyone else in the dust.

"The ghost van that sped away from the accident scene"—since that day, it seems to have become a new urban legend circulating among drivers on this road. That mysterious van, driving so recklessly at high speed in another dimension, was its destination hell?

Kurosawa Shizuki's destination was certainly not hell; on the contrary, she had recently escaped from a hell called "Ghost Realm." After returning to reality from a fabricated history at a terrifying speed that was almost impossible for a normal human to witness, she watched in horror as Nakamura Yukise maneuvered the van to overtake numerous supercars. Was this really a speed a van could achieve? How did the previously incredibly smooth and composed veteran female driver, Nakamura, become such a road monster?

Despite the many thrilling moments along the way, Nakamura's extraordinary driving speed finally brought Kurosawa Shizuki to their destination. Although they had experienced incredibly brutal battles after being pulled into the false history, in the real time scale, less than five minutes had passed. Now, with Nakamura driving the van at such a crazy speed, Kurosawa Shizuki actually arrived at their destination ten minutes ahead of schedule.

P.S., I'll be extremely busy for the next few days, so I'll have to reduce the number of words I update. Sigh, I'm so tired. I'll just be thankful if I can keep updating altogether.

Chapter 79, Section 79: The Girl in the Mirror Cannot See Her

Nakamura parked the van at the entrance of an inconspicuous old street, and with practiced ease, opened the door for Kurosawa Shizuki, bowing respectfully to her.

"Holy Maiden, we have accomplished our mission. We have arrived at Chiyuan Street. We should walk the rest of the way."

“Nakamura, that’s really impressive,” Kurosawa Shizuki said, still shaken, as she stepped out of the van and looked back at it. “They didn’t even have a single accident…”

"Of course! My driving skills are unparalleled in the world!"

Nakamura led Kurosawa Shizuki into this historic neighborhood, which is quite old even in Heijing. Surprisingly, the century-old Ushii restaurant displayed a three-Michelin-starred sign. Inside a secondhand furniture store, piles of old desks and chairs blared promotional announcements from a loudspeaker. The bookstore was filled with old magazines, rare books, and obscure erotic novels. In front of the electronics store, the words "Tax-Free" were prominently displayed in Korean, English, Arabic, and other languages…

In the deepest, most hidden shadows of Ikenoen Street, Kurosawa Shizuki finally saw her destination: Parthia Bar. Kurosaki Jubei, the head of the Black Sun Cult's intelligence department, was nominally the owner of this bar, but it was actually the central hub of the Black Sun Cult's vast intelligence network throughout Heikyo. Kurosaki Jubei was like a black spider lurking in its web, meticulously capturing every subtle movement in Heikyo.

To outsiders, it's just an inconspicuous little bar in a remote neighborhood, exiled to the edge of the big city. If you don't look for it, almost no one can find it. There's only a small, dark yellow wooden door with a lion-shaped handle. On the left side of the door, the sign with the word "Parthian" written in cursive script is illuminated by a flash of orange-red light. On the back of the sign is an image of a knight chasing the sun, riding through the air, covered in fish-scale armor, with his bow drawn like a full moon.

Kurosawa Shizuki remembered the ancient Parthian Empire, which seemed to be one of the sources of the Black Sun faith. It seems that the name of this bar is indeed derived from "Parthia," which was regarded as a mortal enemy by the Roman Empire.

This seemingly ordinary wooden door was imbued with the influence of an invisible technique that Kurosawa Shizuki could sense. The unusual fluctuations all originated from the lifelike lion carved on the doorknob, which contained the power of "Awakening" like a wound on a living person. No mortal could possibly open this door by force. The lion had been forged into a strange posture, almost like a metallic life form. Kurosawa Shizuki was certain that she was not mistaken; the lion had just blinked.

A small wooden sign that read "closed" was hanging on the door, indicating that the bar owner had indeed closed the doors to customers in preparation for her visit.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of a guest, a purple light flashed in the lion's eye on the doorknob, and the "closed" wooden sign was flipped by a strange force, turning into "open." The tightly locked wooden door sprang open on its own.

"Holy Maiden, please come in." Nakamura Yukise opened the door for Kurosawa Shizuki. Kurosawa Shizuki looked at the corridor behind the door, which was decorated with countless small colored lights, like countless twinkling pupils, shimmering with a dreamlike light.

The corridor is lined with strange mirrors. Walking through it, you see countless reflections on both sides, creating a very strange sense of déjà vu.

Kurosawa Shizuki followed Nakamura Yukise through the unexpectedly long and narrow mirrored corridor. Countless twinkling colored lights reflected repeatedly between the mirrors on both sides of the corridor, dazzling the eyes and causing a momentary feeling of dizziness.

Kurosawa Shizuki unconsciously turned her head to look at herself in the mirror. Countless shadows in the mirror followed her every step. Kurosawa Shizuki confirmed that it was not an illusion; almost all the shadows were a beat slower than her.

As she walked further into the mirrored corridor, the differences in her reflections grew increasingly pronounced. Some of her reflections stopped in their tracks, while others turned back in alarm, staring at something. Still others dashed ahead of her real self, and one even seemed to sense another version of herself watching her, grinning mischievously and making a cute face at her real counterpart. Shizuki stared, bewildered, at the countless mirrored versions of herself, momentarily stunned.

The girls in the mirror smiled charmingly, their beautiful eyes sparkling. Yet each of them shone with a gleaming light, radiating a cold, razor-sharp glint. Their faces were ever-changing, and their movements were unpredictable, like a wisp of drifting mist.

As Kurosawa Shizuki's attention wandered, cracks began to appear on the mirror's surface, emanating a strange light. The beautiful faces of the girls became increasingly lifelike, as if they were about to emerge from the mirror.

Is this an illusion or reality?

“Holy Maiden, don’t look in the mirror,” Nakamura noticed that Kurosawa Shizuki had stopped and was lost in thought. He waved his hand in front of Kurosawa Shizuki’s eyes, and Kurosawa Shizuki came back to her senses. “The mirror girls that the cult has kept in fear are all hiding in this glass passage. They will almost instinctively imitate the appearance of all visitors. If you stare at them for a long time, they may actually crawl out of the mirror and try to replace your existence.”

"The girls in the mirror..." Kurosawa Shizuki shook her head to regain her composure. These strange summoned spirits actually made her feel uneasy. If Kurosawa Shizuki was not mistaken, almost every girl in the mirror in this passage could at least exert the strength of the third tier. If an enemy were to launch a strong attack on Parthia Bar, they would probably be met with a surprise far beyond their imagination.

Kurosawa Shizuki unexpectedly discovered something else: the girl in the mirror didn't try to bewitch or imitate Nakamura Yukise. Was it because she was no longer a living person?

“The girl in the mirror has no interest in the dead, because they themselves are the dead walking on a path of blades. How enviable, Saintess, at least you can see yourself in the eyes of the girl in the mirror,” Nakamura Yukise said with a somewhat dejected smile. “From now on, I can only live in darkness forever.”

"I'm sorry, Yukise. If there's a chance in the future, I will definitely find a way to bring you back to life." Kurosawa Shizuki said with some guilt. It's normal for Nakamura Yukise to have resentment in her heart. After all, Nakamura died because of her. No one can easily accept such a cruel fact as death.

“It’s alright, Saintess, I don’t blame you. I was prepared for this after joining the Order. Now I have the opportunity to continue following you in another form, which is my greatest honor,” Nakamura Yukise said. “I just hope that one day in the future, when you have exhausted me, you will still remember that I once existed.”

Kurosawa Shizuki was momentarily at a loss for words. "Completely exhausted"? Did Nakamura think that one day she would use him as a expendable resource? Kurosawa Shizuki still reluctantly regarded Nakamura as her friend, but compared to Nakamura, Kurosawa Shizuki would certainly prefer to exhaust Takasaki Ryo first.

Standing at the end of the corridor, Nakamura bowed deeply to Kurosawa Shizuki. "The matter you and Lord Kurosaki are about to discuss is probably not something someone of my rank can hear, so I need to excuse myself."

"Don't be so formal. You're already my Shadow Servant, so of course you're not an outsider." Kurosawa Shizuki was still a little uneasy about entering the heart of Parthia Bar alone.

“After becoming a Shadow Servant, I also have some personal matters to attend to as soon as possible. This is my farewell to the past, so please allow me to leave alone for a while, Holy Maiden.” Nakamura looked at Kurosawa Shizuki very seriously, as if he had made up his mind.

“If you have something to do, Yukise, of course I won’t keep you,” Kurosawa Shizuki waved her hand. Nakamura’s attitude towards her was getting stranger and stranger, making her very uncomfortable. “If you want to continue living as a normal human being, I don’t actually object.”