Transformed into the leader of an esoteric sect in Japan

"Sister, are you hungry?" Kurosawa Ai, who had been silently watching TV, suddenly appeared behind Kurosawa Shizuki, leaning on her cane, and asked pitifully.

Kurosawa Shizuki looked out the window. The sun had already set, and it was 7:30 in the evening. It was indeed time for dinner.

There's still so much stuff on the computer, I can't look at it all at once, let's eat first.

"It's almost dinnertime..." Kurosawa Shizuki thought for a moment, "Is there any instant noodles in the house?"

"Sister, instant noodles again..." Kurosawa Ai complained, "Ever since you started losing your memory, I've been eating fast food and instant noodles every night for weeks! You used to cook for me!"

"But... I've forgotten how to cook now," Kurosawa Shizuki said helplessly.

"I want to go out to eat! I want to go out to eat! We should celebrate, sister, you're finally starting to regain consciousness!" Kurosawa Ai exclaimed.

"How did you know my consciousness was starting to return..." Kurosawa Shizuki was somewhat speechless.

"Yesterday you couldn't even remember your own name, and you were almost kidnapped by that weird old man after school. Today you not only know my name, but you even went to work! I saw you come back with that Nakamura-chan." Kurosawa Ai's little face blossomed into a bright smile.

"Part-time job? How much do you know about my part-time job?" Kurosawa Shizuki wanted to try to get some information about the Black Sun Cult from her sister.

"Sister, you never mention anything about the job to me. You only say that it was a job introduced by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, and that it's very dangerous. The less I know, the better." It seems that the former owner was really good at keeping secrets, even from her younger sister.

"Okay, okay, let's go. We'll eat wherever you want."

"Sister, do you remember that eating out costs money? You used to do something stupid like taking things directly from a convenience store and getting caught by the clerk."

"Of course I remember! I've basically recovered all my common sense!" Kurosawa Shizuki looked down at her wallet, which indeed contained more than 100,000 yen, enough for a meal.

When you have time, try to communicate with the guy in your shadow who seems to be the original owner. At least try to get the bank card PIN. Otherwise, you'll be living on the remaining 100,000 yuan in your wallet, and you also have to support Kurosawa Ai. You'll probably run out of money soon.

"Sister, let's go eat barbecue tonight!" Kurosawa Ai hugged Kurosawa Shizuki's left arm, her big eyes sparkling with a bright light, and said happily like a spoiled little animal.

P.S., please, please, please! I'll ask for anything! The current data is still too pitiful...

Section 14, Chapter Fourteen: Let's take my sister out for barbecue!

Ten minutes later, Kurosawa Ai walked ahead, carrying a light yellow backpack and leaning on her cane. She hummed a little tune as she walked, seemingly in a very good mood.

Kurosawa Shizuki followed behind, feeling inexplicably heartbroken as she watched her younger sister's limping and difficult gait.

Without saying a word, he walked forward, snatched the cane, and carried his younger sister on his back.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself!" The younger sister started getting angry for no reason again, weakly pounding Kurosawa Shizuki's shoulder from behind.

“If you’re too slow, let’s walk faster,” Kurosawa Shizuki said, carrying Kurosawa Ai on her back. Her steps were still steady and light, and she didn’t even pant. Although her physique had the lowest three-dimensional attribute, it was still 12, which was much taller than the average person. “Give me directions, and I’ll order whatever you want to eat today.”

"It's not like I can't walk on my own. I've been training for so long..." Kurosawa Ai muttered softly.

"After all, you're my only remaining sister in this world. At least rely on me as much as you can while you still can." Kurosawa Shizuki smiled at Kurosawa Ai, making Ai momentarily dazzled. This was also the former owner's sister, and in the system, she was the only hidden purple-level believer. Being kind to her obviously wouldn't do any harm.

Kurosawa Ai rested her small face on her sister's shoulder, Kurosawa Shizuki's soft hair brushed against her cheek, tickling her. Breathing in the familiar sweet scent of her sister, she inexplicably felt her eyes welling up with tears. In the past, her sister had always been so bitter and aloof, but she had never treated her like this.

"Sister, you've become even gentler than before."

Don't you like it?

"No, I like it very much. Even though she can't remember anything, she inexplicably feels very reliable."

"Don't bring up the fact that I can't remember anything anymore," Kurosawa Shizuki muttered to herself. "I will never forget anything again."

In the end, Ai Kurosawa only took Shizuki Kurosawa to a semi-open-air roasted bird shop next to a vegetable market, similar to a barbecue stall in Xia Country. There weren't too many customers, but the aroma of grilled meat was already mouthwatering.

This relieved Kurosawa Shizuki a little. Although she should be very rich as the leader of the cult, she could only use the 100,000 yen in her wallet until she could see the actual amount of money in her bank account. If she were taken to some high-end store, she would probably eat it all in one or two meals. After all, this was a capitalist society with expensive prices.

The owners were a middle-aged couple. It was clear that the two sisters had been to this roasted bird shop before, and they greeted them.

Looking at the ingredients in the refrigerated display case, the prices were indeed not too expensive. Kurosawa Ai was quite skilled at ordering, and Kurosawa Shizuki didn't know which ones were good and which ones weren't, so she simply let Kurosawa Ai order them all.

I chose an open-air spot with a view of the city lights and sat down. The evening breeze made me feel inexplicably comfortable. Soon, the stall owner brought me a grill with charcoal underneath and a wire mesh on top.

Next, the ordered dishes were served. Kurosawa Shizuki glanced at them and was surprised to find that Kurosawa Ai unexpectedly loved meat. She ordered a bunch of chicken skewers, pork skewers, and fish skewers, as well as large oysters, shellfish, and pork ribs. Kurosawa Ai skillfully placed the ingredients on the grill, brushed them with sesame oil, sprinkled them with seasonings, and flipped them over when they were almost cooked, making them sizzle as they grilled.

Perhaps because she had just eaten a vengeful spirit not long ago, Kurosawa Shizuki wasn't actually very hungry right now, so she only occasionally picked up a few skewers of fruit and vegetables. She couldn't muster much appetite for the greasy meat.

Kurosawa Ai, on the other hand, ate with great satisfaction, looking like she hadn't eaten meat in a long time, which made Kurosawa Shizuki feel inexplicably sorry for her. Kurosawa Shizuki gently wiped the greasy stains from Kurosawa Ai's mouth with a tissue: "Eat slowly, it's all yours, don't choke."

Kurosawa Ai seemed a little embarrassed, her face turning red. "Sister, you should eat more too." She said, handing Kurosawa Shizuki a skewer of chicken.

Kurosawa Shizuki took the skewer of meat, which had been grilled to a golden brown color, with fragrant oil dripping down. It looked quite appealing, and it was coated with seasoning oil and various condiments. She put it in her mouth and chewed slowly. It wasn't so delicious that it would bring tears to her eyes, but the charred flavor had a fragrance that permeated her tongue. After a long day of hard work, city dwellers could indeed feel genuine happiness from eating such a skewer.

However, seeing how much Kurosawa Ai was enjoying her food, Kurosawa Shizuki felt too embarrassed to take it from her. After all, she was the older sister and should give in to her.

"Ai, is the food you ordered enough? If you want more, you can order some more." Kurosawa Shizuki rested her chin on her right hand, observing with great interest how Kurosawa Ai ate the barbecue. The little girl really had some skill. Although she didn't seem to be moving very fast, and she seemed to be chewing each bite slowly, it didn't take long before the whole table of meat skewers was almost completely devoured.

Kurosawa Ai's belly, however, seemed to be from another dimension, showing no signs of swelling.

"Thank you, sister, but I also need to maintain my figure," Ai said shyly, lowering her head slightly as her sister continued to stare at her, and eating more reservedly. "Sister is really different from before."

Seeing how cheerful Kurosawa Ai was, Kurosawa Shizuki felt it was time to extract more information from her younger sister.

"What was I like in Ai's eyes before?"

“My older sister back then, how should I put it,” Kurosawa Ai’s big eyes darted around, “was always so preoccupied. She carried a huge burden in her heart, but she never wanted to tell anyone. She kept everyone at a distance, and everyone at school called her the Ice Princess. She always stood at the forefront, facing everything alone, as if she believed she could handle everything on her own. From morning till night, she planned everything with the precision of a machine. Back then, she gave the impression of a tightly strung bowstring, as if it would snap at any moment.”

So, before I transmigrated, it finally broke down? Kurosawa Shizuki tried hard to recall the previous owner's image in her mind.

“My older sister makes me feel more at ease now. Although she still has many secrets and cares about me just the same, she’s become much more confused and even cuter. And now she can finally smile and chat with me like this,” Kurosawa Ai said with some relief. “It seems like my older sister has just solved a big problem.”

No, no, no, the trouble was never resolved; it was just that the former owner resolved it himself. For no apparent reason, Kurosawa Shizuki recalled the girl's figure hidden in her own shadow. What exactly happened to the former owner?

"Sister, the past you seemed so distant to me, always making me worry that one day you would disappear forever, and I would never be able to find you again, leaving me all alone to struggle in this world," Kurosawa Ai took a big bite of her beef skewer, her lips smeared with chili sauce. "Sister, you won't really disappear, will you?"

"No, Ai, you're overthinking it. I'm here, I'll always be here." Kurosawa Shizuki remained silent for a long time before finally managing a somewhat forced smile. Kurosawa Ai's intuition was exceptionally sharp; perhaps she had already sensed that the original owner had completely disappeared from this body, and that the "Issian" from another world had taken over it.

The shadow behind Shizuki Kurosawa swayed and trembled under the dim light of the bulb.

P.S. Regarding the game *Cultist Simulator*, I highly recommend interested readers give it a try. It's available on mobile and Steam. It's a very fun game, and the writing is phenomenal, inspiring genuine awe. It possesses an indescribable sense of antiquity, creating a uniquely eerie atmosphere. However, the game's weaknesses include an overly simplistic tutorial and overly tedious gameplay in the mid-to-late game. I suggest using a walkthrough during your first playthrough; otherwise, you'll likely die dozens of times and might not even be able to enter the Manor.

This book will definitely draw some inspiration from the game's worldview and setting, but it won't be a complete copy. It will also incorporate many popular elements. Because the game's system is somewhat too... complex and vast, involving all sorts of messy cultures, knowledge, and documents, it's simply beyond my capabilities to handle. If I were to force myself to write it as a fanfiction of that game, it might end up being a poor imitation.

Section 15, Chapter Fifteen: Discovering Two Bad Things

Just as her younger sister had finished eating most of the barbecue, Kurosawa Shizuki suddenly noticed something strange happening at the opposite table.

The current body's qualities far surpass those of its previous life, so its observational abilities are also more refined and detailed, enabling it to obtain information that ordinary people simply cannot obtain.

At that table, there was originally only a young woman in a red dress eating skewers by herself. I don't know what troubled her, but she kept drinking beer bottle after bottle, and her hands were piled high with skewers. She was drinking until her face was flushed and she was drunkenly talking to herself.

Just then, two young men who looked like thugs walked in calmly. One had blond hair and his arms, exposed by his T-shirt, were covered in spider tattoos. The other was dressed in a punk style with slicked-back hair, a studded black jacket, and ripped jeans. Both of them looked at the woman's back with strange smiles.

Kurosawa Shizuki felt that it wasn't just that some thugs saw a look in their eyes that seemed to want to harass a girl; the look contained far more malice, almost like a wild beast... observing its prey.

The blond man licked his dry lips, while the slick-back-haired man, with his hands in his pockets, glanced around with a wandering gaze, seemingly to make sure no one was paying attention to them. Kurosawa Shizuki quickly picked up a pork skewer and pretended to eat it.

The two thugs exchanged a glance, not noticing Kurosawa Shizuki, who seemed to have made a decision. They swaggered one after the other toward the woman who was already somewhat incoherent from drinking.

Without a word, they sat down on either side of the woman. The blond man on the left casually put his hand on the woman's shoulder, while the slick-back-haired man on the right naturally picked up a beer that the woman had ordered from the table.

Kurosawa Shizuki noticed the woman's flushed face. She seemed alert and about to stand up and call out something, but the blond man's hand on her shoulder tightened slightly, pressing her back into her seat. Then, the grinning blond man leaned close to the woman's ear and whispered something slowly into her ear.

With her keen intuition, Kurosawa Shizuki could easily sense a faint mental fluctuation spreading as the blond-haired man spoke, confined to a very small area. To be precise, the target of that fluctuation was the woman drinking alone.

The woman's expression became dazed. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing. Instead, she gave a strange smile and looked at the two thugs beside her with a bewildered gaze.

Was she hypnotized? Kurosawa Shizuki couldn't help but think so.

"Gentlemen, our shop doesn't want any trouble. Could you please leave my customer alone?" The shop manager had obviously noticed the unusual situation. He walked up to the thugs, held up his phone, and gestured for them to call the police if they continued to harass the woman.

"Manager~" The man with the slicked-back hair spoke in a soft, effeminate voice that was completely at odds with his muscular physique, making him sound somewhat effeminate. "You've mistaken us. Actually, we're old acquaintances with Ayako. She recently broke up with her boyfriend and asked us to come and keep her company."

“Beijing at night is very dangerous,” the blond-haired man chuckled. “We can’t let Miss Ayako go home alone, after all, we are her most loyal friends.”

"Miss, is what they're saying true?" the shop manager asked the woman called Ayako earnestly.

"...My head hurts a little, oh dear, I drank too much..." Ayako covered her head, starting to sweat, and then glanced at the two thugs beside her in a daze. "Oh, manager, you mean them? Thank you for your concern, they are indeed my friends, they came to pick me up."

Since Ayako had responded in this way, the store manager couldn't press the matter further, so he nodded and left, but the doubt on his face was still not completely dispelled.

For the rest of the time, the three of them really acted like old friends, drinking beer and eating skewers one glass after another, and their unrestrained laughter could be heard from time to time. Only Kurosawa Shizuki noticed that every time Ayako showed a suspicious expression, the blond guy would whisper a few more words in her ear.

Kurosawa Shizuki focused her attention on her ears, temporarily amplifying her hearing through spiritual power. This time, she was finally able to hear what the blond-haired man was saying.

“Y'ai /'ng'ngah, Yori-Bothoch/ h'ee…” Although she could hear the syllables clearly, she still couldn’t understand their meaning. However, just by catching the syllables in her ears, Kurosawa Shizuki felt a slight headache and began to have strange auditory hallucinations. More and more similar murmurs kept echoing in her ears.

Those two guys are definitely up to no good!

Finally, under everyone's watchful eyes, two men, one on each side, helped the woman up, while the blond man on the left smiled and nodded to the other customers in the roasted bird restaurant.

Then, just like a friend escorting a drunk lady, they carried the completely incoherent lady away from the roasted bird restaurant. The manager wanted to chase after them to settle the bill, but found that there was already enough money left on the table.

Kurosawa Shizuki hesitated for a moment. Should she follow? Something didn't seem right! That Ms. Ayako was probably in a very dangerous situation.

"Sister, you really noticed?" At this moment, Kurosawa Ai, who was across from her, had almost finished eating and gave Kurosawa Shizuki a mysterious smile.

"Should we go and rescue that lady?" Kurosawa Shizuki asked hesitantly, though she wasn't really interested in chivalrous acts.

"Sister, of course we should chase after them! What do you think I brought you here for?" Kurosawa Ai said irritably. "Those two are the food I'm offering you tonight."

"What do you mean? You knew all along that this would happen at this roasted bird restaurant today?" Kurosawa Shizuki asked in surprise.

"Sister, have you forgotten my eyes?" Kurosawa Ai pointed to her eyes, which resembled those of Kurosawa Shizuki, but now the pupils shimmered with a peculiar golden light. "In a trance-like state, I often see random afterimages of the future and make prophecies. This is the power of my eyes, a gift from Petia. After Father bestowed upon me time, I possessed this power."

So that's how it is? My sister has eyes that can see a part of the future? Could this be the reason she's a hidden cultist of the Purple Sect? Of course, Kurosawa Shizuki also wanted to check Kurosawa Ai's attributes, but in the system, apart from displaying Kurosawa Ai's purple name, all other specific panel attributes were "hidden," which proved that my sister, this hidden cultist, was indeed different from other cultists.

"Sister, are you still going to follow them? If you don't keep up, those two will get away completely! Miss Ayako will probably be forever hidden in the darkness of Heijyo."

So she quickly paid the bill, then Kurosawa Shizuki carried Kurosawa Ai on her back, grabbed Ai's cane, and jogged after her.

The two thugs who had taken Ayako hostage were not moving very fast, and Kurosawa Shizuka consciously kept a certain distance from them.

The two thugs were somewhat aware of how to avoid being tracked, but every time they looked back, Kurosawa Shizuki would either hide in the crowd or behind a road sign or streetlight. After all, her initial 100+ points of inspiration weren't for nothing; she had an extremely sensitive ability to detect anyone's presence.

The last two thugs turned three corners and finally led Ayako into an extremely dark and secluded alley. The alley's streetlights were broken, and it was filled with all sorts of garbage and debris, making it easy to hide and conceal. It was clearly a perfect place to do shady things.

At the intersection, Shizuki Kurosawa put Ai Kurosawa down on the ground and handed her her cane.

"Who exactly are these two scoundrels?" Kurosawa Shizuki sensed a rather strange aura emanating from the two smiling men. It was faint yet persistent, inexplicably reminding her of spoiled and sour wine.

"Sister, you still haven't remembered?" Kurosawa Ai glanced at Kurosawa Shizuki with a surprised look. "They are inferior ghouls from the neighborhood, probably belonging to the Gourmet Association, our old rivals."

"Hypnotizing a lone woman on a night in Pyeongkol is, of course, just to indulge in a feast, release repressed primal instincts, and enjoy the 'cup' of a banquet."