Bastard Simu, I'm Going to Kill You!

The Cult Leader, revered by tens of thousands, had barely returned to his room before slamming the door shut and tearing the Jashin necklace from around his neck.

Extreme rage made the veins all over his body bulge.

Here, he no longer needed to restrain himself. He revealed the savage, tyrannical face he truly wore.

"Why?! Why, Lord Jashin?!"

Holding up the Jashin necklace in his hand, he stared fixedly at the circle enclosing a triangle upon it and demanded madly,

"Why?! I was clearly here first!"

"I was the one who single-handedly revitalized the Jashin Cult! I was the one who offered you so many sacrifices every year! Why?! Why can't I earn your recognition?!"

"Forget that brat Hidan—why can even that outsider receive your blessing while I cannot?!"

"I was clearly here first!"

The madness on his face gradually turned into despair. The necklace in his hand clattered to the floor, and he slid limply down the wall.

Suddenly, a glimmer flashed in his eyes, and madness resurfaced.

"I know! I know!"

"You must be testing my abilities. You want to see whether I can seize that terrifying power from them, don't you?!"

"That must be it! It has to be!"

Hope returned to his eyes. Gesturing wildly, he said, "I knew it. Lord Jashin would never abandon me."

As if he had figured something out, the Cult Leader instantly calmed down. Madness and danger brewed in his eyes.

Naturally, Simu had no idea what kind of mental struggle the Cult Leader had gone through.

After the Cult Leader left, he carried Hidan's head back to the main hall.

After all, Hidan's body was still here.

"Hey, hey, hey! Could you at least hold my head properly? If you keep carrying me like that, how am I supposed to get by in the Jashin Cult later?!"

Hidan no longer sounded as unyielding as before. There was even a hint of helpless compromise in his voice.

Simu merely shrugged and said indifferently, "Just kill them all when the time comes."

Hidan froze for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

That was right!

How had he not thought of that? As long as he killed all these bastards, no one would know what happened today!

"Hmph. I have to admit, your brain is pretty sharp."

Having figured it out, Hidan gave Simu an extremely tsundere compliment.

"You flatter me."

Simu's expression remained calm. He did not take the fellow's praise to heart at all.

Seeing Simu brush it off so casually, Hidan felt uncomfortable again and tried to save face. "Since you've got a bit of cleverness, if you're willing to submit to me now, I can consider making you Deputy Cult Leader later!"

Simu smiled. He adjusted his glasses, then lifted Hidan's head before his face.

"Do you want to find out what it feels like to have your body filled with shit?"

Hidan flew into a rage again. "Damn you, Simu! Is shit the only thing you know how to threaten me with?!"

Simu spread his hands. "As far as I'm concerned, there's no difference between you and shit."

"I'm going to kill you!" Hidan snarled, baring his teeth.

Simu still looked unconcerned. He set Hidan's head on the ground and slightly adjusted its direction with his palm.

A sense of foreboding instantly rose in Hidan's heart. He hurriedly shouted, "Wait! Damn you, Simu, what are you planning to do?!"

A faint smile appeared on Simu's face. "Watch this. A precise shot!"

Arm swing, windup, powerful strike!

All in one smooth motion!

Even Guo Zu would have praised it. That kick was at least on the level of a century-old sea cucumber.

Unfortunately, Simu was not a football expert after all.

He had clearly aimed at Hidan's body, yet kicked his head straight into the Blood Pool.

[Jashin Gene] (Analysis Progress: 0.004%).

Fine. Simu admitted that he had done it on purpose.

"Um, you lot, please fish Hidan out for me."

Upon hearing Simu's order, several cultists helping stitch Hidan's body quickly agreed and pulled Hidan out of the Blood Pool.

After all, this person before them was the God Child—a God Child who could casually cut off someone's head and use it as a ball.

If they disobeyed, they suspected Simu might cut off their heads and use them as balls too.

"Bastard Kamizuki Simu, I'm warning you, don't ever use my head as a football again!"

Hidan was still barking nonstop.

But people were just like that.

Mr. Tree Man had once said that if you directly asked someone to open a window, they would definitely refuse. But if you asked to remove the roof, they would instead ask whether opening just one window would be enough.

Hidan was the same.

At first, he had been upset about having his head cut off. Now, his demand had become: cutting off his head was fine, but do not kick it around like a ball.

That was the compromising nature of people.

"Put him down. I'll stitch his head on myself."

Simu took Hidan's head, and two more limbs sprang from his ribs.

Hidan's expression changed. Struggling, he said, "Bastard Simu, I knew you were up to no good. What are you trying to do now?!"

As he spoke, his freshly stitched body began to move.

It had to be said, Hidan's body was truly absurd. After only a dozen minutes of stitching, it could already start moving.

Simu frowned and said coldly, "Don't move."

Then two more Mantis Blade Limbs shot out and pinned Hidan to the ground.

"Ah~~"

Hidan let out a gasp.

A trace of disgust appeared on Simu's face. This guy seemed to have masochistic tendencies.

Whatever.

The two limbs from his ribs moved swiftly, releasing strands of white thread from their tips.

This was the ability of [Koukaku: Spider]. By producing spider silk, it could bind and restrain prey. Of course, it could also be used for stitching.

Simu just had not expected that the first time he used this Kagune would be to sew a head back on.

He was fast. In no time at all, he had stitched Hidan's head back on.

Simu clapped his hands and released Hidan's body.

"Bastard Simu, I want you—"

Hidan sprang up, but before he could finish speaking, he realized that he could not get up no matter what he did.

A cultist beside them could not help reminding him, "Um, Lord Simu, it seems that... you stitched Lord Hidan on backward."

"Hmm?"

Simu raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you're right."

He had not noticed just now that Hidan's body had been lying face down. In other words, his head was now facing backward.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Poor Hidan's voice had gone hoarse.

Then the cultists saw a red shadow shoot out from Simu's body and cleanly chop off Hidan's freshly stitched head again.

Hidan: Fuck me.