I am the Executioner Dragon, but a cute mod

During the experiment, the clones died one by one. At first, the scholars were not too worried, but when only twenty clones of Gojo Satoru remained, a sense of tension began to spread among the scholars.

With the wealth accumulated by the Panxing Sect, it would be extremely difficult to conduct experiments an unlimited number of times. If this experiment fails, the scholars will not only fail to receive their compensation, but they may not even be able to return home.

So the scholars put in their utmost effort, carefully checked for errors in the previous experiments, and then cautiously implanted the grass sword into the clone.

Death, death, and more death.

The deaths of several clones left the researchers with almost no hope of success. The data displayed on the instruments was perfectly accurate, and the experiment should have succeeded on the forty-eighth attempt. However, not only the fifty-seventh attempt, but the next four attempts also failed.

The scholars knew very well that if the clone was normal and the experimental procedures were normal, then the problem could only be the Grass Sword, or rather, the will of the Eight-Headed Serpent within it.

But can scholars influence will? The scholars were helpless about this and could only continue their experiments, trying to get the Orochi to agree.

They continued the experiment several more times, and when only three clones remained, perhaps the Yamata no Orochi got tired of all the experiments, the Grass Sword miraculously merged into the clones.

Under the blessing of this ancient curse, the cloned Gojo Satoru's body seemed to twitch, and black curse marks slowly appeared on the surface of his strong body.

The runes almost covered the entire forearm, with a jet-black ring on the chest, and the rest of the runes radiating outwards like rays of light, adding a touch of divinity to this perfect body.

This appearance is a manifestation of power reaching its peak. The iconic figure is Ryoumen Sukuna, the vicious and cursed king from a thousand years ago.

The scholars were incredulous at the success of the experiment. After they came to their senses, they happily summoned the higher-ups of the Panxing Sect.

A short while later, the high-ranking members of the Panxing Cult arrived at the experimental base by elevator. Standing in front of the three-meter-high incubation chamber, they almost laughed their teeth out at the sight of the perfect body with its eyes closed and covered in incantations.

One of the senior executives said:

"Good! Good! Good! With him, killing Gojo Satoru is no longer an unattainable dream. Gojo Satoru's body combined with the consciousness of Yamata no Orochi will definitely be ridiculously strong!"

Another high-ranking official said:

"From this day forward, we will no longer fear the world of sorcery! The Three Families and the Sorcery Specialist will all bow down before the Panxing Sect!"

Some higher-ups also said:

"Lord Tianyuan, did you see that? We did it..."

The high-ranking officials chatted amongst themselves, as if victory was already within their grasp after successfully fusing the grass sword with the five clones. However, none of them noticed that the clones soaking in the incubation chamber behind them quietly opened their eyes.

Unlike Gojo Satoru's beautiful azure eyes, the clone's eyes were blood-red, but they lacked any bloodlust or murderous impulse.

He calmly swept his gaze across everyone present. At first, he didn't understand what they were saying, but gradually, he understood the meaning of their words and learned the purpose of his birth.

The background is that the existence of Gojo prevented these people from serving their god "Tengen", so they decided to use Kusanagi and a Gojo clone to create a puppet that could fight Gojo.

The clone was very dissatisfied with this answer. Since a thousand years ago, he had been a being above both monsters and humans. How could he now be at the mercy of humans?

So he stretched out his index finger and touched the thick glass of the culture chamber. With a "crack", the glass shattered into pieces, and the nutrient solution gushed out from the gap.

This commotion immediately caught the attention of the higher-ups of the Panxing Cult, who were popping champagne in the middle of the room. Seeing the clone begin to move autonomously, they were startled and quickly asked the scholars:

"What happened? How did he start moving by himself?"

The scholars were completely dumbfounded when they saw this. The fact that the clone was moving on its own was something they had never expected!

A tense atmosphere spread throughout the experimental base. Sensing something amiss, the guards arrived and surrounded the clone that had punctured the incubation chamber.

The clone remained silent, his eyes calm and undisturbed. After stepping out of the incubation chamber, he hovered in the air, about a foot above the ground.

As a clone of Gojo Satoru, the clone's height of 1.9 meters already far exceeded that of most people present. After levitating, it looked like a god looking down on mortals.

"Hey, can you understand me?"

In order to find out whether the current clone was acting on instinct or had encountered some accident, a high-ranking member of the Panxing Cult boldly bypassed the guards and came to stand in front of the clone, looking down at him.

The clone remained silent, and just when everyone thought he would remain silent indefinitely, he spoke:

"Heh... I am Yamata no Orochi, who reigns supreme over all things in the world. My existence is solely to maintain the balance of heaven and earth, but humans and demons have already broken this balance."

Therefore, I will personally take charge and restore order.

The words were devoid of any emotion, sounding like a unilateral pronouncement from someone in a superior position, and the voice, which was neither male nor female, gave everyone present an immense sense of oppression.

At this point, a scholar realized that as a clone, even if it possessed consciousness, it was roughly equivalent to an infant. There was only one possibility that it could act and speak independently.

The person standing in front of me is none other than Yamata no Orochi himself!

The scholar felt a chill run down his spine. To save his life, he didn't make a scene but instead cautiously retreated, trying to escape before the situation got out of control.

However, most of the high-ranking members of the Panxing Cult have developed mental problems due to their excessive worship of Tianyuan. For example, a high-ranking member who was face-to-face with the clone reacted as if his sore spot had been touched upon after hearing the clone's words:

"You say you are above all things in the world? Does that include Lord Tianyuan? Do you think you are worthy?"

Chapter 121: Taking Over the Panxing Cult

Upon hearing this, the clone's attention was drawn to it. He looked at the person, not annoyed, but simply said in that voice that was neither male nor female:

"Tengen? Hmph... He's nothing but a fellow who goes against the laws of nature. I will personally wipe him out, and I will also purge all the monsters and humans who disrupt the balance."

Until the world returns to its original state.

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing the clone utter such treasonous words as "eradicate Tianyuan," the high-ranking members of the Panxing Cult were so enraged that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. They gritted their teeth and roared:

"You've gone completely mad! How dare you blaspheme Lord Tianyuan like this! You... you're asking for death!"

As he spoke, the high-ranking member of the Star Cult looked at the guards surrounding the clones and said:

"Quickly! Destroy this defective product! We can't let this thing continue to exist in this world! It's a colossal blasphemy!"

After the Panxing Cult leaders finished speaking, everyone expected to see the guards rush forward and kill this arrogant clone. However, the reality was quite the opposite.

The guards, seeing the clone's domineering demeanor and the sun-shaped rune on its chest representing terrifying power, knew very well that this was no match for them and therefore dared not approach.

"Reverse! Reverse!"

The high-ranking members of the Star Cult were furious. To them, this place was a scene of a massive rebellion. They glared at the clones that they had to look up to meet their gazes, their blood boiling, and they unleashed a powerful punch at the clones' vital points.

Just as the attack was about to hit the clone, the clone's figure vanished instantly. When it reappeared, it was behind a high-ranking member of the Panxing Cult, pressing its finger against his head.

Without a word, the strange power formed by the fusion of Yamata no Orochi and the five demons shattered the heads of the Panxing Sect's high-ranking members in the next second.

boom.

Blood and bits of flesh splattered everywhere, landing on the faces of the guards and on the clothes of the scholars and other high-ranking officials, but the clones closest to them remained untouched by blood.

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud, its blood quickly staining the ground red. The horrific scene turned everyone present pale, for at that moment, they felt the terrifying curse power of the clone that covered the entire underground base.

Such a total amount of magical power is simply inhuman.

Some of them were trembling, some collapsed to the ground, and some even knelt down, saying things like, "Don't kill me, I'll do anything."

Faced with this chaotic and unsettling scene, the clone remained expressionless. He ignored the panic of the people and instead unilaterally delivered his divine pronouncement:

"Heh... I am the balance. A thousand years ago, Ryoumen Sukuna dared to overturn this principle. Now, I have suppressed the power of humans and demons to a state of balance with all living beings."

"My existence alone is insufficient to maintain balance; from this day forward, the only god you should worship is me."

Upon hearing this, no one present dared to utter a word of dissent, after all, the corpse of the high-ranking member of the Panxing Sect who had been shot in the head was still warm.

However, to completely control the entire Panxing Sect, the agreement of those present was far from sufficient. To prevent the clones from taking their anger out of ignorance, one of the high-ranking members knelt forward, his expression respectful and his lips trembling:

"My lord, we few alone cannot make decisions for the entire Panxing Sect. To take control of the entire Panxing Sect, we must gain the consent of all the higher-ups..."

Upon hearing this, the clone cast a glance at the high-ranking official, lingering on him for a long time until the official was nearly terrified, before finally speaking:

"Is that so? You may take me with you, and I will personally settle this matter."

These words undoubtedly brought a huge sigh of relief to the Panxing Cult's higher-ups. Their tense nerves finally had a chance to catch their breath. He cautiously looked at the clone and asked:

"Yes, sir, but... I don't know how to address you..."

The clone remained silent for a moment, his thoughts drifting back a thousand years. He felt no regret, only a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both reflection and reflection).

"Abandon Orochi, call me [Great Serpent]..."

And so, the clone named Serpent, under the leadership of the Panxing Cult, returned to the surface.

In order to survive, the leaders of the Panxing Cult went to great lengths to gather core cadres, financial backers, and people with high credibility in a council hall that could accommodate hundreds of people.

Once everyone had arrived, the council hall was nearly full, and the atmosphere was incredibly noisy. They were all discussing why the high-ranking members of the Panxing Sect had been summoned here, and they speculated that such a large-scale event must be related to the survival of the Panxing Sect.

After the high-ranking member of the Star Cult took the stage, he slammed his hand on the table. The "thud" echoed throughout the hall through the loudspeaker, quickly silencing the crowd.

Seeing everyone looking at him, the high-ranking member of the Panxing Sect took a deep breath and uttered words that shook the entire audience:

"I won't say anything unnecessary. I called everyone here today to announce something important... From now on, the Panxing Sect will be taken over by the Great Serpent. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

After these words were spoken, there was a brief silence for a few seconds. Once everyone realized what the Chu Panxing Sect leaders had said, a cheer erupted.

"What? Take over the Panxing Cult? Are you kidding me! The Panxing Cult has always made decisions collectively. Why should one person concentrate all power? This will lead the Panxing Cult to its demise!"

"Who is the Great Serpent? I've never heard of him. In terms of seniority, I should be the one to inherit the Panxing Sect."

"Letting a complete stranger whose name I've never even heard of take over the Panxing Cult, are you crazy or am I? I couldn't make that decision without a ten-year stroke..."

There were various opinions at the scene, with the majority being skeptical and the remainder being clearly opposed. As for those in favor, who would agree with a stranger when their own interests might be at risk?

Seeing that things were not going well, the high-ranking members of the Panxing Sect sighed, quickly stepped down from the stage, went through the back door, and cautiously spoke to the giant serpent who was reading "The Tale of the Heike":

"My lord, things aren't going well. Most people seem unwilling for you to take over the Panxing Sect. What do you think we should do...?"

Upon hearing this, the giant serpent gently closed the book, placed it on the table beside it, and then walked towards the back door, leaving behind only the words:

“I will go and tell them.”

At this, the Panxing Sect leader couldn't help but recall the bloody scene in the underground experimental base. He shuddered and felt pity for the people in the hall...

When the giant serpent arrived on the stage, the people who had been discussing among themselves were immediately drawn to its strange appearance:

His body was strong yet not bulky, covered in black runes. Beneath his snow-white, tousled hair were a pair of blood-red eyes, devoid of any emotion. Upon arriving on the stage, disregarding everyone's expectations, he announced directly:

"From this day forward, I shall be the only god of the Panxing Sect."

After these incredibly arrogant words were uttered, everyone was temporarily intimidated by the serpent's transcendent aura. Upon regaining their senses, someone immediately stood up to object:

"You think you're so special just because you say so? The one and only god? You're more like a lunatic!"

"Yes, yes, only Lord Tianyuan can be called a god. What are you?"

"Get down..."

Hearing this, the giant snake was not angry. He scanned the entire scene and saw clearly those who opposed him or even insulted him.

He said nothing, as that would be a waste of breath; he simply raised his hand slightly, and beams of purplish-black light instantly pierced through all the opponents.