Chapter 320: No Show

The blood Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin drank quickly seeped into the ground without a sound. Nobody noticed anything strange happening.

The other wishers reluctantly drank the blood too. Though they didn’t want to, they’d already paid their money, and Truth Cult members were watching them like hawks.

After everyone finished drinking, the Priest led them to a bigger stone room. They were told to sit quietly and wait for the gods to appear. The brainwashing music kept playing, growing more hypnotic by the minute.

Fang Cheng soon noticed wishers acting strangely – blank stares, slack jaws, empty expressions. Some started screaming while others knelt crying nonsense, turning the place into a madhouse.

Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin tensed. The blood must’ve been drugged to cause hallucinations. Though they couldn’t tell what visions people saw, the “gods” clearly showed up in their trips.

Suddenly Fang Cheng understood all the weird rituals – the candles, temple decorations, self-harm, blood Buddha. These prepared people’s minds to imagine divine visions during their drugged state, making them easier to control.

Cults often used hallucinogens, and even real religions used mind tricks. With supernatural powers existing in this world, these methods kept believers trapped tight.

Just when they thought they’d seen it all, more worshippers entered. They ripped masks off the tripping wishers, pressed recording devices to their faces, and demanded personal details – home addresses, family members, deepest secrets. The drugged victims spilled everything.

Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin exchanged shocked looks.

*Holy shit! Drugging people to blackmail them?*

The Truth Cult’s wish-granting business had fleeced rich clients for years. If they’d always done this, they’d collected enough dirt to control half the powerful people in the country. No wonder nobody could shut them down – these bastards played dirty.

Two worshippers approached them, but Kaneda Hideki cut in. “I’ll handle these.” He fake-interrogated them while Kanzaki Rin whispered, “Does this always happen?”

“Only heard rumors before,” Kaneda muttered. “You helped me see the real deal today. Wild stuff.”

“Any more rituals?”

“Should be over. Watch yourselves.”

The “interview” ended quickly. Worshippers started stripping the wishers naked for photos, twisting the wealthy backers into humiliating poses. Drugged out of their minds, the victims complied without resistance, exposing every shameful detail.

The stone chamber plunged into chaos, perverse and grotesque acts mingling like the filth of hell.

Amid the surrounding frenzy, Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin’s stillness made them stand out. Several worshippers noticed and began approaching.

“Quick, pretend you’re occupied!” Kaneda Hideki hissed. “Do anything—just don’t get caught.”

Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin locked eyes. As he started to rise, she bit her lower lip and shoved him down. They tumbled into a corner, lying motionless.

Kanzaki Rin pressed against Fang Cheng, her lips brushing his ear. “Don’t act rashly,” she whispered. “We can’t ruin this now.”

If provoking Kitakudo Shingen worked, great—but if he fled, they might never track him again.

Fang Cheng nearly rolled his eyes. He hadn’t planned to act recklessly. Still, to spare Kanzaki Rin embarrassment, he played along, sliding his hands over her back and waist to mimic fervent activity.

Her muscles stiffened, but she didn’t protest. “Behave,” she muttered.

“Just touching. Nothing improper.”

“Stop wandering hands!”

“Feel free to touch me back. I don’t mind.”

“……”

Despite their efforts, two worshippers grew suspicious and stalked closer, ignoring Kaneda Hideki’s attempts to intervene.

Trapped, Kanzaki Rin tensed. Fang Cheng glanced sideways and fired twin pulses of Consuming Desire and lubrication.

The worshippers shuddered. Their gazes met, cheeks flushing. Suddenly, each found the other irresistibly alluring—worthy opponents in a heated duel.

Hearing odd noises, Kanzaki Rin tried to lift her head. Fang Cheng shoved it down. “Don’t look.”

She seemed to understand, pressing her face harder into his shoulder. Through layers of fabric and flesh, her frantic heartbeat thudded against him.

Was it the environment? Or something else?

The depraved hallucinatory ritual dragged on. Eventually, worshippers began cleaning up, wiping wishers’ bodies and dressing them in fresh clothes.

Wishers awoke hours later, drained but exhilarated. They chattered about divine visions, awestruck by the Truth Cult—unaware their darkest secrets now belonged to the cult.

Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin watched, chilled. How many more secrets would the Truth Cult amass while the Area 11 Government remained oblivious?

After the wishers rested, priests herded them toward the inner sanctum. Navigating the temple’s labyrinth, they reached a gilded hall.

Statues of global deities lined the space—Christian, Islamic, Buddhist, Daoist—dominated by a central figure of the great god Shiva. Before it gleamed a golden holy grail.

Another holy grail. Fang Cheng’s second encounter; the first had been with Blissful Faith.

“Silence!”

The priest barked orders. Wishers lined up like obedient elementary school boys awaiting a teacher. These powerful elites, cowed into submission, dared not utter a word.