Chapter 452
Chapter 452
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 452
Chapter Title: Level-Up System
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“Kyaaah!”
The female devotees screamed.
The head priestess and senior priestesses, whom I had warned in advance, began managing the female devotees.
‘1 second… 2 seconds… 3 seconds….’
Exactly 10 seconds.
I used Complete Recovery.
The sword piercing my throat was pushed out and clattered to the floor. I opened my eyes perfectly fine and got up. My white devotee robe was soaked red.
“The Apostle of Lightning has been resurrected!”
Someone shouted upon seeing me rise, and all eyes turned to me.
“He’s risen from the dead!”
“It really, truly is the Apostle of Lightning!”
“The Apostle of Lightning has resurrected!”
The devotees’ eyes filled with fanatical light as they witnessed the miracle of my resurrection from death. Everyone stared at me.
One advantage of brainwashing. If you show a performance that gives certainty once the brainwashing has progressed to a certain degree, you can make them believe in you blindly like this.
“Everyone. Do you believe in me?”
I raised both hands high above my head.
Crackle!
Blue lightning sparked along my arms. This imprinted once more on them that I was the Apostle of Lightning.
“We believe!!!”
The female devotees’ voices echoed loudly.
“Do you believe?!”
“We believe!!!!!”
I smiled contentedly at the female devotees. The cult leader’s brainwashing was working perfectly. I could feel the madness permeating the air.
“Everyone! We must perform the ritual to stop the demon! Everyone, take off your clothes! I’ll start by removing mine!”
I stripped off my blood-soaked devotee robe and tossed it into a corner.
As I undressed, the head priestesses disrobed first, followed by the female devotees gathered in the auditorium.
Over 1,000 women stood naked in perfect order.
“We’ll begin the ritual! Everyone, bow your heads! Show reverence to the heavens!”
I hypnotized a senior female devotee at the front of the platform.
“Heavens above!”
The senior devotee shouted and prostrated flat on the floor.
“Heavens above!!!”
The female devotees followed her lead and prostrated.
I began preaching, citing doctrines. Even to my own ears, it was on the level of a bastard dog barking nonsense, but the female devotees listened intently as if it were scripture.
“Now we’ll begin the ritual. Please stand. There are too many people, so we’ll do a simplified version.”
The female devotees stood at attention.
I went down among them, walking between the female devotees, extending both hands and touching each one’s breasts and pussies once.
I moved with a solemn expression, but in my head, I was busy evaluating the devotees’ beauties.
‘This one’s a fat pig bloated with flesh from who knows what she ate. This one’s got uneven tits. This one’s fucking ugly.’
Even for me, I couldn’t fuck over 1,000 women in one day. Selection was necessary.
A total of 32.
Beauties to my taste. I whispered quietly to them.
“After dismissal, stay in the auditorium and don’t go anywhere.”
I returned to the platform and, proudly displaying my erect cock, commanded the female devotees.
“The ritual is complete! The demon won’t touch you devotees! Now, for the finale, let’s pray! Everyone, prostrate and raise your asses high!”
“Yes! Apostle!”
The female devotees obeyed without sensing anything odd. I gazed at their asses, offered a short prayer, then dismissed them.
I said to the head priestesses.
“Give me the auditorium keys and all go back. Ah, a few female devotees need to stay. They have constitutions easily targeted by demons, so I must bestow grace directly to protect them.”
“Understood, Apostle.”
“And… Priestess, you stay.”
I pointed to one priestess. She had a whitish liquid stuck to her thigh.
“…Yes, Apostle.”
Including me, 34 people remained in the auditorium.
I gathered the female devotees in the center of the auditorium.
“I will personally bestow grace upon you devotees. Devotees, follow my words well.”
“Yes, Apostle. Just say the word.”
“Priestess, prostrate on the floor.”
“Yes.”
“Not like that—press your upper body to the floor and raise your ass higher.”
“L-like this?”
“Yes, good. Stay like that.”
It was an explicit pose exposing pussy and anus. Her cute anus twitched, and her swollen red pussy was filled with semen.
I then commanded the remaining female devotees.
Centered on me and the priestess, the female devotees formed a circle and prostrated. Their faces touched the pussy of the person in front, and the asses of their faces touched the person behind.
“This is the purification ritual! While I bestow grace one by one, you all slowly rotate and lick the pussy of the person in front to purify it! Now! Let’s begin the ritual!”
The female devotees began the purification ritual.
“Smooch. Slurp. Suck.”
“Euuk… Slurp. Chuuurp…”
“Sluuurp. Slurp!”
Sounds of pussy-sucking came from all directions. I smiled in satisfaction, grabbed the priestess’s ass, and thrust my cock into her pussy.
Splurt!
“Priestess! How is it! Do you feel my grace?!”
“Haaa…! I feel it! The Apostle’s grace is filling me up inside! Aaah! It’s like heaven here!”
I shook my hips and looked around. The women were rotating in a circle while licking pussies.
The smell of women filled the air. Familiar yet unfamiliar. It was because, having embraced countless women, no two had the exact same scent.
Amid the women’s scents, I lost my reason and became a beast. The only time my mind returned was during creampies.
“Aaaaang! Apostle!!”
After ejaculating into the screaming priestess’s pussy, I commanded.
“Priestess, switch places with that female devotee.”
“Ah… Y-yes.”
The priestess joined the circle of women. The female devotee behind her unhesitatingly buried her mouth and nose into the priestess’s pussy dripping with semen and juices, flicking her tongue. They were as mad as I was.
“Apostle! Bestow grace upon me!”
“I like the enthusiasm. Now, prostrate!”
I kept thrusting until sunrise. I fucked all 33 women, 21 of whom were virgins who had never experienced a man.
All 33 were impregnated.
4 PM.
Black sedans and Rolls-Royce vehicles entered.
The cars stopped, doors opened. Bodyguards got out first, providing ironclad protection for the Crimson Sea Church’s cult leader.
The devotees standing there sweating profusely all knelt on the floor.
“Welcome! Leader!”
I hid among them and confirmed the leader.
A tanned middle-aged man in his mid-40s. He had a good impression. His hearty laugh gave an air of detachment.
I looked at the clothes he wore. Gaudy priestly robes as if he were truly the leader, shoes too luxurious for commoners to even glance at, and a wristwatch on his left hand worth tens of millions.
“Hahaha… Welcoming me like this… I don’t know where to put myself. Haha.”
The Crimson Sea Church’s leader, Shim Jong-pil, laughed leisurely.
That guy prioritizes money above all else.
‘And he has ambitions to dominate Korea through brainwashing.’
It would take time, but with brainwashing ability, it wasn’t impossible. If I’d left him alone, that is.
In the original story, his ambitions were crushed by the protagonist, and now he’ll become my subordinate.
‘Sugella!’
Shim Jong-pil, laughing heartily as he passed through the devotees, stopped. He frowned and looked around.
“Leader, what’s wrong?”
The archbishop walking beside Shim Jong-pil asked.
“Ha… Just a strange feeling for a moment.”
“Could it be you sensed the demon’s presence here! As expected of the Leader!”
“…Mm. Yes. I feel the insolent demon’s evil.”
“That demon will ultimately perish before your holiness!”
I tried hypnotizing again.
‘Sugella!’
Shim Jong-pil looked around suspiciously again but couldn’t find me, the cause, and resumed walking.
He sensed I used hypnosis but didn’t realize it was hypnosis.
‘The system doesn’t notify separately if hypnosis succeeds.’
I tried hypnotizing the leader repeatedly, but it failed.
‘He didn’t fall for the original protagonist’s hypnosis either. Even though my magic power and hypnosis level are higher now, it fails… Last time with lower hypnosis level, it worked briefly on the telekinesis guy.’
His magic power being higher than mine was expected, and his brainwashing ability’s uniqueness might prevent hypnosis entirely.
‘Or his mental strength is far beyond normal.’
Even a cult leader with brainwashing wouldn’t last without exceptional mental fortitude.
‘Just break his mental strength.’
There are many ways to shake mental strength. Even slight panic creates a gap for hypnosis.
‘Chop off an arm or leg, and hypnosis becomes easier.’
Torture could wear it down, though annoying.
But Shim Jong-pil can’t die. If he does, the brainwashing unravels. Residual effects remain, but control becomes difficult, and recruitment harder.
‘What to do. Go find him now, sever an arm, and hypnotize? Or…’
Over 2,000 devotees stood in perfect order before a refreshingly flowing valley.
Shim Jong-pil ascended a makeshift platform and directly preached doctrine to the devotees. A camera stood before him, filming the leader against the valley backdrop.
The reason for filming the valley instead of a field or auditorium was simple: nice background.
Through the broadcast, devotees nationwide would hear the leader’s words. Viewers likely exceeded 10,000.
Shim Jong-pil spat while declaring he’d save the devotees.
‘Listening to that guy… it’s irritating somehow.’
The cause was obvious. Shim Jong-pil was using brainwashing now.
‘Getting tired of just standing. Time to move. Sugella!’
I hypnotized the cameraman. Success—he’ll keep filming without my orders.
I walked forward. Shim Jong-pil stopped his speech and looked at me. Bodyguards surrounded him. The camera captured everything.
“Devotee. Can’t you see I’m speaking? Return to your place.”
Shim Jong-pil said coldly. My legs didn’t stop.
“Leader! It’s me! Have you forgotten me?!”
“……I don’t know who you are.”
Shim Jong-pil’s face turned perplexed. He looked at me like a madman. He probably thought his brainwashing worked too well.
One drawback of doctrine-based brainwashing: imperfect control.
“Didn’t we dwell under the same heavens! You, as the Apostle of the Heavens, descended to lead devotees to paradise, and I, as the Apostle of Lightning, protect devotees and eradicate demons! I wouldn’t have descended to this land originally, but with demons rampant, the pitying heavens sent me down!”
Shim Jong-pil’s face hardened. He’d feel threatened by some crazy devotee challenging his position.
“Nonsense! The only apostle from the heavens is me! That man is lying! What are you doing! Seize him! He’s a demon masquerading as an apostle!”
The leader shouted, face red. As his guarding devotees moved—
“Leader! He truly is the Apostle of Lightning from the heavens!”
“We witnessed the Apostle’s miracle yesterday!”
“That’s right! The Apostle resurrected from death!”
Following the head priestesses, female devotees shouted I was the apostle. As they chorused, male devotees looked at me uncertainly.
“What is this… You demon! You’ve deceived the devotees!”
“Leader, you’ve forgotten the memories of the heavens. I understand. It’s been long since you descended… Leader and devotees! I’ll prove here that I’m an apostle!”
I passed the platform where Shim Jong-pil stood and headed to the flowing valley.
My legs didn’t stop, steps continued.
The surroundings fell silent instantly. Shim Jong-pil shut his mouth, eyes wide.
Because I was performing the miracle of walking on water.
With each step, devotees gazed at me with awe.
I stopped in the valley center, turned back. I still stood on water.
“I am Sung Yu-jin, apostle from the heavens.”
The devotees knelt en masse.