Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Back in medieval Europe, during the height of the Renaissance, countless intellectuals, while proclaiming the name of God, also created brilliant works of art that belonged to humanity itself.

However, the constraints on ideological liberation always exist.

There was a famous family at that time called the Medici family, which is known in later generations as the greatest epic of the Renaissance. It witnessed the rise and fall of the Renaissance for nearly 300 years, but at the same time, it was also undergoing intense changes internally as the Renaissance deepened.

The head of the Medici family at that time was named Hors de' Medici. He was handsome, tall, and imposing, possessed considerable leadership skills, and was even highly accomplished in the arts.

However, beneath his fame, in the shadows unnoticed by anyone, lay his twin brother, Ishuton de' Medici.

Unlike the healthy Halls, Ishuton was frail in the womb with his twin brother and was not even half the size of his brother when he was born.

He was not only born physically weak, but also had a congenital disability in his left leg and was born castrated. Yet, beneath this frail, almost useless body lay a brilliant mind.

He obsessively sought every opportunity for rebirth, hoping to shed this useless body and be reborn with his noble soul.

Therefore, he secretly relied on the Medici family's wealth to constantly search for various mysterious sects and resurrection rituals, trying various measures, but he was never able to achieve his goal.

In order to continue the search, Ishuton gradually established the original Holy Light Church.

Based on the cultural context of the time, the Holy Light Cult incorporated elements of the Bible and mythology. Furthermore, because Ishuton found too many mysterious books with complex and evil content, the background of the Holy Light Cult became increasingly complicated.

Until one day, he found a secret method of reincarnation in a mysterious book—to perform a blood sacrifice ritual, using close blood relatives as the connection, to exchange souls.

Clearly, Ishuton's brother, a healthy Halls, would be the best choice.

In fact, Halls treated Isshuton very well. Halls always felt guilty towards Isshuton, believing that since they were twins, the younger brother's weakness was likely due to him taking up space in the mother's womb.

Therefore, Hols was very lenient with Isshuton, knowing that Isshuton was constantly collecting strange and mysterious churches or rituals, and had slaughtered many civilians in order to test whether they were real and effective.

The Middle Ages were a very dark time. Witch hunts were a constant occurrence, and many people were falsely accused of being vampires and burned at the stake. Not to mention the Black Death and the plague, which never stopped.

Ishuton used various methods such as buying and selling, abduction, and forced possession to collect hundreds and thousands of innocent young boys and girls for the sect, including infants who were only a few months old.

These pure people were all consumed by the ritual, sacrificed to death in one failed ritual after another.

Hols did not approve of such a crazy sacrifice, but because of his guilt, he still used his power as a family member to help Ishuton get rid of trouble time and time again.

Until this ritual, when he learned that his beloved brother, Hors, was the most suitable sacrifice, our sacrificial fanatic Isshuton accepted without the slightest hesitation.

He hated Hors, he envied Hors, he loved Hors, so he gladly decided to completely merge with his brother Hors.

So he tricked Hors into going to the sacrificial site and sacrificed him alive.

Ten innocent infants were placed on the central altar. These frail, naive babies, barely born, lay with their dark, grape-colored eyes wide open.

The baby was babbling and stretching out its arms and legs.

However, the next second, they were smashed into a pile of mud by a huge iron ball that suddenly fell from the high shelf.

The gurgling sounds ceased, and the undeveloped bones, flesh, and brains splattered onto the kneeling sacrificial offerings on the outside.

I won't go into details about what happened next; Tang Tang had already mentally banished that document eight hundred meters away.

In short, the final ritual was, of course, a failure, and after the failure, Isshuton stared silently at his beloved brother's body.

Hols was so perfect—tall, handsome, and healthy. He was a renowned leader and an excellent swordsman.

Even after Hols died, his body gradually paled, but his muscle lines remained full and smooth, something Ishuton could never achieve in his lifetime.

The entire altar was covered in blood; all the offerings were dead. Because so much blood had accumulated and could not be drained, it had even begun to turn black and thick. The stench of blood was extremely strong, stirring up Isshuton's emotions.

His brilliant mind told him that perhaps he had already gone mad.

Maybe.

Ishuton looked at his twin brother's corpse, then looked down, opened his mouth in despair, and fiercely tore at Halls' chest, tearing the flesh apart with all his might.

He was consumed by rage, his hands shoving into Halls' chest cavity, then prying and tearing outwards, ripping the skin... breaking the bones...

He looked down and saw a dark chest cavity with white bones and a red heart inside.

Ishuton stretched out his frail, thin hands, almost broken, and grabbed the heart that had stopped beating, then pulled it out.

He held the heart in his hands, its soft veins still attached, blood trickling down like Hols's silent tears.

Ishuton glanced at his beloved twin brother, whose face was now bluish, his eyes closed, and a gaping, dark hole in his chest.

he died.

Isshutton thought blankly, "My brother is dead."

Then he lowered his head and gnawed on the heart, using all his strength to eat it.

If I eat everything my brother has, will I be able to become one with him in another sense?

Perhaps it was psychological, but later Isshuton miraculously recovered his health, which he attributed to eating his brother's corpse.

But after eating half of Horus's body, Isshuton hesitated, realizing he couldn't bear to part with his brother.

So he made a brilliant decision.

He held another sacrificial ceremony, this time killing Hols' eldest son, Ishuton's nephew.

This time he was much more elegant and experienced. He no longer ate corpses, but his nephew who was still alive and tied up.