Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1007 Crazy Belief
“You mean, we’re like this monkey too?” Carter said.

"That's right. Some of your traditional customs and family taboos, like the water spray nozzles in this experiment, you don't know their origins, you just follow the family precepts and keep them."

Even though the sprinkler head had been removed over the long years, the harsh family rules made it an insurmountable boundary.

If you could know the reasons behind it all, perhaps your lives would be completely changed? Even if you didn't dismantle it, as humans, we could try to dismantle it; after all, we're not monkeys, we can understand the power of a showerhead.

Yin Mingzi said.

Carter took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment: "Please tell me."

“I would also like to hear about our family’s past,” Kanae said.

Yin Mingzi: "Well, and I can not only tell you these things, I can also tell you what your master wants to achieve by using you."

Of course, if we're going to talk about this, I have to reveal some of my secrets. I need to perform a ritual from the waning moon to make sure it's good for both of us.

The decision rests with you.

Carter thought for a moment.

He didn't necessarily need to know the master's purpose, but... if he could see the whole game from the perspective of a chess player, even a chess piece would be happy to play.

At least that way the pieces can know whether they are being sacrificed and can choose when to withdraw.

“I also know that the Crescent Moon’s secret ritual is a very common one. Can’t we use a common, universal ritual?” Carter asked cautiously.

Yin Mingzi shook his head: "Unfortunately, it won't work. Rituals also have levels. My secret is very important, and my ritual is extraordinary. According to the Bureau of Control's level definition, it is EX level."

"An EX-level ceremony? Can it be held so casually?" Kanae Angang looked skeptical.

“Not all top-level rituals require a high price. Some rituals can only be used by a select few, and the high price behind them was paid long ago. So I can start the ritual without paying any price.”

It can also be viewed not as a ritual, but simply as a capability, a capability that has been bestowed upon one.

Carter listened, pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Li Mingzheng, who was lying on the sofa watching a movie, and said, "Teacher Li."

"Hmm?" Li Mingzheng looked up. He hadn't participated in the conversation at all, nor was he listening.

“There’s been a slight problem with the plan. Our conversation with this lady might affect whether the plan can proceed smoothly. If something unexpected happens… you might not be able to get Xia Shou’s skin,” Carter said.

Li Mingzheng's expression immediately turned serious. He used the same tone as the person who looked like him to ask earnestly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

“If something happens to Miss Kanae and me, you’ll kill her for us,” Carter said.

Li Mingzheng stared at Yin Mingzi for a few seconds, then nodded: "I understand."

Carter turned back to Yin Mingzi and said, "It's just a little bit of insurance, you don't mind, do you?" "Of course I don't mind, I always tell the truth. Now, I'm going to begin the ritual. Don't resist the moonlight." As Yin Mingzi spoke, she drew the curtains, plunging the room into a darker environment.

Immediately afterwards, moonlight, from an unknown source, shone down, illuminating the room in a silvery-gray hue.

Carter and Kanae could both clearly feel that the moonlight felt like very warm water on their skin, as if it were about to penetrate.

The sensation is indescribable. The light has the feel and warmth of water, but without the oppressive feeling of water pressure, like a very, very thin layer of warm water covering the body.

"I'll go first," Yin Mingzi said.

After she finished speaking, her body slowly became transparent and finally disappeared.

Carter and Kanae exchanged a glance and followed each other's instructions, not resisting the flow of moonlight. As the moonlight flowed in, Li Mingzheng on the sofa next to them slowly became transparent, while Yin Mingzi, who had just disappeared, gradually reappeared in the air.

"Well then, let's begin." Yin Mingzi sat down comfortably on the sofa. "This is the copying area of ​​the space we were just in. Please make yourself at home."

Yin Mingzi watched the two people sit down, nodded, tilted his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "Where should we start? Should we start with His Highness Carter, or Miss An Gang, or your lord's... or, mine?"
Let me start with mine, and then you'll understand why I made the trip to visit you.

You don't need to know the name of the master I serve. You only need to know that if he/she ascends to heaven and takes over, his/her name will be "Former Perpetual Calendar," and you two can address him/her directly as that.

"Ascension substitution?!"

“That’s right, our Six-Eyed Sect exists for the sake of the previous ten-thousand-year calendar,” Yin Mingzi said.

Carter noticed that the other person directly referred to the master she served as the "former perpetual calendar," which showed that she had great confidence and respect for the person she served!

Generally speaking, people refer to their leaders with honorific titles such as "Master," "Your Excellency," or "Master." Directly using such superstitious titles to address a leader usually occurs in small, fanatical cults. The cult leader uses various fabricated stories to brainwash the followers, thus creating this kind of fanaticism.

Even slightly more normal cults would not use the name of their ascension to address their leader, because that would be too arrogant. A leader with a sound mind would not be happy to be flattered like that. Even if they had such thoughts, they would not say the name of their ascension, but would spread it as a title or nickname in the human world.

Just like in chaotic times, even a powerful warlord wouldn't allow his subordinates to call him emperor.

No one cares if a small cult in a remote mountain village declares itself king or emperor, because it can be crushed at any time. But if a feudal lord suddenly proclaims himself emperor and sets an era name, that's a different story.

Because... just as there can only be one emperor, there are only seven seats for those who hold the title or act on behalf of the emperor.

Countless people aspire to ascension, but the number "seven" remains unchanged throughout history. Self-appointing oneself as an agent is akin to lighting a lamp in a dark forest, easily attracting attacks and sabotage from other ambitious individuals lurking in the shadows.

The leader of the Six-Eyed Cult before them emphasized the name of his master before addressing him directly, which was simply... simply fanaticism to the extreme!
Of course, it's also possible that the other party only refers to the being behind the crescent moon in this way during the ritual protected by this crescent moon.

"Our sect is a small sect with very few members, but it has existed for over ten thousand years. Although its name has changed several times, we have always existed."

(End of this chapter)