Underhanded Tactics, Targeting the Abyss

The Church's methods were understandable. Though unscrupulous, they could still be considered gentle—a sugar-coated bullet.

To some people, this did not even count as manipulation. It was simply handing out candy outright.

"I'm only a one-year-old child, yet you're using such methods on me." Naimus shook his head. To him, this was instead an insult.

They hoped to use emotions to control people.

"Mother..." Naimus's thoughts shifted slightly. Anin's mother in this world was nothing noteworthy, merely an ordinary noblewoman.

Nor did his mind need to depend on any mother.

This alone showed that The Church lacked "confidence."

If a faction was outstanding enough, possessed sound mechanisms, and upheld correct and reasonable ideals,

then what it needed to do was help individuals resolve the psychological problems caused by minor flaws.

After all, Naimus was now the Grand Commander of The Church. Although he was a Demon at his core, these people did not know that.

Yet they still used such petty tricks on one of their own to bind talented people to them.

The effects might be good, but if something went wrong, it would also estrange people.

From this small detail alone, it was clear that the Church of Precepts had serious internal problems.

Ordinary cultivation methods were probably no longer enough to retain talent.

Any organization could only retain talent through faith, prospects, and stability.

As a church, the Church of Precepts naturally placed faith first.

There were also quite a few pure believers within The Church.

Some Saints were especially so. They became pure because of their faith and received the God's blessings because of it.

On the other hand, as the environment changed, some of the God of Precepts' doctrines had become outdated.

The ideological changes brought by changing times made it impossible for many people