Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

Sunset over the snow-capped mountains, the underground base of the Inu Church.

At the end of the deep, winding corridor were rows of cold, metallic interrogation rooms.

Two worshippers dressed in gray robes each carried a bulging sack.

They were carelessly tossed onto the concrete floor of one of the interrogation rooms, making a dull thud.

Suppressed groans, a mixture of pain and despair, could be faintly heard from the interrogation room next door. It was impossible to tell whether they were from men or women. The sounds echoed in the empty underground space, adding to the eeriness of the place.

In the interrogation room, another cult member, wearing a leather apron and wiping bloodstained tools, looked up and grinned:

"Caught two more 'little mice'? Male and female?"

"Two females, both of them look quite young."

One of the believers who was throwing sacks lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and sat on a stained chair, impatiently exhaling a smoke ring:

"Hurry up with the interrogation. We still need to prepare materials for the full moon festival in three days. We don't have time to waste here..."

"Okay, hurry up and hurry up..."

The interrogator chuckled, a lewd glint in his eyes, and took a red-hot branding iron with a thick, blackened tip from the wall. He waved it around in the air a couple of times, making a whooshing sound.

"Female investigators... hehehe, I love interrogating these kinds the most. They're tough, but the way they beg for mercy at the end is the most exciting. I've already ruined several of them."

He walked up to the two motionless sacks and lightly kicked one of them with his toe.

"Hey, stop playing dead! Get out here and confess everything..."

Before he could finish speaking, his movements suddenly froze.

By the dim light.

He saw that a dark red, viscous liquid was slowly seeping out from the side of the sack he had kicked, spreading into a small puddle on the ground.

Blood? !

The interrogator's heart skipped a beat; a sense of foreboding gripped him instantly.

He swallowed hard, forced himself to remain calm, squatted down, carefully untied the rope at the top of the sack, and then pulled it down sharply!

The girl curled up in the sack was not the unconscious girl expected.

Instead, it was a cold corpse dressed in a black robe, its limbs twisted and broken at bizarre angles!

It was the same believer who had just been smoking!

"W-what?!"

The interrogator was terrified and fell to the ground with a thud, dropping the branding iron from his hand with a clang.

He turned sharply to look at the chair where the believer had been sitting—

The chair was empty except for a half-smoked cigarette, still emitting wisps of smoke.

The two believers who carried in sacks... disappeared!

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He scrambled towards another sack, tearing it open haphazardly with trembling hands—

A head with wide-open eyes and an expression frozen in terror rolled out of the sack.

It stopped right at his feet.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

A piercing, distorted scream finally broke through his constricted throat and exploded in the interrogation room!

But the sound only traveled halfway before it abruptly stopped, like a rooster whose neck had been snapped.

A giant hand containing terrifying power.

Without him even realizing it, it had gripped his throat like an iron clamp, lifting him off the ground.

"Uh... Hehe..."

The interrogator kicked his legs in vain, his eyes bulging from lack of oxygen and fear.

With his last bit of strength, he turned his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a golden hair that still shone brightly in the dim light, and the sharp, perfectly sculpted jawline.

Then, he felt a cool sensation on his neck, as if a gentle breeze was blowing.

The next second, the world spun around.

He saw his own headless body, gushing blood, slowly collapsing...

Ah... so, I was beheaded...

This was his last vague thought before his consciousness faded.

He casually tossed the filthy head into the corner.

Jiang Ling shook the blood off her hands and leisurely looked around.

The interrogation room was filled with the smell of blood and rust, but what was more striking was its structure.

The walls, ceiling, and floor were almost entirely made of some kind of metal sheet that shimmered with a cold, silvery light, with perfectly fitted seams, and the lighting was recessed, pale, and cold.

Various torture instruments, whose names I don't know and which look very unfriendly, are neatly hung on the wall, and there are several complicated instruments connected to pipes and screens in the corner.

"Tsk, outside is a pristine snow-capped mountain, but inside it's set up like a secret base from a sci-fi movie..."

Jiang Ling stroked his chin, his eyes icy: "As expected of the Inu Church, which is under the control of the Kujo family and uses religion as a cover to engage in organ trafficking, live experiments, and sacrifices... its technology is quite advanced."

Just now, when they were carried in disguised as Lan Xinlan and Song Ruyu.

He had already quietly spread out his Observation Haki perception like a spider web, revealing the structure of the passageways, the distribution of guards, and the approximate location of key areas along the way.

It's etched into my mind like a 3D map.

"If I remember correctly... that bishop who looks exactly like Miu, after escorting me in, headed towards what was probably the second basement level, right?"

If there was any unexpected surprise that occurred within the plan, it was finding the girl in the village's photo who looked remarkably like Miu.

Compared to smashing the Church of Inu with a single punch.

He wanted to figure out what exactly this "Miyu" was all about first.

……

The second basement level is the core area.

A quiet room filled with a strange blend of religion and technology.

The current head of the Inu Church and the true power behind the Kujo family—Kujo Maki.

He was sitting upright in a chair carved from the skeleton of an unidentified creature.

Her voice was old and dry, like sandpaper being rubbed, yet it carried an undeniable authority:

"Kuroba, you did a good job."

"Continue nurturing, and strive to produce more 'nourishment' before Lord Indra's descent in three days."

"in addition."

Kujo Maki added, her gaze seemingly sweeping over Kuroba beneath her hood:

"From this moment forward, all foreign investigators who infiltrate the island will be killed on the spot without further interrogation or screening. Their bodies will be sent directly to the incubation room as raw materials for 'nourishment.' In these extraordinary times, it is better to kill the innocent than to let any potential threat escape."

"Yes," the little girl in the gray robe nodded coldly.

Kujo Maki closed her eyes:

"There's one more thing. I contacted Kujou through Lord Indra. A skilled blond-haired man has already infiltrated Wakkanai. Don't alert him."

"The main vessel named Miyu has been tricked into coming here. At that time, no one will be able to stop Lord Indra from being resurrected. As the first god to be resurrected, He will bring eternal life and wealth to our Kujo family!"

Kuroba bowed his head silently: "Long live Lord Indra!"

"Okay, go ahead."

Kujo Maki seemed satisfied, closed her eyes again, and fell into a meditative state that was neither fully asleep nor fully awake.

Kuroba left the quiet room.

Along the cold, metallic corridor.

She returned to her personal rest area.

The room was extremely simply furnished, with almost no personal belongings, exuding an inhuman cleanliness and coldness.

She went straight into the bathroom and locked the door.

Only then did he slowly take off the gray bishop's robe that symbolized his status.

The fabric slipped down, revealing a petite body that was almost identical to Li Meiyu's.

The skin is pale, as if it has never seen the sun.

The curves are smooth and beautiful, yet they exude a lifeless and cold feeling.

Only his unremarkable chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

This proves that it is a living creature.

She stepped into the large bathtub that was already filled with hot water, immersing her entire body in the warm water, leaving only her small, pale face exposed.

The rising steam quickly spread out.

The mirror blurred, and so did her vision.

The steamy bathroom was quickly filled with water vapor. She crossed one of her fair legs, her eyes filled with a deep look.

"Miwa...?"

She unconsciously repeated the name to herself.

Just now, in the quiet room, I heard the cult leader mention this name.

Her heart.

The heart that was programmed to be absolutely calm and beat only for the church and the mission unexpectedly and inexplicably fluttered for a moment.

An indescribable, complex emotion, a mixture of stinging, bitterness, and a touch of inexplicable pity.

Like an undercurrent beneath the water, it swept by silently.

What is my relationship with that "Miyu"?

Why... when there are no fragments of her memory?

There is no emotional connection whatsoever.

We've never even met...

Just hearing this name evokes an indescribable feeling in both body and mind.

Kuroba closed his eyes.

He sank himself deeper into the water.

The warm water enveloped my whole body, as if it could isolate me from everything outside and also from the untimely turmoil in my heart.

"Never mind..."

She said to herself, "I was created as a 'backup vessel,' so what does it matter to me if I am the 'main vessel'?"

"Ultimately, isn't the sole purpose of our existence to welcome Lord Indra's resurrection?"

"Compared to those brothers and sisters who cannot even have a complete personality and can only be consumed as 'nourishment'."

"I'm already 'lucky' enough."

Suddenly, at that moment—

boom! !

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the thick metal baffle of the ventilation duct above our heads!

"Who?!"

Black Feather was startled from the water, creating a splash!

All the confusion and laxity were instantly replaced by vigilance and coldness.

Her sharp gaze pierced the ventilation duct like a knife, and she shouted sternly, "Who's there! Get out here!"

boom--!

Another, even more violent impact!

The seemingly sturdy ventilation duct baffle was smashed open from the inside by an incredibly powerful force, twisted and deformed, and fell off!

A dark shadow appeared, like a ghost.

It shot out from the breach at an astonishing speed, its trajectory almost impossible to detect with the naked eye amidst the billowing steam!

Then, in the blink of an eye.

His mouth and nose were covered from behind by a pair of large, hot hands.

Jiang Ling smelled that familiar scent from behind and swallowed hard.

"Miyu, it's me!"

It has to be said that she and Miu are exactly the same in terms of smell and figure.

It was soft where it was soft, hard where it was hard, and carried a unique feminine fragrance. The only difference was that she still had the faint scent of a virgin on her body.

As for Miyu's virgin fragrance.

He'd already ruined it... it'd turned into the scent of a married woman.

"Go to hell!" Kuroba's eyes turned cold, and she kicked him hard with her small foot, hitting him squarely in the mouth.

Then, Jiang Ling felt a bone-chilling cold.

"Zawarudo—!"

Time stopped.

He looked into the mirror in the bathtub.

His body outline remained unchanged in the mirror.

However, on the side of its head, like the magazine of an old-fashioned computer CD player, dozens of shimmering, semi-transparent CD images popped out!

The discs slowly rotated around his head.

Each one has different words appearing on it:

[Time Stop], [Observation Haki], [Conqueror's Haki], [Killing Intent Sense]...

The bottom disc is labeled "Memory".

Jiang Ling unleashed her sinful gaze.

The hidden information about "Miyu" appeared before my eyes.

[1. Black Feather (Clone-Type: Mu-01), a clone bred based on a certain protozoan gene sequence.]

[2. The hidden skill is "White Snake," which can materialize and temporarily strip/extract the target's skills, memories, and even some emotional imprints in the form of a "disc."]

[3. One of the bishops of the Church of Inu, responsible for the allocation and management of "living nutrients" in the "Indra's Revival Project."]

[4. He becomes confused about the meaning of his own existence and suspects that Maki Kujo is withholding crucial information from him.]

6. As an alternative to the main container.

"Her hidden skill turned my hidden techniques and memories into a pop-up disc?" Jiang Ling gasped.

"Wow, this is so shady!"

PS: I updated a total of 6,000 words today, as an extra chapter for the great author "天の渊"... I think the extra chapter is finished. Thank you all for your generous donations... I'm exhausted, thank you so much.