A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

When the attack by the top-tier cursed spirit came, he immediately thought that it was Kenmei Isayama who had exorcised it alone. He felt embarrassed to accept the money for that, so he had his two students mention it to Kenmei Isayama.

As for achievements, they are negligible. Moth Path is an unpopular figure in the Spellcaster Association, and his chance to become the principal of the Spellcaster Academy is truly over.

Including the bonus from Yomotsu Masamichi, Kenmei Isayama will soon receive nearly 40 million yen, and that's the full amount without paying taxes.

Not only has his points balance surpassed one million, but now even Kenmei Isayama's bank account is about to break the seven-figure mark, reaching 43.46 million yen.

With 40 million yen about to be in his hands, Kenmei Isayama couldn't help but smile. As expected, it was easy to fleece the Spellcaster Association.

"Wu, can the certificate be sent to the designated location?"

Kenmei Isayama didn't want this, but his uncle would probably be very happy to receive it, since it would be a great honor for his family.

The fact that a descendant of the family has the achievement of exorcising a top-tier cursed spirit is quite prestigious even among the three founding families, not to mention that it is like a shot in the arm for the declining Isayama family.

"Of course, just let the Sorcerer's Association know."

"Also, Xianming, if you were to take the exam to become a sorcerer, your merit in exorcising a top-tier sorcerer spirit could exempt you from the exam and allow you to directly reach the level of a second-tier sorcerer."

As for the evaluation of first-level sorcerers, in addition to merits, a recommender is also required.

Xia Youjie seemed to realize something, so he continued to explain.

“Starting as a Level 2 Spellcaster, you can receive a fixed base salary from the Spellcaster Association, with an annual income of around eight million yen.”

Therefore, the senior students in the third year of the sorcery college are racking their brains to get higher professional titles.

"Okay, I understand, Jay."

Kenmei Isayama got out of bed and faced Natsuyuki and Gojo Satoru.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing, please help me with the discharge procedures."

"Won't you get another medical check-up? We can have a car from the High School of Spellcasting take you home tomorrow."

Xia Youjie asked

"No need, I know my body well."

Kenmei Isayama shook his head.

"Since we have some free time, why don't we go out for a late-night snack?"

"night snack!!"

Upon hearing what Kenmei said, Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up immediately.

“This idea is excellent, and I, Gojo-sama, wholeheartedly approve.”

Kenmei Isayama smiled at Satoru Gojo's reaction.

"Let's eat the barbecue that Wu mentioned earlier. I haven't had dinner yet and I'm starving."

"But doesn't Jay only eat vegetarian noodles?"

Wu Tiao Wu suddenly remembered that his good brother Xia Youjie ate even more bland food than the monks in the temple. Could he get used to eating greasy food like barbecue?

Jie also said the same thing, but Isayama Kenmei's words left him speechless.

"Who said that? Last time Jay went out with me, we ate five plates of meat alone."

Recalling the first time he had dinner with Xia Youjie, Isayama Kenmei replied.

"Besides, even if it's not to our taste, can't our good brothers come with us?"

"That's no problem."

Gojo Satoru simultaneously placed his hands on the shoulders of Natsumi Yuki and Isayama Kenmei, who were both wryly smiling, and pulled his two friends along, a cheerful smile spreading across his face.

"Heading to the barbecue restaurant!"

By the time Kenmei Isayama, Jie, and Wu finished their barbecue and returned home, it was already past ten o'clock at night. In the darkness, a white dragon slowly hovered in Kenmei Isayama's yard, and soon this ferocious white dragon soared back into the night sky.

"Jay's 'Rainbow Dragon' is really useful as a mount."

The Jujutsu Academy is located in a remote mountain area of ​​Tokyo, and it takes more than an hour to drive there to get to the city center, but Rainbow Dragon only takes ten minutes.

Kenmei Isayama bowed to the two figures disappearing into the sky and then went into the room.

After taking a shower, looking at Uncle Lan standing in the room like a sculpture, Kenmei Isayama felt a great sense of security.

"Thank you for your help again today."

The big blue guy simply nodded coolly and replied with a single sentence.

"All things are dust."

Kenmei Isayama chuckled and rolled over in bed, immediately summoning the [Warhammer Simulator].

"Then let the roulette wheel start spinning!"

[Would you like to consume 1000000 points to activate a C-level simulation?]

Kenmei Isayama chose without hesitation

【Yes】

He had been holding back from activating [D-level simulation] for so long, just to accumulate enough points to unlock the higher-level [C-level simulation]!

Chapter 101 Opening the Door, the Courtroom Brings Warmth

"Is C-level simulation really that exciting?"

The familiar pain of being struck hard on the back of the head struck again, and when Kenmei Isayama opened his eyes, he was still clutching his head and grimacing.

"I feel like my brains were splattered out."

When Kenmei Isayama regained consciousness, the first thing he did was not to observe his surroundings, but to subconsciously raise his hand to look at himself.

It's all tears when I talk about it. Why are there so many races and factions in the Warhammer world? Every time I raise my hand, it's a different experience.

The first time it was mentioned, it was a dog's paw; the second time, it was a bright green hand, causing significant psychological trauma to Kenmei Isayama.

Fortunately, on this third time in the C-level simulation, Kenmei Isayama finally saw a pair of perfectly normal human hands, without any strange scales or odd patterns; everything was just normal.

Kenmei Isayama is now sitting in a very comfortable leather chair, with a desk in front of him covered with various books and documents.

A peculiar obsidian box on the table caught Kenmei Isayama's attention. He vaguely sensed that this thing was very important to him, and subconsciously reached out to touch it.

After hearing the words, "Biometrics verified, Your Honor," the contents of the box automatically ended up in Kenmei Isayama's hands.

The medal felt incredibly cold to the touch. He opened his hand and saw an exquisite medal with a ghastly, pale skull nailed to a cross, its eyes gleaming with malice. However, the overall structure still vaguely resembled the letter "I".

When his eyes met those of the skull, a flood of memories that didn't belong to Kenmei Isayama instantly filled his brain, giving him a splitting headache.

In the torrent of countless memories, the largest scene appeared before Kenmei Isayama.

In a vast Gothic palace, a colorful glow is projected onto the stained-glass windows, behind which stands a magnificent, towering imperial statue overlooking the hall from its shrine, the ruler of the human empire holding a holy sword pointing straight to the sky.

“Child, from this day forward you will be an inquisitor of the Inquisition, the Religious Order of the Heretics.”

Under the emperor's gaze, a gaunt, white-haired old man handed a silver medal bearing the insignia of the Inquisition, which reflected a cold, eerie light, to a young man kneeling on one knee before him, his expression one of fervor.

"Remember this: it is better for a hundred innocent people to die in the wrath of the emperor than for one person to kneel before the devil and become a heretic."

"Go, Macanos, and bring destruction upon every heretic."

"In the name of the Emperor!"

These words have a magical power that makes every warrior who hears them willing to give their life.

"In the name of the Emperor!"

With his eyes glazed over, Kenmei Isayama muttered the same words. Overwhelmed by the massive flood of memories, he was drenched in sweat, his back completely soaked.

"Traitors to the Inquisition, heretics, must die!"

"For the sake of the Emperor, all sacrifices are necessary."

"huh, huh"

Isayama Kenmei, panting heavily, forcibly cut off the reception of the memory; if he continued to receive this memory, he would become an idiot.

"What is that, a fanatic?"

Those were memories filled with darkness, numbness, and bloodshed, scenes of executions of all sorts of heretics, traitors, and other enemies of the empire.

Isayama Kenmei understood only one thing: this body was an absolute executioner, slaughtering countless lives. It would mercilessly kill anyone it judged to be an enemy of the empire, regardless of age or gender.

To the traitors within the empire, this young man was an existence comparable to a chaotic demon, the most terrifying enemy.

This body came from a local Imperial Inquisition, whether it was the Demon Inquisition, the Heretic Inquisition, or the Alien Inquisition, all the inquisitors there were like that. They ruthlessly and efficiently plunged chainswords into the chests of Imperial enemies, or chopped off the heads of these traitors.

Macanos Elfman, an inquisitor of the Imperial Expeditionary Order's Inquisition, a ruthless heretic killer.

"Heretics and traitors will never be forgiven, and I will ensure they never find peace in this world or the next."

"

This is the obsession that surged up when Kenmei Isayama took over this body.

The authority of the Inquisition derives from the Emperor himself, surpassing any other organ of power within the Empire. They are the Empire's secret police, and each Inquisitor pursues the mission of human continuation in their own way.

Demons, aliens, and heretics have never ceased to threaten the Empire, and the three major religious orders dedicated to combating them exist as a result.

The inquisitors under Kenmei Isayama were branches of the Tribunal of the Three Great Empires, namely the Tribunal for the Heresy of the Rebellion Order.

Their mission is to protect humanity from internal enemies and to combat internal threats to the Empire, such as traitors, mutants, heretics, apostates, and unauthorized psykers.

It is fair to say that even the powerful Astartes would not enjoy being around an inquisitor, regardless of which court they came from.

The Inquisition is the most prominent among them, possessing ultimate authority over any other organization within the Empire. Furthermore, the Inquisition can request assistance from any other authority within the Empire, including the Imperial Navy, the Astral Army, and even the Astartes, who must provide "assistance" when necessary.

Compared to their brethren in the Inquisition of the Aliens and Demons, the Inquisitors are generally considered to be darker and more sinister.

Their focus on eliminating human enemies within the Empire has turned them into a dark, paranoid, and intolerant group.

The Type I medal with a skull shape that Kenmei Isayama had touched earlier.

That was the license symbolizing the highest power in the empire: the Inquisitor's Rose Knot.

When an interrogator or judge is officially promoted to judge, he or she will receive his or her own judge's rose knot as a symbol of his or her status and supreme authority, meaning that all his or her actions are carried out in the name of the emperor!

Inquisitors are typically on par with high-ranking Imperial officers such as Chapter Masters of Space Marines, Grand Marshals of the Astronaut Corps, and Admirals of the Imperial Navy.

With this starting point, just considering his status and the resources he can mobilize, Kenmei Isayama is already in an invincible position.