The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing.

Chapter 1 There are at least three grammatical errors in your greeting.
The drizzle was tapping on the bars of the cell.

Ansu opened his eyes in a daze.

He lowered his head and stared at the young man's face reflected in the puddle, and was stunned.

That's not his face.

The young man's face was very delicate, and he looked to be at least fourteen years old. His blue eyes reflected the cold light, and his skin was so pale that it was almost transparent.

Dressed in luxurious aristocratic clothing, the robe and long gray hair are dragged on the soil, wrapping the naked feet.

The sickly aristocratic boy and the surrounding dark and humid environment are completely different styles of painting.

"hiss"

Ansu felt severe pain in his head.

The vast amount of memories from the past life came flooding back.

He is the most famous speedrunning anchor in the world, and he is currently participating in the speedrunning challenge of a Western fantasy game called "Naraku".

This is his seventeenth game, and he is about to challenge the world's fastest clearance record. By the way, the current world record is Ansu's sixteenth game.

He was staying up late eating, when suddenly his eyes darkened, and the world changed.

He was reincarnated into Naraku's world.

As the memories continued to merge, Ansu's face became increasingly ugly.

——It seems that I am about to send it at the beginning.

He seemed to be reincarnated into a character who was sacrificed at the beginning.

Literally sacrificed by the Tantrics.

His name is Ansu Morningstad, and he is the heir to one of the richest families, the Morning Star family. Although his family is extremely rich, Ansu is not destined to be the protagonist.

One is that the dark attribute is rare in a hundred years, and the light attribute is weak. He has been known as the "cursed child" since he was born. If his father's family was not enlightened, he would have been pressed to death in a pig cage.

The second is that he was born into a noble family, and his personality was relatively self-sacrificing. He had been lonely and weird since he was a child, and his best skill was running away from home.

The above two characteristics constitute the main reason why Ansu was kidnapped by the esoteric cultists.

The cursed child with high dark attribute is one of the best sacrifices to the evil god.

These two dishes are best eaten by the Mother Goddess of Life. Children with high dark attributes and high holy light attributes taste salty and fat but not greasy.

Children who run away from home are the most convenient for Tantric cultists to kidnap.

According to Ansu's memories from his previous life, he should be in the opening cg stage of the plot of "Naraku" now.

This time, the Tantric cultists kidnapped two children.

One is him, and the other is one of the female protagonists of this work, the future Saint of the Vatican, the pride of heaven who hates evil as much as she hates it - Luojia Fast.

As we all know, the opening of a game always sets the stage for the protagonist's appearance, and Anzu is unfortunately the stepping stone for the protagonist's appearance.

According to the original plot, the secret cultists sacrificed two people one after another, and Ansu burped on the spot and was taken away by the evil god.

And because Ansu's death stimulated the heroine Luojia, the heroine awakened the potential of the saint due to the disaster and killed the esoteric cultists.

From this point of view, if you first please the little saint, hug the protagonist's thigh tightly, and use your past life strategy experience to find a way to activate Luojia's saint physique, you can save a life.

Hug the protagonist's thigh.

——This is the conventional and correct solution.

Normal people know what to do in this situation.

Nothing wrong with it.

Ansu thought about it, and he found that his thoughts at this time were exceptionally clear, and he was unusually calm.

He stood up, walked to the next cell room, and looked at the girl in the next cell.

She is only one year older than Anzu.

Luo Jia lowered her eyes, her silver-white eyelids seemed to be covered with a layer of rime, and the golden eyes under the rime reflected a cold light.

Wearing a washed-white nun's uniform, her white hands hugging her knees, she sat in the other corner of the room.

The dim torch swayed her cheeks, and her shoulders trembled slightly, like a restless kitten.

Xu Shi noticed that Ansu was looking at her, so she raised her head, paused, then lowered her head and turned her face to the other side.

"The Lord will bless us."

Luo Jia said suddenly.

She didn't know whether she was comforting Ansu or herself.

"My name is Ansu, what's yours?" Ansu asked politely.

"Luojia."

"Luojia, listen."

Ansu called her name and said solemnly, "I have a way to save our lives, and you are the most critical and important one in the plan."

The most critical and important thing?
Luo Jia raised her head and met Ansu's eyes.

For some reason, she felt a sense of trust in the noble boy in front of her.

Maybe it's because his smile is so sunny.

After all, he looks handsome.

Luo Jia said, "What should I do?"

Ansu looked into her eyes and spoke slowly,
"That is, I swear to the contract goddess that you will not report me after I go out."

".?" Luo Jia was confused, tilting her head, her silver hair hanging on one shoulder, "What?"

"Also," the boy added, "you can't beat me again."

Many years later, Luojia, who had become a saint in the Holy See, looked at her pope and would always recall this dark and humid autumn afternoon, and the innocent smile of the boy when he forced her to swear to the contract goddess - and feel sincere regret. .
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Time passed slowly, and the patter of autumn rain outside the window also stopped.

Ansu never revealed his plan to Luo Jia from beginning to end. He just leaned against the wall and waited quietly.

The preparations for the tantric ritual are complete.

A priest wearing a golden sun mask opened the cage, first took off the flail from Ansu's hand, and then pushed him out.

A golden mask.

It is a characteristic of the esoteric cultists of the Mother Goddess of Life, the same as the setting in the game.

"Naraku" is a game with a high degree of freedom, and the Mother Goddess of Life Cult is one of the eight secret sects that players can choose to join. They believe in the original mother goddess, the Mother Goddess of Life.

They like to sacrifice their lives most, and win the joy of the Mother Goddess by sacrificing dark beings or believers of the righteous gods, and finally receive blessings.

As the most experienced player, Ansu is very familiar with the various sacrificial rituals of the Life Mother Goddess Cult.

After all, in his sixteenth week, he chose the papal route of the Mother Goddess Religion and held countless sacrificial ceremonies.

After walking out of the cage, we arrived at the altar.

The runes of calling have been drawn with mercury and blood.

There were twisted arms everywhere around the altar, blocks of flesh and blood growing wantonly, and piles of dead bones.

Ansu recognized every material here, [Twisted Flesh], [Seminary of the Dead], and [Cradle of Bones]. Each of the materials could not be obtained through formal channels, and could not be bought with money.

It seems that the esoteric cultists attach great importance to this sacrifice, Ansu thought.

After all, one is the son of the curse and the other is the preparatory saint.

There are twenty figures wearing golden masks crawling on the altar. They are the believers who have been blessed by the Mother Goddess this time.

They are all talents.

According to the process, children with dark talents or nuns from the Holy See are brought to the altar one after another. The bishop recites the blessing, establishes an anchor point, and calls the name of the mother goddess.

The more detailed and clear the blessing, the better the Mother Goddess will hear the call.

The mother goddess takes away the sacrifices and finally bestows blessings on the believers.

During the sacrificial ceremony, the happier the Mother Goddess is, the greater the blessings will be.

The first one to be sacrificed was Anzu. Luojia stood under the altar. She was so frightened by the white bones around her that her face turned pale and her lips trembled slightly. Despite this, she still did not give in. She stared at the esoteric cultists with cold eyes and bit her silver teeth gently. .

She looked at Ansu on the stage again, with some expectation, although she knew it was just a fantasy.

The half-grown boy on the altar stepped on the bloody water with his bare feet, his green eyes dim, like a timid deer.

How could a simple child defeat the evil esoteric cultists?
She wanted to save Ansu more than herself.

Something seemed to be trembling in my heart.

Ansu also looked at Luo Jia. He knew that the saint was only one step away from waking up.

The conventional solution is to hug the protagonist's thigh.

But he is an evil player.

Ansu only believes in one point of view: it is better to seek help from others than from yourself!

The priest next to him had already begun to recite the blessing, his voice was low and hoarse, like a roar of pain,

'Mother of Desire' 'Great Mistress of Life' Your cultists call to you to offer you a dark child on the altar.'

really
As an experienced player, Ansu can find at least three grammatical errors in this congratulation.

After all, this is the opening plot of the game, and by the time Ansu reached the seventh week of playing, the game had been updated to 3.0. Many patches had been added to the settings of the Life Mother Goddess Cult, and of course the congratulations had also been upgraded.

For example, the life mistress should be changed to the birth mistress.

Although this congratulation could attract evil spirits, it was barely audible.

It takes a lot of time to call repeatedly.

And only one sacrifice can be sacrificed at a time.

The next person to be sacrificed must be summoned again.

Spending time on meaningless CGs that cannot be skipped is the most criticized thing by players, so the officials were criticized by players.

The 3.0 congratulatory message unlocked later adds more and more accurate anchors. It can summon evil gods with one click and sacrifice multiple sacrifices at once.

The priest finished reciting a section and was about to recite it again.

At this time, Ansu spoke.

He looked like a fourteen-year-old boy, his pupils were trembling constantly, his voice was trembling, as if he was about to cry in the next second, he said fearfully and childishly:
"Uncle, can I leave any last words?"

His pale blue eyes were filled with tears.

According to the setting, the sacrifice leaves a last message, which is more pleasing to the mistress.

This is also part of the ceremony,

The more sad and desperate the last words were, the happier the mistress was.

So they can't refuse.

The priest nodded contemptuously.

What could a pampered aristocratic child do?

It's nothing more than a few words of crying.

Under the altar.

Seeing the scared look on the young man's face, Luo Jia's heart dropped to the bottom.

Ansu stood in the center of the altar, probably unsteady because of fear, and prostrated on the ground, facing the twenty believers who were also prostrate.

"Mother Goddess of Desire and the Moon, Great Matron of Fertility."

"Eternal motherhood above the spiritual world,"

The high priest noticed something was wrong. The young man's tone became more and more weird, as if he was raising his voice, and his last words were even weirder.

Your last words were clearly my words.

No, it’s even weirder than the priest’s blessing.

"Hey."

The young man smiled strangely. He raised his eyes. There was no fear on his face. His eyes were full of calmness. This was not what a fourteen-year-old child should look like at all.

"This is the hymn of a sincere person, this is a feast for the soul and soul,"

Ansu said, smiling brightly and brightly, "This is a delicacy of blood and flesh!"

"A gift from your devout believer Ansu Morningstar,"

"Dedicate the twenty-one dark heretics on the altar to you——"

"You are invited to have dinner with me!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Luo Jia's eyes widened even more.

At this moment, she finally understood what the so-called "don't report" meant.

What the hell.

The priest also widened his eyes.

What kind of operation is this?
It is simply the opposite of Tiangang.

For the first time in more than thirty years of presiding over a sacrifice, was he being sacrificed by his own sacrifice, or on the altar he had carefully arranged?
This is equivalent to a chef who has been working as a chef for thirty years, but when he was cooking today, the food was cooked in reverse, and he still used their cutting board!
He was so angry that he laughed out loud.

This little brat, thinks he can summon the Mother Goddess by reciting the words once?
Recite for at least four hours,
And the anchor was pronounced wrong.

Finally, who can sacrifice twenty-one people at once?

Summoning evil gods and pronouncing the wrong anchor words will offend the evil gods and incur divine punishment.

But the next second, he stopped laughing.

Great terror has come.

He saw the bodies of the prostrate believers begin to twist and twitch, and the greasy fat began to swell like water. When it reached its limit, it exploded, and blood splashed on the stumps. Some of the blood even splashed on Ansu's sunny smile. .

Why is this guy even more extreme than me when he makes a sacrifice?

The priest's body also began to change, and he screamed.

For the first time, he questioned his faith.

I was here dancing and playing music, calling the goddess ten or twenty times before she would reply with "Oh". This rich second-generation brat just shouted casually, and then the goddess came all the way?

Got bullied!
In Ansu's previous life, this situation would have been technically called a clown.

"You can't do this." He wailed in pain, "You can't"

"You are a heretic in the secret sect. The more the heretic opposes me," Ansu looked at him and said seriously, "the more it means that I am doing the right thing."

"Who among us is the secret cultist?" This was the high priest's last thought, "You're still a fucking underage!"

He was engulfed in flesh and blood, his skin exploding and his entrails and bones rippled in the air.

According to the rules of the Mother Goddess Religion, the blessed believer and the living sacrifice must stand on the altar at the same time, so theoretically, whoever completes the ritual first will be sacrificed first!

The Mother Goddess of Life is an evil god. The evil god doesn't care who summons whom. Even if the person being sacrificed is his believer, he will still eat it.

As long as it is the life of darkness or holy elements, He will accept it all and then give out rewards.

Therefore, who else has a higher level of dark element in their body than a Tantric cultist?
No.

"Sure enough, there is this bug,"

Ansu nodded, showed a joyful smile like a harvest, looked at Luo Jia who was shocked and speechless, and thought to himself,
"Sacrificing twenty-one esoteric cultists at one time is a huge profit."

Hugging the protagonist’s thigh?
Risking being killed, being a stepping stone for the protagonists, licking them crazily, and getting nothing in the end?

No.

——Evil players have many ways to speed through.

(End of this chapter)