You bastard Simu, I'm going to kill you!

Our revered Cult Leader had just returned to his room when he slammed the door shut and ripped the Jashin necklace from his neck.

Extreme rage caused the veins all over his body to bulge.

Here, he finally didn't have to restrain himself, revealing the hideous, tyrannical face he truly possessed.

"Why! Why, Lord Jashin!"

He held the Jashin necklace in his hand, staring fixedly at the inverted triangle within a circle, and questioned it with a crazed expression:

"Why?! It was clearly me who came first!"

"It was I who single-handedly revitalized the Jashin Cult, and it is I who sacrifice so many offerings to you every year. Why? Why am I still unable to receive your recognition!"

"I could overlook that brat Hidan, but why is it that even that outsider brat can receive your blessing, while I cannot?"

"It was clearly me who came first!"

The madness on his face gradually turned into despair; the necklace slipped from his hand and clattered onto the floor as he slid powerlessly down against the wall.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flickered in his eyes, and the look of insanity resurfaced.

"I know! I know now!"

"You must be testing my ability. You want to see if I can snatch this terrifying power from them, right?"

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

Hope returned to his eyes as he gestured wildly, saying, "I knew it, Lord Jashin, you wouldn't abandon me."

Seeming to have figured something out, the Cult Leader instantly calmed down, madness and danger brewing within his eyes.

Of course, Kamizuki Simu was unaware of the psychological struggle our Cult Leader had just endured.

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

After all, Hidan's body was still there.

"Hey, hey, hey! Can you hold my head properly? If you keep carrying me like this, how am I supposed to maintain my status in the Jashin Cult later!?"

Hidan's tone no longer held its initial toughness, carrying instead a hint of helpless compromise.

Kamizuki Simu merely shrugged his shoulders upon hearing this, saying in an indifferent tone, "Wouldn't it be fine if you just killed them all later?"

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

That's right!

Why hadn't he thought of that? As long as he killed all these guys, no one would ever know what happened today!

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

Having figured it out, Hidan gave Kamizuki Simu a haughty compliment.

"You're too kind."

Kamizuki Simu's expression remained calm; he hadn't taken the guy's praise to heart at all.

Seeing Kamizuki Simu remain so indifferent, Hidan felt uncomfortable again and added a remark to save face: "Considering you have a bit of wit, if you're willing to submit to me now, I might consider letting you be a Deputy Cult Leader later!"

Kamizuki Simu smiled, adjusted his glasses, and then held Hidan's head up in front of him.

"Do you want to try what it feels like to have your body filled with excrement?"

Hidan flew into a rage once again: "Damn you, Kamizuki Simu, is using excrement to threaten me the only thing you know how to do?"

Kamizuki Simu spread his hands: "In my eyes, there's no difference between you and excrement anyway."

"I'm going to kill you!" Hidan bared his teeth and roared.

Kamizuki Simu remained as indifferent as ever; he placed Hidan's head on the ground and used his palm to slightly adjust its orientation.

A sense of foreboding instantly rose in Hidan's heart, and he hurriedly shouted: "Wait, damn you, Kamizuki Simu, what are you planning to do?"

A hint of a smile appeared on Kamizuki Simu's face: "Watch this. Precision shot!"

Swing the arm, gather strength, and a powerful kick!

It was all done in one fluid motion!

Even a professional footballer would have praised it; this kick was at least at the level of a century-old sea cucumber.

Unfortunately, Kamizuki Simu was not a football expert after all.

He had clearly aimed for his body, but he kicked it straight into the Blood Pool instead.

[Jashin Gene](Analysis progress 0.004%).

Alright, Kamizuki Simu admitted that he had indeed done it on purpose.

"Um, you guys, could you please help fish Hidan out?"

Hearing Kamizuki Simu's instruction, the few cultists who were helping to stitch Hidan's body together hurriedly agreed and fished Hidan out of the Blood Pool.

After all, the guy in front of them was the God Child, and a God Child who could casually cut off people's heads to use as a ball to kick.

If they didn't obey, they suspected their own fate would likely be having their heads cut off by Kamizuki Simu to be used as a ball.

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

Hidan was still barking incessantly.

But that is just how people are.

Mr. Tree Man once said that if you ask someone to open a window, they will surely refuse, but if you ask them to open the roof, they will turn around and ask if they can just open a window instead.

Hidan was the same way.

At first, he was unhappy about being decapitated, but now his demand had shifted to: you can cut off my head, just don't kick it around like a ball.

This is the compromise of human nature.

"Put him down, I'll sew the head on myself."

Simu took Hidan's head, and then two limbs popped out from his ribs.

Hidan's expression changed, and he struggled, "You bastard Simu, I knew you were up to no good, what are you trying to do now?"

As he spoke, his body, which had just been stitched together, began to move.

It had to be said that Hidan's body was truly absurd; after only a dozen minutes of stitching, it was already able to move.

Simu frowned and said coldly, "Stop moving."

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

"Ah~~"

Hidan let out a gasp.

A look of disgust appeared on Simu's face; this guy seemed to have a masochistic streak.

Whatever.

The two limbs on his ribs moved rapidly, secreting thin white threads from their tips.

This was the ability of the Koukaku: Spider, which could entangle and bind prey by creating spider silk; naturally, it could also be used for stitching.

It was just that Simu hadn't expected his first time using this Kagune would be to sew a human head.

He was fast, and in no time at all, he had finished sewing Hidan's head on.

Simu clapped his hands and released Hidan's body.

"You bastard Simu, I'm going to—"

Hidan lunged up, but before he could finish his sentence, he realized he couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried.

A cultist on the side couldn't help but remind him, "Um, Lord Simu, it seems you, uh, sewed Lord Hidan on backward."

"Hm?"

Simu raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so I did."

He hadn't paid attention earlier; Hidan's body had been lying face down on the ground, meaning his head was now facing backward.

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

Poor Hidan's voice was already hoarse.

Then the cultist watched as a red shadow shot out from Simu's body, cleanly and efficiently cutting off the head that had just been stitched back on.

Hidan: What the f***