"Adam" was very busy.
He was dealing with Orochimaru here when suddenly a slight disturbance in his spiritual energy caught his attention. It turned out that Mr. A on the other side was also making a prayer to the "True Creator."
Great... both groups had come together.
Uchiha Sogetsu sighed in frustration, sending out a virtual persona to simulate the personality of the Dark Saint. He then created a decaying, ruined temple next to the Corpse Cathedral.
A fallen temple, and a Corpse Cathedral.
Who would have thought that these two factions, constantly at odds and just having fought, would be so close?
The headquarters of the Aurora Order and the Twilight Hermits were only separated by a single wall.
The simulated personality of the Dark Saint, cloaked in black robes, had an aura of darkness that surrounded him like a curtain. Occasionally, the "eyes" that opened from within seemed to be the gaze of the abyss.
The "gaze" from behind the shadowy curtain put an invisible pressure on Mr. A, making him too afraid to look up. He respectfully lowered his head and spoke: "Saint, I have retrieved the 'Blasphemy Slate.' As for the two individuals... please forgive my incompetence, they escaped."
As he spoke, he knelt in apology and presented the Blasphemy Slate with both hands.
"Look up. This time... you did well."
The voice of the Dark Saint was like a mixture of countless whispers from the abyss, filled with corruption and madness, carrying a trace of tainted divinity.
Mr. A, praised, felt as if his entire body was releasing a comfortable shudder. He squinted, lost in the corrupt, fallen voice. "Ah... this is the voice of my lord!"
Every cell and muscle in his body seemed to grow wildly, as if breaking through his consciousness and evolving into an unknown form.
Is this... losing control?
The Dark Saint looked at Mr. A in surprise. He had only borrowed the voice of the "True Creator," yet it seemed as if this man was... about to die in ecstasy?
Wait, can a normal person even stand hearing that voice?
Normally, hearing it would corrupt the flesh and soul, causing self-awareness to emerge and ultimately transforming the listener into an indescribable monster.
But for Mr. A, this was the greatest "supplement"!
After all, an already insane and fallen extraordinary individual has been deeply corrupted in mind and spirit since the moment they were created. At any moment, they could completely fall.
Because of this, Mr. A's ability to digest the magic potion was abnormally fast—perhaps this is a natural ability... the Favored One of the Hanged Man pathway?
While the Dark Saint was deep in thought, Mr. A, who was slightly out of control, suddenly returned to normal. He licked his lips, his eyes filled with longing, as if still yearning for more.
With a casual wave, the Dark Saint summoned the clay tablet and said coldly, "What reward do you want?"
Mr. A, who had been praised, was overjoyed. His face showed a hint of longing as he looked towards the shadowy curtain. "Lord Saint, I can feel that I am closer to my master now. The sounds of the past are much clearer. I wonder if I could... ask the Saint to grant me an elevation potion?"
... What is this thing?!
The Dark Saint's eyelids twitched violently.
If he remembered correctly, it had only been two months since Mr. A's promotion to Sequence 6. It had been less than half a year in total, and now this guy was about to promote to Sequence 5?
"Have you finished digesting the Sequence 6 Rose Bishop's potion?" the Dark Saint asked.
"No," Mr. A replied casually.
"..."
The Dark Saint was speechless. He really wanted to slap Mr. A to death but suppressed his anger, coldly saying, "Middle sequence potions are different from low sequence ones. If you take a higher Sequence potion before completely digesting the previous one, it will cause you to lose control completely!"
"Lord Saint, I am not afraid of losing control!"
Mr. A's eyes glinted with madness as he spoke without hesitation. "Just now, I felt it. The closer I get to the edge of losing control, the closer I am to the great 'True Creator'!"
"..." The Dark Saint had had enough.
"Lord Saint, have you ever thought about this..."
But Mr. A seemed to be lost in his own frenzy, unaware that his mind and spirit had been deeply corrupted. With arms wide open, he shouted loudly, "Perhaps losing control is the true method of the 'Hanged Man' pathway!"
"Only by actively embracing madness and losing control can we get closer to the great 'True Creator'!"
"Lord Saint... I no longer wish to be human!"
The more out of control it got, the closer it came to Sequence 0.
The closer it got to Sequence 0, the easier it was to lose control.
Losing control... does it equal Sequence 0?
Damn!
A genius, out of the hospital!
This shocking statement almost made the Dark Saint lose his mind.
What is this supposed to mean?
Is a crazy person's thinking more expansive?
Or is it a genius on the left, a madman on the right?
Damn it, this guy is wasted in the Naruto world! If he was born next door, he'd definitely be the Favoured One of the Hanged Man Pathway!
*Cough cough...*
"Your idea is worth recognizing."
The Dark Saint coughed twice, his eyes twitching, trying to calm down the chaos in his heart—thousands of galloping alpacas—and then pretended to stay composed as he said, "But you should know that the ultimate goal of the Aurora Order is the soul awakening ritual, to bring our Lord back from the deathly slumber. This requires the effort of every member of the church, including you. You must give everything for our Lord, not waste His gifts. Understood?"
However, the real reason is... Mr. A is just too capable!
As the current leader of the Aurora Order, and also a missionary, gold medal enforcer, finance officer, lecturer, and more... If this guy loses control, where would they find another all-around talent like Mr. A?
So, he better not lose control.
"Sorry, Saint!"
After the scolding, Mr. A finally came to his senses, abandoning his earlier plan of "not being human." He looked regretful, pounding his chest and crying, "I just let greed take over, trying to get closer to the great 'True Creator' and forgot my mission. Saint, I was wrong!"
Looking at Mr. A, crying and full of remorse, the Dark Saint really didn't know what was going on with him and felt a bit exhausted... Hopefully, when the real leader finds out, their reaction won't be too dramatic.
People who can manipulate themselves... are rare nowadays.
This shows that Aurora Order cannot live without Mr. A, just like Germany cannot live without bread!
"It's good that you realize your mistakes."
The act must continue, the Dark Saint said, "Next, I need you to continue developing the church, and keep an eye on the Blasphemy Slate and that organization. Understood?"
"Yes, Saint."
Mr. A thought for a moment, then grinned and asked, "Saint, I suddenly have an idea. I don't know if it's possible?"
"What is it?"
The Dark Saint's heart skipped a beat. Could this guy have another earth-shattering idea?
"Developing followers one by one is too slow."
In Mr. A's blood-red eyes, madness flickered as he said, "Why not directly take control of a country, establish a ninja village, and spread the faith of our Lord more effectively!"
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