When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

[The Chosen One of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom, Okita Kyoo, has fallen, and punishment has begun. A strange invasion will occur in Tamaki City in ten minutes.]

"Baka! That idiot Okita Kyoo, how dare he be such a useless piece of trash!"

"The Japanese have already widely disseminated information about the dangers and basic common sense of the supernatural world during this period, yet he's still so useless, utterly hopeless!"

"Damn it, if he weren't an orphan with no other family, his entire family would have to commit seppuku to atone for their sins against the entire nation of Japan!"

Seeing that their chosen one was such a useless piece of trash, dying so quickly...

The top officials of Japan were also in a state of shock, almost collectively developing high blood pressure.

Compared to the previous chosen ones, Kyoto Okita, this fat otaku, single-handedly lowered the bar.

They were wiped out in less than a few hours. They're not much better than other small countries. They've completely disgraced Japan.

The people of Tamaki City, who were implicated, hurled a torrent of abuse at the deceased Kyoto Okita.

Ten minutes later, Tamaki City was completely overrun and invaded by a strange entity.

...

At the same time, there are still many chosen ones in situations like Kyoo Okita; not all chosen ones have excellent mental fortitude.

When fear strikes, most ordinary people are at a loss, subconsciously forgetting everything, trembling like lambs to the slaughter.

However, some of the chosen ones, while gripped by fear, were still able to maintain a degree of rationality and find a glimmer of hope.

"Sister Hilde, save me!"

Park Jeon-ki of the Great Stick Kingdom, Rossman of the Ottoman Empire, and Klosso of the Romantic Kingdom immediately sought help from Sister Hilde.

As stated in Rule Two, Sister Hilde can provide most of the help to the Chosen Ones, which naturally includes the option of protection!

And it was this very action of theirs that gave them a glimmer of hope!

Sister Hilde coughed slightly.

The ugly, disgusting pig-faced butcher fled the church like a frightened chick, not daring to linger for even a moment.

Sister Hilde, expressionless, addressed the stunned Chosen One before her:

"Father, you must maintain your dignity."

...

"You rude wretch, you dare to challenge God's authority in the church and lay a hand on God's apostles?"

"Kneel down!"

Father Davis of the Bald Eagle Empire, holding a cross and a Bible, pointed at the wooden board in front of him and solemnly rebuked it.

The pig-faced butcher, who had just stood up, was startled by the sudden reprimand before he could even make a move. His ugly and disgusting face was full of surprise and uncertainty, as if he was very hesitant.

A pair of enormous pig eyes met Father Davis's gaze through the hole in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Father, I was blinded by desire!"

The pig-faced butcher knelt down again, lowered his head, and his voice became calm.

"God will forgive you if you truly repent!"

Seeing that he had successfully intimidated the pig-faced butcher, Father Davis appeared calm and composed, but in reality, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the church had a significant deterrent effect on the town's residents!

As long as one can control the fear in one's heart and maintain dignity and mystery, one can naturally intimidate the evil people in front of one's eyes in the name of God.

If everything is related to God, it will generally make people wary.

Fortunately, he already had a wealth of experience in "playing the supernatural" in the real world, and had long since honed his mental fortitude to an extremely high level.

Even when terrified, they will still subconsciously make the habitual reactions they have had for many years.

Of course, if he failed to intimidate the other party, then he would have no choice but to ask Sister Hilde for help.

"The deathly aura has dissipated; it seems this crisis has been averted!"

Father Davis's eyes gleamed as he watched the dense death aura vanish before him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After entering the Ghost Story instance, he awakened the S-rank talent ability [Death Prediction], which allows him to see the presence of death energy before making any choice.

The denser the death aura, the greater the likelihood of death.

However, death energy is not static, but constantly changing.

Soon, after a lot of persuasion and great effort, Father Davis finally managed to swindle the pig-faced butcher next door away.

He passed this test without any external force, relying solely on his own abilities.

...

Aaron of the Sunset Empire was also listening to the pig-faced butcher's "simp story".

However, compared to Father Davis's constant words of comfort, Aaron remained silent and didn't utter a single word after entering the room.

Only the pig-faced butcher inside the confessional continued to speak.

The pig-faced butcher, who hadn't heard the priest speak, was now somewhat surprised. A cold look gradually appeared on his face. Thinking that the other party was frightened by him, he silently stood up and slowly pointed his butcher knife at the wooden partition in front of him.

"Father, before that, I want to do one last thing, to receive God's forgiveness again..."

bang——

The sharp butcher's knife pierced through the wooden partition and thrust towards its target.

However, the expected sensation did not occur; instead, the needle pierced nothing.

The pig-faced butcher's expression suddenly changed drastically. He realized that the other party had long since left the priest's room, and he hadn't noticed at all. He had been talking to thin air all along!

But how is that possible?!

Even if he were incredibly stupid, he couldn't possibly have ignored the other person's departure!

"Assassinating a priest is a grave sin!"

Aaron's cold voice suddenly rang out from outside the confessional.

Aaron, dressed in priest's robes, had already appeared outside, using his "invisible man" talent, and had made all the arrangements.

At this moment, the outside of the confessional was splashed with a layer of corpse oil that emitted a strange fragrance.

With the clash of two flints, the sparks instantly ignited the confessional in front of them, unleashing a raging inferno that completely engulfed the wooden house.

The pig-faced butcher inside the house suddenly let out a shrill scream and frantically pounded on the wooden door in front of him.

The flames seemed to have a strong restraining effect on him, filling his voice with fear and dread.

Aaron stood outside expressionlessly, ignoring Sister Hilde's astonished gaze, his eyes fixed on the confessional chamber engulfed in flames.

Despite the intense heat of the flames, he remained standing in the same spot.

In his hand, the jar with its strange patterns seemed to come alive, radiating faint light, and blood-like threads slowly retracted from the depths of his wrist.

His face was slightly pale, but the light in his eyes grew even brighter.

The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

Constantly running away will only lead to certain death!

To survive, you must establish authority and instill fear in others!