Three Months, Hidan Loses His Cool

This busyness continued for three months.

Over those three months, the Jashin Cult mobilized all its followers to hunt various animals in the mountains.

Meanwhile, it spent a hefty sum purchasing large quantities of living creatures from trading companies, including some slaves.

All of them became nourishment for Lord Jashin and Simu.

Whenever they performed sacrifices, they naturally chose the Blood Pool beneath the Divine Statue. After all, who could have imagined that this Blood Pool had become the body of some transmigrator?

Transmigrating into a Blood Pool was probably an utterly insane experience even among all transmigrators.

With such a massive supply of flesh and blood, Simu accumulated a great deal of life energy while acquiring countless varied genes.

Supported by abundant energy, Simu used the [Womb of the Primordial Creator] almost constantly to upgrade and create all sorts of new Jashin Race creatures.

Of course, Simu was not the only one who gained enormous benefits.

In a small space far beyond the Shinobi World, Lord Jashin greedily enjoyed the unending blood sacrifices.

"Hehehehehe!"

"Looks like making those two boys my followers was an incomparably wise decision!"

Dense black mist churned endlessly through the space, while countless crimson pupils flickered like stars.

"I just wonder whose contribution this truly is?"

Jashin muttered, but he quickly arrived at an answer.

"It must be Simu's doing. That boy Hidan looks like he is not very bright."

"At this rate, I should only need another two or three years to break free successfully."

"By then, the entire Shinobi World will tremble because of me!"

"Hehehehehe!"

Unlike Lord Jashin's excitement, the Cult Leader stood in the Shrine with a face full of worry.

Although he could sense that Lord Jashin's Divine Statue was becoming more distinct, the problem was...

The Jashin Cult was out of money!

Over the past three months, the Jashin Cult had nearly spent all the reserves it had accumulated over the years to purchase all kinds of offerings.

If they kept sacrificing so crazily, the cult's followers would not even have food to eat starting tomorrow.

Fortunately, someone arrived at that moment.

This person was wrapped from head to toe in a black trench coat, and the surrounding followers looked at him with obvious reverence.

Because he was the Jashin Cult's fourth-ranking figure, the chief steward, Kikuchi Miura.

That might not sound very impressive, but before Simu and Hidan, the two God Children, were born, he had been the Jashin Cult's second-ranking figure.

He was specifically responsible for the Jashin Cult's external operations, such as assassinations, collecting protection fees, robbery, proselytizing, and so on.

He could be called the Cult Leader's right-hand man, as well as the Jashin Cult's financial pillar.

"Cult Leader, this is a letter from Mr. Sakamoto."

Kikuchi Miura took out a letter from within his broad trench coat. This matter was precisely why he had returned this time.

The Cult Leader accepted the envelope, patted his shoulder, and said, "It was a long journey. You have worked hard."

"Cult Leader, you are the one who has worked hard."

Kikuchi Miura keenly noticed the dense wrinkles at the corners of the Cult Leader's eyes. He clearly remembered that there had not been so many when he came three months ago.

Moreover, the Cult Leader's entire demeanor seemed much more worn down.

"Did something happen at headquarters?" Kikuchi Miura asked hesitantly.

The Cult Leader closed his eyes tiredly and sighed. "It is nothing. I will tell you when I get the chance."

He opened the envelope, his eyes flickering slightly as he asked, "Sakamoto wants us to deal with someone called Gato?"

"Yes," Kikuchi Miura replied. "This Gato is said to be a newly risen shipping company in the Land of Waves. They may be trying to interfere with the Land of Rivers' shipping business. Mr. Sakamoto hopes we can help him eliminate this troublesome fellow."

"I see."

The Cult Leader stroked his chin, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

The Jashin Cult had close ties with the Sakamoto Trading Company. It could be said that the Sakamoto Trading Company was one of the Jashin Cult's financial backers, providing substantial funds every year to support the cult's development.

Therefore, the Jashin Cult had no reason to refuse his request.

Seeing that the Cult Leader was still somewhat hesitant, Kikuchi Miura finally played his trump card.

"Cult Leader, Mr. Sakamoto said that if we successfully deal with Gato, he is willing to increase his support for the Jashin Cult to fifty million ryo per year!"

At those words, the Cult Leader's brows shot up, and a smile appeared on his face. "It seems Mr. Sakamoto's faith in Lord Jashin is equally devout."

With that, he glanced at Kikuchi Miura. "Next time, remember to state the terms first!"

Kikuchi Miura hurriedly lowered his head. "Yes."

The Cult Leader turned his back, seeming to contemplate something.

Suddenly, a huge explosion rang out from within the base.

"Cult Leader, this is bad!"

A follower hurried over from the distance.

The joy on the Cult Leader's face instantly vanished, replaced completely by a dark expression.

Sure enough, the follower's report was exactly as he expected!

"Cult Leader, the two God Children are fighting again!"

"I knew it."

The Cult Leader ground his teeth, making Kikuchi Miura deeply curious.

What kind of God Children could make the Cult Leader so troubled and helpless?

"Kamizuki Simu, I'll kill you!"

In the cafeteria, Hidan gripped a pitch-black spear and viciously thrust it toward Simu.

After three months of life-threatening training, Hidan's taijutsu had improved by leaps and bounds.

When others said life-threatening, it might only be a figure of speech, but Hidan truly did not care about his life!

Every attack he launched against Simu was suicidal. Unfortunately, even so, he still failed to leave a single wound on Simu.

Instead, Simu effortlessly killed him again and again with his Kagune.

Through that hellish cycle of repeated surprise attacks, failure, decapitation, resurrection, and then more surprise attacks, Hidan's taijutsu had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to three months ago.

Hidan swung his spear extremely fast, but unfortunately, he was facing Simu.

A massive centipede had somehow lain in ambush beneath the ground. It suddenly burst forth, slammed heavily into Hidan's abdomen, and rammed him into the ceiling.

"Boom!"

The violent impact left a huge dent in the ceiling.

Hidan painfully spat out a mouthful of blood, then cursed carelessly, "Damn Simu, you only ever use such despicable tricks!"

Simu remained unmoved and lightly adjusted his glasses. "If impotent rage could kill people, Hidan, you would have surpassed the Sage of Six Paths by now."

"Aaaah!!!!"

Hidan instantly flew into a rage, veins bulging all over his body as he tried to break free from Simu's restraints.

After all, lies did not hurt people. The truth was the sharpest blade.

In these three months of clashes, he had not won even once!

Hidan's pride had nowhere to go!

"I'll take you down with me!"

Hidan suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing densely packed Kibaku Fuda underneath.

He wore a crazed smile and roared, "Let's die together!"