The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

"O Mother Goddess of desire and the moon, great matriarch of life, eternal maternity beyond the spiritual realm."

"This is the hymn of the sincere, this is the feast of spirit and soul, this is the delicacy of blood and flesh."

"Your devoted believer, An Su Moningsta, offers up a gift, dedicating the heretical sufferer upon the altar to You—"

"Inviting You to dine with me!"

Flesh and blood engulfed the captain's body rapidly, swelling continuously until it reached a breaking point and exploded,

Fadeli turned into a puddle of blood, and with a gentle breeze, it dissolved with the evening's twilight at the edge of dusk, leaving not a trace behind.

[Kill (Esoteric Cultists remaining at the second order 58/60)]

[Eye of Pain, Fourth Squad Captain, Second Order Magician Fadeli Sien is dead]

[Contributors: An Su Moningsta (fifty percent), Arthur Sunny (twenty-five percent), Lisiter Muen (twenty-five percent)]

[An Su earns one point, for a total of six points, ranked first]

[Lister earns half a point, for a total of four and a half points, ranked second]

[Arthur earns half a point, for a total of one and a half points, ranked third]

An Su was thrilled.

In the Nether, although one could only receive the blessing of the Mother Goddess of life,

once this world ended and he returned to the Radiant Cathedral to pray to the Radiant Goddess,

the cultists he sacrificed in the Nether World would transform into the Goddess's blessings once again.

The more he offered here, the more rewards he would receive upon exiting.

Perhaps, he could break through to the Third Order in one go after exiting.

The Third Order was another huge watershed from the Second Order.

He would be able to use most of the intermediate stage magic.

Bear in mind, even the Little Holy Maiden Luojia had only recently reached the Third Order, and she was even a year older than An Su.

Increase the effort!

An Su revealed a sunny, radiant smile.

Continue hunting these cultists.

The following day.

The Painful Esoteric Sect had two fifteen-minute activity periods in the morning and afternoon each, as the washrooms had been cursed, leading believers gradually to opt for the outdoors.

Hence, there were two hunting opportunities per day.

Their three-person hunting pattern was quite peculiar.

First, they would identify their hunting targets based on the cultists' complexions.

Those with overly flushed faces, bloodshot eyes, and sallow skin were generally at the brink of endurance and were the easiest to deal with.

Lister was also thrilled.

It was finally time for him to play to his strengths.

This was when the noble spirit shone.

As a hound of pain, Lister, who had always relieved himself outdoors, was well acquainted with the terrain of the outdoors and had detailed knowledge of the academy's geomantic treasures,

where the prey gathered, where arousing scents were, and where traces of prey lingered—he understood it all with just a sniff.

The three of them each picked their targets first,

The prey would be blinded by intense primal desires—once the classes ended or it was time for free activities, they would dash towards the outdoors at a sprinter's pace,

they would ignore the dangers around them, not even noticing a pervert might be following them all along.

The civilized elite were about to make their move.

For this, Arthur was also thrilled.

He applied the knowledge from the classroom very well against his classmates, even honing his craft to greater proficiency.

Typically, he would start by knocking them out with a magic wand while covering their mouths to prevent any noise,

trying to avoid using magic, so as not to leave any traces,

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All were uniformly taken to boss An Su for processing.

Arthur felt that he had truly become a great Knight of Holy Light, hunting down evil believers everywhere and stopping their filthy and degenerate acts, a deed both meaningful and worthy of pride.

Indeed, it was a mistake for his family to let him study magic.

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But the most exhilarating was still An Su.

He found a cave, set up a temporary altar, and just waited every day for Arthur and Lister to bring sacrifices to his doorstep, then recited blessings and offered them all to the Mother Goddess, with the whole process flowing as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water.

[Kill count (57/60)]

[Kill count (56/60)]...

These past few days, there was no shortage of sacrifices, creating an efficient cycle:

Bathroom laws set, cultists so repressed they'd rather die than comply, going outdoors to be sacrificed;

If they don't go outdoors, bathroom laws set, cultists so repressed they'd rather die than comply, ultimately unable to hold back and going outdoors.

All that An Su did was for the civilization of the campus.

There was even an industrial trend.

By grasping the focal point of civilized campus life and deepening the underlying logic of sacrifice through policies like 'a sacrifice, a knockout, a law set,' and using 'No public urination or defecation' as the legal basis, he implemented an industrialized mode of civilization and built the highest-quality civilized campus.

Another dusk fell.

"Another disappearance," came the murmur.

Lately, the cultists had been spreading panic.

In just one short week, fully fifteen cultists had gone missing.

Absolutely without a trace.

The back hill seemed to possess a strange magic power, attracting cultists to continuously plunge into The Abyss; the upper echelon of the esoteric religion had also investigated this matter, but in the end, they could find nothing—after all, the back hill was simply too vast.

For every month, there were cultists who couldn't stand the oppression and committed suicide.

Those eliminated by the torment were not worth further cultivating.

Among the believers, alongside these shadows of death, that once-forgotten legend was mentioned once again.

[The Serpent in the Washroom Pit]

Assyria, who had died unjustly in the washroom, his resentment had reached its peak, no longer content with wreaking havoc inside the cramped quarters of the washroom, he widened his scope to the forests.

Anyone who violated the taboo and dared to engage in unauthorized historical revisionism would be devoured by the Serpent of Pain.

The cultists were now caught in a triple dilemma.

Not going outdoors meant death from suppression, dealing with it on-campus directly violated school rules and meant certain death, going outdoors might lead to being devoured.

It was already a blatant scheme.

After resisting going outdoors for several days, their vitality quickly diminished, and their complexions revealed a sallow color.

In this moment of greatest peril and darkness, finally, a hero stood up.

"All of this is someone's doing!" declared the hero, "In this moment of danger, we must unite!"

He led the believers to cast aside shame, to abandon biases,

He proposed the formation of collective squads, named the 'Outdoor Mutual Aid Team', to help each other out, and also arranged for people to patrol the back hill, hoping to catch the person behind the scenes.

At the same time, they would keep each other informed of their locations and share intel.

And naturally, the leader of the squad had to be the most prestigious, the essence of the Painful Esoteric Sect believers.

That would be the leaders of the three major academies of the dry campus.

An Su, the mastermind behind this plan and a devout follower of the Painful Sect, although he declined repeatedly, still took on the role of commander-in-chief amidst unanimous agreement,

The Painful Hound, Lister, was responsible for everyday patrols and liaison work,

The Painful Falcon, Arthur, took charge of coordinating the various squads.

"With our [Bonds] and [Fellowship], we shall surely overcome this dark time," An Su emphasized on the first day of his position, "I will root out the sinister scoundrel behind all this!"

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