Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

“I call this helping others for fun, how can it be considered being a hooligan?”

Han Chuan You looked at Anna, whose little face was still rosy, next to him.

"Anna, I think I've become addicted to being hit by you. I can't live without you anymore. Remember to take responsibility for me."

Anna Yagyu's pupils dilated: "Senpai...you...I..."

The girl was stunned by his sudden, bizarre words; her head was practically spinning, and she started stammering.

Han Chuan You smiled, "So cute..."

"You pervert, do you want me to give you a few whacks?"

Yagyu Genon gritted his teeth in anger.

Han Chuan You waved his hand with a smile, saying with disdain, "Forget about you, you hit too hard, it hurts. Anna is much gentler."

"Anna, grab him!" Yagyu Genon rubbed his hands together, eager to get started.

"I?!"

Anna Yagyu looked stunned.

Han Chuanyou opened her arms wide: "Come on, if you don't hold me tight, I'll break free."

Anna Yagyu was very conflicted, her face flushed, and in her haste she grabbed his waist and said, "Then you can't move, hurry up, sister."

"Anna!"

Yagyu Genon was stunned by her sister's actions.

There are cows...

She stepped forward and pulled the girl away from Han Chuan You's arms.

Why are you listening to him?

Anna Yagyu said innocently, "What you said makes sense, senior. I'm not as strong as my sister."

"He's a pervert..."

Yagyu Genon quickly pulled his younger sister aside and gave her some instructions, hoping to deepen the impression in her mind.

Han Chuanyou glanced around, ignoring the envious, jealous, and hateful looks in their eyes:

"Let's go. Didn't we say we were going for coffee? I'm having a good time today, it's on me."

Subsequently, he was naturally beaten up by Yagyu Genon.

After leaving the coffee shop, the group went to a nearby shopping mall and helped the two sisters buy some trinkets that young girls like.

They had lunch at a ramen shop, and considering Han Chuanyou's preferences, the two girls accompanied him to the arcade for a while in the afternoon.

Stepping out of the arcade, Anna Yagyu held her newly won plush toy in her arms, her little face beaming with a sweet smile.

Yagyu Genon has lost his previous sharp edge, and his originally aloof temperament has softened considerably.

"Alright, I have things to do this afternoon, I should go."

Han Chuanyou stopped and checked the time.

"Oh," Anna Yagyu responded, hugging the doll in her arms tighter, her eyes filled with reluctance.

In the girl's eyes, aside from being a bit unreliable, Han Chuan You usually acts like a reassuring older brother, completely different from his usually taciturn older sister. He's very interesting to be around, and she had a lot of fun today.

Yagyu Genon nodded slightly, then, recalling her previous experiences, her eyes held a hint of resentment:

"Then we'll head back. I'll remember what happened today."

"Whatever, I'm leaving."

Han Chuanyou smiled and waved his hand.

……

After parting ways with the two sisters, Han Chuan You did not go straight home.

Today is the day that the so-called Lev Truth Cult is holding its members' conference.

Since it is said that the Grim Reaper will descend, and as the one in charge, I certainly cannot be absent.

When he reappeared in a deserted alley, he had a completely different face.

Not far from the congregational assembly, a commotion on the street caught his attention.

"Believe me, the money is gone, but my daughter absolutely cannot be spared. Please, that Truth Cult is a fake..."

On the side of the street, a woman was clutching a man's daughter, pleading desperately.

The man shoved the woman away, his eyes burning with a stubborn intensity.

"I'm doing this so that our family can receive the blessings of the gods. Once my daughter becomes a saint, the gods will definitely see our sincerity, and our family will definitely get back on track. Let me go!"

The girl, who looked about eleven or twelve years old and still had a childish face, burst into tears when she saw her mother fall to the ground: "Mommy! Daddy, don't hit Mommy, I don't want to go..."

The man ignored her pleas and insisted on taking his daughter back.

Han Chuanyou stepped forward and reached out to stop him:

“Stop right there! You are suspected of child trafficking. I have already notified the police.”

“This is my family matter, what’s it to you?”

Seeing that Han Chuanyou was an outsider interfering, the man tried to push him away.

"What does this have to do with me?" Han Chuanyou punched the man in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

The woman who had fallen to the ground quickly got up and hugged her daughter tightly.

Han Chuanyou looked at the man who had gotten up again, his eyes filled with disgust.

These people who have been brainwashed by the church really lack the common sense that ordinary people should have.

He actually brought his own daughter along; he was practically pushing her into a fire pit.

The so-called saintess of the church is not that simple; she is probably just using this glamorous facade to do some despicable things.

His disgust for the Lev Truth Cult deepened.

How many shady dealings does this church harbor? Today, he's going to see for himself.

"You wait, you're blaspheming! Death will punish you."

The man glanced at Han Chuanyou one last time, then looked at his wife with burning eyes:

"Today is the day death comes, Xing, just you wait. The gods will protect our family, and you'll see that everything I've done was right."

Unable to take his daughter with him immediately, the man chose to give up and quickly headed towards the location of the church assembly.

Chapter 74: Time's almost up.

The meeting of believers was held in Toshima Ward, in a residential area between Kanamecho and Senkawa.

This is a large Japanese-style mansion with a spacious area. The high gray-black courtyard walls give it a somewhat solemn appearance.

People were coming and going from the house. Judging from the looks in the eyes of passersby, everyone was avoiding these eccentric cultists, clearly knowing what was going on inside.

The government couldn't possibly be unaware that such a cult stronghold was located so openly next to a residential area.

The reason for turning a blind eye is probably to maintain a stable base of votes among the followers. For these brainwashed people, as long as the leader supports whoever is elected, getting them to vote is just a matter of a word.

Moreover, there must be a lot of illegal transactions going on behind the scenes.

Two guards dressed in red robes stood on either side of the entrance to the mansion, with samurai swords at their waists, checking the identity of each follower.

Han Chuanyou took an unconventional approach, disappearing into the ground and heading straight into the courtyard.

Underground, the mansion was laid bare before him. It was very large, probably four or five hundred square meters, and the interior decoration was somewhat incongruous.

A Buddhist lotus lamp hangs next to a Christian cross, a Buddha statue is placed next to a statue of the Virgin Mary, and incense sticks burn in an incense burner. It's as if Eastern and Western religious elements have been randomly pieced together, making it seem more and more absurd the more you look at it.

Various slogans were written on the white cloths hanging around.

If the world is to be destroyed, the cult leader, as the messenger of the gods, will lead his followers to ascend to the heavens.

It's all utter nonsense.

Those who believe these things have a questionable level of understanding.

That makes sense; it's a kind of selection process, aimed at choosing people who are easy to control.

At this moment, in the open space in the center, the believers arrived one after another. These people were of all ages, about a hundred people in total, all kneeling on the cushions with devout expressions.

[A demonic cult stronghold has been discovered, plundering the people's wealth and spreading falsehoods; their crimes are heinous and deserve death...]

The subtitles arrived late, but they did.

In his eyes, each of these followers revealed their own identity, such as demon servants, deacons, protectors, and so on...

Han Chuan remained underground, quietly waiting for the right moment. Once all the followers had gathered, that would be the time for him to make his move.

A moment later, the door was tightly closed.

A young woman dressed in a white robe emerged from the main house, bearing the insignia of a demon envoy, and loudly proclaimed, "Welcome, Master!"

Upon hearing this, the followers all knelt down and shouted, "Long live the leader!"

Soon, a middle-aged man with a large belly, a kind face, a strangely shaped wooden staff in his hand, and wearing a white robe, walked out with a swaying gait.

Compared to other white-robed followers, the men's robes were decorated with gold lines, making them appear quite solemn.

Behind him followed two burly men with menacing faces, who looked like sumo wrestlers, with the titles of two great protectors on the left and right of their heads.

The two men were very tall, nearly 1.9 meters, and each time they stepped on the ground, it seemed to shake the ground, highlighting the imposing presence of the cult leader in front of them.

The cheers of the crowd inspired the newcomers to the church, and their eyes filled with a hint of admiration.

Shuhei Ohno, the leader of the Lev Shinsengumi, slowly walked up to the central wooden platform.

He looked around, his narrow eyes revealing kindness and compassion, as if he were truly a saint who saves all living beings.

May the Holy Lord bless you!

He leaned closer to the microphone, opened his arms, and spoke in a loud voice with a certain inspiring tone.

"Recently, the Holy Lord heard of the deep suffering and rampant evil in the mortal world, and specially sent down the Grim Reaper, who is famous throughout Tokyo, to cleanse the world of its filth! The Holy Lord said that as long as you are devout enough, you will receive the protection of the Grim Reaper, stay away from disasters, and gain eternal life!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers, many with tears in their eyes, shouting "Holy Lord above!"

Shuhei Ohno nodded in satisfaction, his expression still kind and gentle.

The public's clamor made him seem as if he had truly become the so-called representative of the gods' power on earth.

Before these followers, he was a god, and their wives, daughters, and property belonged to him, to be enjoyed at his disposal.

He raised his hand and pressed down lightly, then changed the subject:

"However, the arrival of Lord Death requires you to greet him with the purest spirit and flesh."

Your possessions, your families, your bodies—these are all trials given by the Lord.

Only through selfless dedication can one gain Death's approval and ascend to paradise in the impending apocalypse!

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly seductive:

"The Lord has issued a divine decree that every believer should donate their household property to the church in order to accumulate merit."

If your wives and daughters are chosen as saints and receive the infusion from the Holy Lord, it will be their greatest glory!

Next, we will hold a sacred and blissful ceremony. By fully engaging in it, you will be with the Holy Lord and Death, sharing in heavenly joy!

Below the stage, many people's eyes became glazed and feverish.

Several girls dressed in white gauze dresses were led to the front of the stage. They were of varying ages and had blank expressions, yet they were forced to put on a professional smile.

These are the so-called saintesses, who are actually nothing more than playthings for the pleasure of the church's upper echelons, and today, they will probably have to participate in this revelry as well.

Han Chuanyou looked at this absurd scene and thought of those so-called holy waters, which were nothing more than tap water with added painkillers, yet they claimed to cure all diseases.

This set of lies about sacrificing one's wife and daughters for a blissful ritual is a classic example of a cult's money-making and debauchery tactics.

But those believers in the audience chose to believe.

As the incongruous church music began, the crowd circled the courtyard to the beat, their expressions devout, swaying their bodies and chanting incantations.

As time went on, the followers gradually drew closer to each other, their eyes growing increasingly fervent as they cheered for the upcoming carnival.

"The ceremony begins! Let us, amidst the flames of desire, discern the mysteries of truth and prepare for the coming of death!"