Knowledge is Power

"I know both of your abilities now."

The Cult Leader wore a benevolent smile as he patted Simu and Hidan on the shoulders.

"Since you have received the blessing of Lord Jashin, you must work hard to promote the Jashin Cult, rule the Shinobi World as soon as possible, and repay Lord Jashin."

Hidan scoffed upon hearing this, saying with great disdain, "What's the point of ruling the Shinobi World? My dream is to kill everyone and offer them to Lord Jashin!"

Simu's expression remained equally indifferent: "Sacrificing the entire Shinobi World to Lord Jashin is the only correct path."

"You bastard Simu, killing is the only correct thing!"

Simu glanced at him: "If you dare to spout more nonsense, I will sew your head onto the backside of that seven-hundred-pound sow my neighbor keeps."

"Damn it..."

Although Hidan gritted his teeth, he at least stopped arguing.

The Cult Leader looked at the two fellows before him and thought to himself, Lord Jashin must be testing me!

After some mental preparation, the Cult Leader said to the two, "Although the blessing of Lord Jashin is quite powerful, you are currently unable to unleash its full potential."

He took out two syringes and continued, "Each of you, draw a tube of blood. Once I have conducted my research, I will tell you how to develop the true power of Lord Jashin."

Hidan raised an eyebrow, immediately wanting to curse the old man out.

He had long found this old guy unpleasant, but after catching Simu's gaze, he dismissed the thought.

After all, he knew that Simu was a man of his word, and if he really ended up being sewn onto the backside of an old sow...

Besides, with that bastard Simu's sewing technique, he would probably sew it on backward, and then... ugh.

Hidan's head suddenly began to retch on the ground, which made Simu look on in surprise.

"I say, Hidan, don't tell me you're afraid of needles?"

"What kind of joke is that? I'm not even afraid of blood, why would I be afraid of a needle—ugh!"

Before Hidan could finish, he began to retch again.

Fortunately, he didn't have a body right now, so he couldn't actually vomit anything.

"Alright, enough nonsense, hurry up and draw the blood."

The Cult Leader was uncharacteristically impatient; he felt that if this dragged on any longer, he would eventually become a fool just like Hidan.

He took out a syringe and drew a full tube of blood directly from Hidan's body.

This amount of blood loss was not worth mentioning for a masochist like Hidan; he lost far more blood than this every time he self-harmed.

Simu also did not resist, allowing the Cult Leader to draw a tube of blood from him.

However, the Cult Leader seemed to have thought of something else and said, "That, Simu, your body is quite special, I need to draw some from other areas as well."

Simu simply nodded.

It was just a bit of blood; it meant nothing to him.

As for these Kagune and clones, as long as he had enough energy, he could create as many as he wanted!

The most important thing was that the current Simu did not know enough about this world.

He did not know what the power system of this world was like, how strong the experts of this world were, nor did he know what level the Cult Leader before him had reached.

Therefore, Simu dared not act rashly; only after obtaining the corresponding intelligence could he take appropriate action.

After all, he was not a cute, brainless idiot like Hidan.

However, an accident occurred when the Cult Leader tried to draw blood from the Kagune.

That was...

The Kagune was too hard! The syringe couldn't pierce it at all!

"Simu, bear with it."

After saying this, the Cult Leader reached under his black robe and pulled out a prism-shaped weapon with a handle.

If Simu remembered correctly, this was a type of weapon from the island nation, known as a kunai.

A pale blue energy surged from the Cult Leader's body and then wrapped around the kunai.

Under the reinforcement of this energy, the sharpness of the kunai was greatly enhanced, and it actually sliced through Simu's Kagune.

Through the wound, the Cult Leader was finally able to collect the other three tubes of blood.

"Cult Leader, what was that you just used?" Simu asked.

He was quite curious about this energy that could cut through his Kagune, and this also proved that his caution was correct.

One must not act rashly before figuring out the intelligence of this world.

Seeing Simu's puzzled expression, the Cult Leader smiled.

Chakra was not something a wild child from the mountains like Simu could come into contact with, unless Lord Jashin had intended for him to be his whetstone.

Although he was dismissive in his heart, on the surface, the Cult Leader still gave Simu, this "son of god," enough importance and explained:

"Chakra is a special energy refined from the combination of spiritual energy and physical energy. It is the foundation for releasing ninjutsu and is also a necessary condition for becoming a ninja."

Shinobi, huh?

Simu narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

"Heh, only the power of Lord Jashin is supreme! Ninjutsu, shinobi, the Five Kage—sooner or later, they will all die by my hand and become sacrifices for Lord Jashin!"

The head on the ground started rambling again.

However, neither Simu nor the Cult Leader had any intention of paying him any mind.

Seeing that Simu seemed quite interested, the Cult Leader asked, "What is it? Do you wish to learn ninjutsu?"

Simu nodded without hesitation: "Only by mastering sufficient knowledge and power can I offer the Shinobi World to Lord Jashin sooner."

Hearing this, a glimmer of appreciation flashed in the Cult Leader's eyes; he even began to consider whether he should spare Simu's life, as he seemed like he would be a useful assistant.

"It is good that you have such thoughts, but what you should be doing right now is mastering the abilities Lord Jashin has bestowed upon you. Do not bite off more than you can chew."

The Cult Leader put on the air of a senior, teaching him from a position of superiority.

Simu nodded slightly: "Yes."

"There is nothing else. You may leave now."

"Yes."

After leaving the laboratory, Simu picked up Hidan and asked, "Where is the place where the Jashin Cult stores its historical records?"

"Historical records?"

Hidan rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "As a member of the Jashin Cult, you actually want to read that kind of stuff?"

Simu was not at all surprised by Hidan's words and said indifferently, "Or should I be like you, an idiot who accidentally crapped his brains out, and only know how to kill all day long?"

"What did you say?!"

Seeing Hidan about to flare up again, Simu cut him off mid-cast: "I happened to find a few decent wild boars in a cave last time, the ones with two large tusks."

"Mr. Hidan, you wouldn't want your body to be stitched with a giant pig's head, would you?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Hidan immediately expressed his stern protest.

"If you don't want that to happen, then hurry up and take me there!"

Faced with his superior's tyranny, Hidan had no choice but to choose submission in humiliation.