After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

"The matter of attacking the Dawn Church... is not urgent and can be put on hold for now."

"Our current goal is to intervene in the royal selection ceremony of the Aran Empire, which will take place soon."

“Once the plan succeeds, we can support a successor for the Goodwill Order to take the stage.”

……

After the leader of the religious sect finished speaking with a solemn expression, he noticed that the surrounding followers all seemed quite calm.

He even heard a few people sigh with regret.

It seems that compared to heresy such as storming the Black Tower and attacking the Dawn Church, the secret plan described by the cult leader suddenly became rather dull.

Sigh, my ass!

That would be a major event involving direct intervention in the struggle for the future succession of a great empire.

This is also a great opportunity for our Ironmoon Order to make a name for ourselves in one battle, step onto the stage of the Western Continent, and become famous throughout the world.

Why are you expressing regret here?

Do you really think you can take down the Black Tower and the Dawn Church with just a few of you?

The leader of the cult took a deep breath, trying to maintain his dignified demeanor.

He slowly began to speak: "This matter comes from the highest divine decree of the Lord, and has been personally confirmed by several divine messengers."

As soon as the name of the Lord was invoked, the previously somewhat lax believers became serious again.

The leader of the cult looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

Although these subordinates are a bit stupid, their loyalty is impeccable.

If things become unmanageable and we need to run away, these people will be the best cannon fodder.

"What we need to do now is to conserve our energy in the next few days and be ready to cooperate with the divine envoys at any time."

He pointed a finger at one of his trusted followers.

"Go and pray to the Lord, ask Him to send down a divine message, informing you of the rituals and preparations needed for the coming of His incarnation."

"Yes."

The trusted confidant who had been singled out nodded, accepted the order, and left.

The leader of the cult watched the other man's retreating figure, lost in thought.

As a seventh-tier warrior, he was one of the higher-ups in the Ironmoon Order and was qualified to access some relatively confidential information.

For this reason, the religious leaders were well aware that the royal selection ceremony involved many complexities, and almost every candidate for the throne had extremely powerful backup plans.

Ultimately, it may involve clashes at the quasi-legendary or even legendary levels.

Normally, even a seventh-tier warrior like him wouldn't be qualified to intervene in a battle of this magnitude.

Not to mention the other third- and fourth-tier followers.

However, cultists are called cultists because they have special methods.

The idol that the believers worshipped day and night was one of the backup plans prepared by their religious group.

When necessary, a portion of the faith power within the idol can be mobilized, allowing the incarnation of the Lord to descend to the mortal world with the help of faith.

However, a descent of this scale, depending on the magnitude of its power, requires extensive preparation beforehand.

This includes, but is not limited to, initiation ceremonies and offerings.

The trusted aide returned quickly.

However, the confidant wore a confused and uncertain expression.

"leader……"

"Hmm?" The leader of the cult was somewhat dissatisfied with the other party's confused and uncertain attitude, and urged, "Speak quickly, what kind of behavior is this, hesitating like this?"

The confidant hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked to the leader of the cult and whispered a few words.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the stern gaze of the cult leader.

"Ridiculous! You've been with me for so long, and you can't even handle such a small matter?"

The confidant hesitated before defending himself: "But the Lord's oracle did indeed command us to do so."

"Absurd!" The cult leader laughed angrily. "I ask you, what kind of place is this?"

"This order was founded to serve our supreme Lord, the 'Iron-Patterned Moon,' but we are targeted by heretics such as the Dawn Church, so we have no choice but to conceal our whereabouts and act in secrecy."

"Yes! So you knew we were a secret force wanted by the authorities, not the Empire's Red Cross Foundation?"

The cult leader was so angry he laughed. He had lost all trust in his trusted confidant and decided to take matters into his own hands.

He knelt before the bronze statue, drew a full moon symbol on his chest, and recited the prayer again.

Then, he spoke in devout words.

"Most High, Great Lord—"

"Your devout followers pray to you, asking for your grace to allow your incarnation to descend and to inform us of the preparations that need to be made."

As the leader of the religious group prayed, the statue began to glow faintly.

Immediately afterwards, lines of pale gold text appeared in the void before the leader of the cult.

The leader of the religious group looked up humbly—

"1. Go to the slums and rescue more than 20 wayward girls."

2. Helped elderly women cross the road more than 100 times.

"3. On magical vehicles, he gave up his seat to the elderly, the weak, the sick and disabled more than 200 times."

"4. Purchase books from the Black Tower Bookstore with a total value of no less than 150,000 Imperial Gold Coins, and each person shall write a book review of no less than 3,000 words..."

……

As the leader of this stronghold, although he had never presided over the descent of an incarnation before, he had personally experienced one of the rituals performed by the previous cult leader.

The divine message that God sent down at that time was: "Sacrifice three thousand lives with blood."

Of course, they didn't have the guts to actually find three thousand people in the capital to be used as living sacrifices.

If they really did that, the Dawn Church's Knights of Judgment and the military would probably launch a massive blockade of the entire capital the next day, and within three days they could find and wipe out all of their strongholds.

So, the leader of the believers at the time came up with a good idea.

He bought two thousand broiler chickens and one thousand domestic pigs from the Golden Deer Merchant Guild in one go, and then killed them all one by one in front of the bronze statue.

After all, the lives of chickens and pigs are lives too.

They are living beings, aren't they?

In the end, his sacrificial ritual actually had a fairly good effect.

The aftermath was that meat prices in the entire capital city rose significantly, and it took several days to recover. Their stronghold the following year was permeated with a pungent smell of chicken and pig blood, which even cleaning spells could not completely remove.

Ultimately, they had no choice but to abandon their original stronghold and move to their new one.

and so--

The phrase "sacrificing three thousand lives" and the scene of "helping an old lady cross the road" seem completely out of place.

Could I have misread it?

Snapped--

The cult leader closed his eyes and slapped himself, the crisp sound echoing throughout the stronghold.

He opened his eyes with anticipation.

But he found that the few lines of pale gold text were still clearly visible in front of him, so clear that it would be hard to miss them.

"Pfft-"

"Moriarty, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something happy."

The cult leader took a deep breath and decided to ignore the new member's offense for the time being.

After all, they are newcomers, so it's understandable that they don't know the rules.

Moreover, and more importantly, the leader of the cult felt he had grasped a bit of inspiration.

He suddenly understood why the style of the Lord's oracle was so inconsistent.

Previously, his sect had always maintained a secretive style, so the speed of recruiting members had always been quite slow.

Rituals such as "sacrificing three thousand lives" are difficult for many potential followers of the cult to accept, causing them to consider leaving.

This has led to the fact that most members of the cult are antisocial and antihuman elements who harbor deep resentment for various reasons.

After all, no normal person would want to join such a gloomy place.

Looking back now, it seems that even God discovered the drawbacks of such a clandestine development—

We want to start from the grassroots and follow a path of development that is accessible to the masses.

Whether it's rescuing wayward girls, helping elderly women cross the street, or giving up seats for the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled on magical vehicles, these are all excellent ways to improve the order's reputation among the public.