Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"Good, good, good!" He stepped forward and patted Cheng Cheng's shoulder forcefully. "From today onwards, you are also a member of our Primordial God Cult!"

"Big Brother!" Cheng Cheng called out.

"younger sister!"

"Big brother!"

“Good sister!” Cicero excitedly grabbed his hand. “Come, let’s swear a blood oath right here and now, and become brother and sister!”

Plans are in place!

Cheng Cheng burst into tears; it wasn't an act, he genuinely wanted to cry...

I've told Sylvia thirteen times that I'll clear the game in one life this time, thankfully she doesn't remember, otherwise she'd be laughing her to death right now.

Although Sylvia kept saying things like, "How do you know about that girl? Is Mr. Mambo a stalker?" "Lying is bad, and liars can't enter heaven!" "Hey, should we join the Primordial God's Cult? They're bad people!" in his mind, Cheng Cheng had already mastered the skill of ignoring her.

With a long sigh, Cicero beckoned the cultists forward: "Didn't you hear me? The sacrifice is over! I'm going to hold a welcoming ceremony for this sister's arrival!"

"But, Your Excellency..."

"No buts! Anyone who objects again will be chopped up!" Cicero glared.

"That's right!" Cheng Cheng shouted, "Chop it into minced meat—make dumplings!"

Everyone was so frightened that they shut their mouths.

A moment later, Cheng Cheng was escorted by more than a dozen cultists to the high platform. Two cultists carried a tightly bound black pig and placed it on the altar. Cicero drew his longsword, pointed it at the pig's neck, and muttered incantations.

Cheng Cheng curiously leaned over to take a look.

"puff--"

With one strike, pig's blood gushed out.

The black pig immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Awoooooo! Which beast dares to stab me? I'll fuck you! Awoooooo!"

Cheng Cheng's smile froze on his face.

He slowly turned his head to look at Cicero: "Brother, was it... was it cursing at you just now?"

Cicero, who was collecting pig's blood in a basin, was taken aback by the words: "Who? Who dares to insult me?!"

"Pig."

"Haha, little sister, you're so funny! How can a pig talk? Come on, let's swear an oath of blood! Raise the flag!"

is it?

Cheng Cheng looked at the pig that was still convulsing and felt that something was wrong.

Soon, a cultist brought out a large flag tied with a white cloth, on which was drawn a burning black flame. The cultist sucked on the pig's wound and then forcefully sprayed the blood onto the flag, which immediately stained the white flag red.

The cultists present roared in unison, their voices deafening: "Destroy human tyranny! The world belongs to the Trisolarans!"

"Destroy human tyranny! The world belongs to the Trisolarans!"

Cheng Cheng: "?!"

Uh, wait, did you guys switch channels...?

What kind of worldview is this?!

“Um, sister, let me explain to you.” Seeing that Cheng Cheng didn’t yell back, Cicero said, “This Trinity refers to the unity of the Primal Matter, the Demon, and the God. Only when the Primal Demons descend, annihilate the false gods, and reclaim the Primal Matter that belongs to them will the tyranny of mankind end.”

"Oh, oh," Cheng Cheng seemed to understand, and then raised his hand, "Destroy human tyranny! The world belongs to the Trisolarans!"

On stage: Y(^_^)Y?('ω')?

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It has to be said that the welcoming ceremony put on by this group of Tantric practitioners was quite lively. They were jumping and dancing, and it looked like they were about to cry with excitement.

Such a scene, such treatment, is practically divine. Apart from that general, only those who cosplay as Originium at comic conventions are qualified to enjoy it.

After the ceremony ended and the rain gradually stopped, the Tantric practitioners lit a bonfire and roasted a whole pig over it until it sizzled and dripped with oil, filling the air with a wonderful aroma.

Cicero enthusiastically cut off the tenderest pork hind leg and handed it to Cheng Cheng: "Here, little sister, have a taste! This wild boar is just so much more fragrant than domesticated ones. Back in my hometown, we like to roast it and put it on the table to eat..."

Cheng Cheng took the golden-brown roasted pork leg and watched Cicero and a group of cultists revel around the campfire, even releasing the terrified children from the prison cart and giving each of them a piece of meat.

"Eat, eat your fill, so you can get on your way," a cultist said with a grin.

The children were trembling like leaves and dared not eat.

Cheng Cheng felt a chill run down his spine.

These cultists are indeed all seemingly normal lunatics.

I really don't know how this game passed censorship. How can such 18+ content be downloaded so easily online? What if kids see it?

ε=('ο｀*))) Sigh...

I initially thought it was a Souls-like combat game, but it turns out I need to use my brain to navigate the story and progress through the levels. I wonder how the story will unfold later...

…………

"Awoooooo! Which beast dares to stab me? I'll fuck you! Awoooooo!"

Three kilometers away from the deserted village, under the withered branches of a giant tree, a man dressed in linen suddenly opened his eyes and let out a scream.

He clutched his neck, drenched in cold sweat. Opposite him, the black-cloaked swordsman, who had been leaning against a tree trunk with his eyes closed, heard the noise and slowly opened his eyes, his voice calm and even: "What's wrong, Finn?"

The man called Finn gasped for breath, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth: "Hooh... Captain Leo... My Peppa Pig has been killed, and the fragment of her soul hidden inside has been burned..."

"As expected."

Captain Leo's reaction was completely unwavering: "He's just a beast. He's already made the most of what he could by gathering intelligence."

"But those are my animal friends, Captain! And it hurts a lot to have your souls roasted!" Finn complained, pulling out a small bottle from his pocket, pouring out a few pills and putting them in his mouth. His complexion improved slightly.

“Stop complaining,” Leo glanced at him. “What about Owl? Is Sylvia dead?”

Finn closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something; after a moment, the expression on his face became extremely strange.

"Captain, something's not right."

"explain."

“Miss Claire…wasn’t sacrificed.” Finn’s voice was filled with disbelief. “Not only did she not die, but she also…became sworn siblings with Cicero.”

Leo sat bolt upright against the tree trunk, a crack finally appearing on his face:

"What did you say?"

“Absolutely! My owl saw it all clearly!” Finn spoke rapidly. “Cicero stopped the sacrificial ceremony and threw a welcome party for Sylvia! They’re drinking and eating around the campfire now, calling each other brothers!”

The air froze for a moment.

“That’s impossible.” Leo remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head. “I’ve seen your assessment report on Sylvia. She’s a canary raised under her parents’ wings, pious, cowardly, and naive. How could she possibly associate with the madmen of the Primal Cult?”

"I don't know either!" Finn was almost going crazy. "But seeing is believing! She looks... pretty happy!"

Leo's brow furrowed deeply.

The plan went wrong.

And that's completely wrong.

They are members of the Papal Court, and have come by His Holiness the Pope’s “Diamond Order”.

Its purpose was to witness the death of Sylvia de Claire.

If it weren't for someone within the church bribing the driver and giving Cicero an opportunity, would a mere Silver-rank Bishop of the Primordial Sect have the right to kidnap the Kingdom's Supreme Judge, a legendary powerhouse wielding the blasphemous card "Justice," one of the Kingdom's three pillars, and the apple of Count Vilette de Claire's eye?

The initial script was simple: they just needed to wait quietly here.

They waited for Sylvia to be sacrificed by Cicero, and then they would strike, killing Cicero and all the cultists, leaving behind forged evidence pointing to the kingdom's prime minister, Duke Gert.

The wrath of a legendary powerhouse is enough to turn the entire capital upside down.

The struggle between Earl Clare and Duke Geerte will disrupt the upcoming royal election, paving the way for the Papacy to completely seize control of the monarchy.

But now, the script has completely gone off track.

"Captain, what do we do?" Finn asked anxiously. "If Sylvia doesn't die, our mission won't be completed!"

Leo didn't answer; his fingers tapped rhythmically on the hilt of his sword as his mind raced.

A noblewoman, hailed as "the most dazzling diamond in the capital," was kidnapped but instead of panicking, she mingled with the cultists.

What exactly is hidden behind this?

A terrible thought surfaced in his mind.

“Finn,” Leo’s voice deepened, “do you think… is it possible that the Claire family has been involved with the cult of the Primal Gods from the very beginning?”

Finn's pupils suddenly contracted.

If this speculation is true, it will no longer be a political struggle between nobles, but a huge storm that could shake the very foundation of the kingdom's faith!

“It must be confirmed,” Leo stood up, his eyes sharp as knives, “the plan has changed. Our mission has changed from ‘witnessing death’ to ‘capturing and interrogating alive’.”

He looked at Finn: "In this remote wilderness, where communication with the Theocracy is impossible, I will exercise my discretion. If we can pry 'evidence' of the Claire family's apostasy from Sylvia—whether true or false—it will be of greater value to the Theocracy than originally planned."

Finn understood the gravity of the situation. He nodded emphatically, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Understood, Captain."

"Prepare to make your move." Leo gripped the hilt of his sword, his figure disappearing into the night. "Let this bonfire party be their last celebration."

…………

"By the Primordial God, I am Sylvia de Claire."

“I am Cicero Morric.”

"Today we vow to become sworn siblings, though not necessarily born on the same day, month, or year—"

"I only wish to die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year!"

The campfire was blazing, oil dripped and sizzled, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

Cheng Cheng pulled Cicero into a Chinese-style sworn brotherhood ceremony, and he could clearly feel that Cicero's favorability towards him had increased significantly.

Sitting down by the campfire, Cheng Cheng held a golden pork chop, gnawing on it with oil dripping from his mouth, and casually clinked his wine bowl against Cicero's beside him.

"Hey bro, let's have a drink!"