I, Morisummer, Am a Magician! / Pray to the Gods? Worship Buddha? Better Yet... Beg Me. Worship Me!

"What proof do you have for what you're saying?!"

"I didn't come here to listen to your Great Dao pronouncements!"

"Hey, group hypnosis doesn't work on me! Don't try to force your ideas on me!"

Hidden among the crowd were some discordant voices.

Some people are easily corrupted, but there are also those with unwavering resolve who come here seeking not some kind of faith, but true 'mystery'!

"Alright, alright, I know everyone's been waiting impatiently, so let me prove it to you."

The Cult Master slightly raised his head, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze, causing everyone to pause for a moment.

"Then I'll just randomly choose a disabled person to testify... Hmm, that young man will do!"

He pointed to a young man in his twenties in the crowd.

"Please introduce yourself first."

"Um, I'm Sato. My hand was amputated due to a mistake during work..."

Sato came up on stage, raised his missing arm, and said weakly.

"Don't worry, you're lucky. You won't have to worry about this anymore, because you will receive 'salvation' from our Our God!"

The Cult Master raised his arms, his hands emerging from his sleeves, and then released a green light symbolizing 'healing' from them.

"Now comes the moment to witness a miracle!"

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Chapter 41 I, Morisummer, am a magician!

At this moment, the entire audience held their breath.

"Oh, it's so itchy, so hot... I can feel it!"

Right before everyone's eyes, as the green light spread, the missing flesh on Sato's hand gradually regenerated until a hand was completely grown back.

"It's really grown back! My hand... Am I dreaming?"

His gaze was fixed, as he slowly manipulated the newly grown fingers on his left hand, feeling both strange and familiar.

"How does it feel to be reborn? This is the salvation brought by our Our God."

The Cult Master smiled slightly and asked.

"Sparashi~!"

"This is the power of God! Cult Master Excellency, you are the great Salvation God sent to lead us to a bright future! I am willing to become a member of my church!"

Sato was overjoyed and immediately clasped his hands together, sincerely bowing down in submission.

"Well, did everyone see that?!"

Only then did the Cult Master look triumphantly at the crowd below the stage.

"Wow!"

"This is truly a miracle!"

"So supernatural powers really do exist!"

"I also want to join the 'Salvation Cult,' please bless me!"

The previously silent arena suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Alright, alright, I know everyone has their own difficulties, but using this ability is also quite taxing on me. This time, because it's a special day called 'Awakening Day,' I will randomly select a few people to receive 'blessings.' As for future opportunities, that will have to wait until everyone joins my sect and reaches the required contribution level..."

At this point, the Cult Master again used incentives, painting a rosy picture for everyone.

Almost everyone had the idea of joining.

Because no one can refuse a blessing, except...

A superpowered Ability User already possesses abilities.

"That's impossible..."

Nibuya Morika stayed in a corner, silently observing everything on the stage.

The Cult Master then performed several more 'miracles,' curing both injuries and terminal illnesses.

This surprised her greatly.

Because of this healing power, even the Kaidō she currently possesses doesn't have it, as it involves something deeper, like genes.

Only when her spiritual power level and mastery of the Dao of Kaidō are raised by a whole level will it be possible for her to do such a thing.

It's easy to imagine the opponent's strength.

Is the opponent's purpose in providing treatment merely to 'make money'?

Although making money may indirectly lead to the ruin of many families, in the eyes of these experienced people, this method is not considered an "extreme" one at all, and it is not worth going to such lengths to make money.

For a moment, Nibuya Morika dared not make any rash moves.

"It's nothing but a heretical practice that stimulates life force. What miracle? They really know how to embellish themselves."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in my mind.

The one who came was actually Seeker of Truth?

A glint of joy flashed in her eyes, and then she thought to herself: [Seeker of Truth, since it is an evil path, what will be the price?]

"The cost is simple: it severely shortens lifespan. The more you exploit him, the closer you get to death... However, most of the 'life force' consumed is actually taken by himself."

She soon received a definite answer.

This cruel answer, however, felt so natural to her.

Miracles, blessings, and fleeting happiness are nothing but the devil's mercy.

No...

To gain hope, and then to despair, is the most painful thing in the world.

[Seeker of Truth, I have decided to take action.]

With no worries about the future, she made her decision.

Evil Cult should be eradicated!

However, considering there were so many ordinary people present, she needed to find another opportunity to avoid accidental injury.

"Alright, let's see who clears the game first."

In an unobserved open space, Hasegawa Izumi sat on a stool that had somehow been moved from somewhere, casually controlling a game character as she slashed through monsters, as if she were lounging in her living room.

"..."

Nibuya Morika was speechless.

Are people less important than games?!

"Alright everyone, that concludes today's gathering. Those who have decided to join our sect can register now. We won't force anyone who doesn't intend to join, but... I hope everyone can tell us their reasons."

The Cult Master clapped his hands, his tone suddenly turning cold.

Nibuya Morika suddenly realized.

Besides enticement, it also carries a subtle element of intimidation.

No wonder their missionary work is so efficient; they've gained so many followers in just a few months. It probably won't be long before they surpass those famous religions and spread throughout Tou-ei.

However, having encountered their Far East Magic Society, that will have to end today!

As night fell, most people filled out their initiation applications and left the underground palace via elevator, leaving only a few who had not yet joined.

It seems they were deliberately left behind.

The Salvation Cult had no intention of letting them leave easily and was prepared to use other means.

"My Cult Master, please allow me to speak with my friend some more; she will come to understand the greatness of our Our God!"

At that moment, Hoshimi Hitomi suddenly ran out.

"Go ahead."

The Cult Master waved his hand dismissively, not taking it to heart at all.

"No need."

"I won't join."

Just then, the girl he had ignored suddenly spoke in a strong and clear voice.

"Why? Nibuya?"

Hoshimi Hitomi was still confused about the situation.

"Because in my eyes, the Salvation Cult is nothing more than an Evil Cult."

Nibuya Morika raised her head, her eyes revealing disdain.

"Oh? I didn't expect someone would actually come here to cause trouble. They certainly have the guts."

The Cult Master turned his head, his eyes behind the mask filled with mockery.

A large group of believers guarding the area suddenly surrounded them, and several passersby were pushed aside.

"How dare she disrespect the Cult Master! Seize her!"

Two members of the sect rushed out.

To everyone else, this was enough to subdue a mere, weak woman.

Nibuya Morika lowered her head, half her face obscured by shadow, while a slight smile played on her lips as she gracefully raised her right hand—

[Hadō #1: Go!!]

The shockwaves emitted from the fingertips struck the two men, sending them flying and knocking them unconscious.

This scene shocked everyone; even the most steadfast Evil Cult members were momentarily stunned.

Who are you!?

The Cult Master's expression suddenly turned serious.

A dazzling burst of light was followed by the resounding celestial music echoing through the underground venue.

"Although I lost my memory, I still lived for 1500 years..."

"He is a true magician who currently exists in this world..."

"The one who creates stories, guided by the elves."

My name is...

"Morisummer."

In the blink of an eye, the girl before him was already dressed in a white magic robe, draped in a layer of holy white gauze, and adorned with gemstone jewelry on her hands and forehead.

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Chapter 42 Seeking divine intervention? Worshipping Buddha? Why not... beg me, worship me!

"Oh my, Spirit Mage when he gets serious."

Attracted by the light, Hasegawa Izumi looked up and commented with a smile.

If Nibuya heard this, he would definitely think to himself, "You haven't been reading comics all this time for nothing! Of course, you're getting better and better."

"Besides, it's been a long time since I've seen this posture."

It made him nostalgic for the old days, for the joy of meeting fellow travelers when he was walking alone in the era without magic.

[Ah~! Finally, he said these words in public!]

I've wanted to try this for a long time...

This was my dream back in my teenage years!