Chapter 46: Respecting the unknown full picture, no comment is offered.
The rumors circulating on the forum did not completely affect reality.
Unlike the lucky women who happened to be menstruating, Ms. Dust on the 23rd floor, who had previously expressed her intention to register, missed her period and could only try registering using the second method.
Time was running out, and she didn't know how many spots were left. But since she had made up her mind to join, she could only start by looking at the people around her.
Yes, it was her father.
After hearing the concept of a petty thief, she became absolutely certain that her father was such a petty thief.
Her father, as usual, grumbled and complained about how unsatisfactory life was. He himself wasn't a spiritualist, but he constantly criticized her for not being one.
Why does he always blame her for not being able to do things that he himself couldn't do?
The dust didn't understand, but before, she had just silently endured it all.
And now, she saw an unknown path unfolding before her—she looked at the analyses of the forum posters. Suddenly, in that moment, she realized she might actually be planning to do it.
Perhaps it was an impulsive thought, or perhaps it was an idea that had been building up for over twenty years, that suddenly erupted in that moment. And then it was unstoppable.
Dust picked up a sharp knife, the one she was most comfortable using.
When her father saw her approaching, he subconsciously started ordering her around, making her tidy up this and that.
"The food I cooked today wasn't very good."
"I've told you so many times, remember to add plenty of seasoning, but not too much. Look at you, this time you clearly added too little."
"You'd be rejected anywhere with your level of skill... If I could tolerate you, I don't know where you'd end up."
These words buzzed in my ear like annoying flies, but I let them go in one ear and out the other, treating them like air.
But at this moment, she felt more unbearable than ever before.
It might be because she was holding a knife that could cut through iron like mud.
It was a sharp knife, which could be used to peel fruit or cut different things, but at this moment, the dust used it to cut the softest and most fragile thing.
"Ah—what are you doing?! Ah—"
A man screamed.
The feel of the meat was familiar; it was all meat, so all I had to do was slice along the grain. It didn't even take many strokes; the first cut caused the soft, mushy thing to spurt out liquid.
It's easier than any ingredient she's ever processed.
Amid the man's groans, Dust derived some amusement from the situation. But then she suddenly remembered that the blood was required for the blood oath, so she quickly grabbed a bucket to catch it.
Dust was afraid that the thief's blood would be depleted too much, and that he would not meet the organization's minimum requirements in the end.
We can't let her find another father to carry on the family legacy.
Based on the amount of blood the human body can produce, 3000 milliliters is enough to be fatal. Dust couldn't help but ponder the thoughts that might have arisen when the goddess of menstruation set such a standard.
Why would the goddess of menstruation make such a request?
As she pondered this, at some point, she suddenly understood.
As the goddess of menstruation, menstruation represents creation as well as death. The bright red blood can control the birth of life, or it can symbolize the passing of unborn life.
Therefore, even if a person who has not menstruated cannot create a child on the spot, they can still perform a death act on the spot.
Dust believed he had grasped the meaning of the myth of menstruation, and his knife movements became even lighter.
She wasn't doing anything bad; she was simply creating death in accordance with the oracle of the goddess of menstruation.
Moreover, he was a petty thief.
He deserves to die, he deserves to die—his sin is being a petty thief, the reason he can no longer live.
For him, death was clearly the most liberating thing.
Didn't he keep saying, "You're so useless, you might as well die"?
Dust felt that her father was actually quite useless—something she had wanted to say for a long time.
In her mother's eyes, her father was a useless piece of trash, so she left the family, while her father continued to be a useless piece of trash.
Since he says trash deserves to die, then let the dust help him achieve that death.
Like a sudden awakening, Chen'ai sensed the power of the Menstrual Goddess that Chu Jue had spoken of. She thanked the Menstrual Goddess for helping her understand this matter with such a straightforward name.
Praise the goddess of menstruation.
The petty thief under her command had already stopped breathing. Dust was used to photograph the bloodstains, which was then submitted for testing and verification. She lay on the sofa in a daze for a while, and then, realizing that she had subconsciously wiped the dagger clean again, she smiled silently.
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"Your application has been approved and registered. Please go to the registration office to verify your membership."
Upon receiving this message, Chen quickly packed his things and took some self-defense tools.
She went to the destination set by the Menstrual Cult, only to find that it was nothing like a newly established church—if Dust knew that this was the base of the Co-Prosperity Sphere that had been forcibly requisitioned by Group 111, perhaps it would have explained the situation.
Sure enough, there are women everywhere here.
All kinds of women, their faces filled with longing and desire.
The overly friendly non-spiritual person in front of me was chatting with Dust: "How many ways did you get in?"
After a moment's hesitation, Dust spoke up: "The second one."
She was afraid the other party would ask whose blood she used to verify it—the other party might guess it was from a heinous thief, but she had killed her own father—well, she admitted, she couldn't actually be sure if the other party was a thief at all, and in this respect, she did have selfish motives.
"I'm the second type too, hehe." The outgoing woman nudged her, a competitive spirit stirring within her. "How many petty thieves did you kill?"
"Huh?" Dust didn't react. "One...one?"
"Oh, then my chances of getting in are probably better than yours." The woman held up a number with her hand. "I cut off three of them directly."
"Ah." Dust blinked, taking a moment to react before praising her, "You're really amazing."
"It's nothing, it's nothing," the woman waved her hand, indicating that it was nothing to her. But the upturned corners of her mouth betrayed her inner pride and joy.
Their conversation attracted the attention of the women around them. Some came up to praise the outgoing woman, while others asked her about the process for the second method of registration, having already used the first method.
He was very familiar with everyone and shared everything with them like family, without holding anything back.
"You said you chopped...chopped three, so they were all..."
Thieves?
A soft female voice asked the question.
Dust looked at her, perhaps with a gut feeling, sensing that her question was malicious.
“Those who committed crimes, those who committed crimes, and those who committed crimes. Of course, they are all petty thieves,” the overly familiar man said. “And you? How did you manage to register?”
The soft female voice pursed her lips and forced a smile: "I came in the first way."
"Oh, I thought you were so concerned because you'd done something good." The overly friendly man didn't continue talking to her and turned to continue chatting with Chen Ai and the others.
The soft, feigned laughter in the woman's voice froze on her face, replaced by a hint of displeasure at the women before her. She knew this Menstrual Cult wasn't a good place; sure enough, most of the people who came here had some issues.
How terrifying! They actually talk about killing people all the time as a topic of conversation and use it to socialize.
Putting herself in the shoes of the men who were being slashed, Qingrou already felt suffocated.
...Why does adding the label of "petty thief" make the methods used against them seem so justified?
Once she's qualified to join, she'll be going to infiltrate the organization as an undercover agent. This is a task her brother assigned her.
The day before yesterday, her younger brother, unusually gentle in tone, asked her about her period. Qingrou thought something serious had happened again. Embarrassed to say it aloud, Qingrou asked seriously, "Why are you asking this?"
Her brother grinned and said, "I didn't do anything, sis. I just wanted to talk to you about something."
That's when she learned about the Menstrual Cult.
Qingrou, who always doted on her younger brother, readily agreed to help him remember the faces of these women. No matter what the future held, she absolutely could not allow them to become her brother's wives.
She felt uncomfortable listening to this and tried to block out the women's conversation, which seemed to disregard human life. She continued to wait impatiently.
The naturally outgoing person in front quickly passed the verification, and the dust behind him also successfully passed and joined the Menstrual God Cult.
After a while, it was finally Qingrou's turn to step forward. She entered her identity verification code and waited for the woman in front of her to ask her a question.
Ying Yi asked her name, and she answered honestly. After a few casual questions, they got to the point:
How did you register?
"The first method."
"Yes, it's been verified, right?"
"Um...yes, I'm still on my period."
Ying Yi frowned and looked up to meet her eyes. Qingrou instinctively wanted to look away; Ying Yi's gaze was too fierce, and she had the feeling that he could see right through her.
"Auntie?" Yun Qiandu interjected from the side, "Is it your auntie who's having her period, or you?"
She paused gently, the question triggering a familiar tension within her: "Me? I already told you, I'm on my period."
"You can't even speak properly, so it's reasonable to suspect that your motives for joining the church are impure." Yun Qiandu waved her away, signaling her to leave. He couldn't even be bothered to make up a reason, and he just brushed her off without any professional ethics.
"Why should I?" Qingrou was even angrier when she saw that she was rejected without giving a reason.
"You can't even remember the name of the church, you must be an undercover agent sent by some god."
"Why can't you remember? Isn't she... isn't she the goddess of menstruation?"
Yun Qiandu glanced at her: "Can't you say these two words? Why were you acting so awkward just now, like you triggered an anti-theft program?"
Her face flushed slightly: "I... I just don't feel comfortable saying it like that. I feel that saying 'Auntie' is more affectionate, so what's wrong with that?"
Sure enough, the women here are not normal people. How did they even start a literary inquisition? She thought of a group called evil spirit masters and felt that these women were similar to evil spirit masters.
Yun Qiandu and Ying Yi ignored her and started talking to the members behind them. Only the naturally outgoing one, in a good mood, kindly explained to her:
"Menstrual blood is an anti-counterfeiting feature. How can I explain the existence of menstrual blood to you?"
"Hmm... You call menstruation 'Auntie,' but menstruation is clearly a woman's condition. Women have 'Auntie,' and men can have 'Auntie' too."
"But menstruation is different. Menstrual blood is blood, while menstruation is a person. Calling it that is not only disrespectful to menstruation, but also to people."
"Disrespecting people is the same as disrespecting women and men."
The women around them listened for a bit, then chimed in with feigned seriousness:
"As a woman, you should at least learn to respect men."
"Yes, these days everyone advocates that men should hold up half the sky, right? Take my advice, don't continue to promote your rule that disrespects men."
These accusations fell upon Qingrou's heart, almost making her dizzy from the well-intentioned advice. Her face turned as red as blood involuntarily.
What are they talking about... How could this be? Does it mean she doesn't respect men?
She thought it made some sense, but then she vaguely felt that something was wrong.
She just habitually refers to menstruation as something else, so why is she being labeled with such a strange accusation...?
Qingrou lost her way amidst the women's repeated cries of "You don't respect men," and slunk back to her lodgings.
When her younger brother saw her return, he came up to her and asked, "How did it go? Did you write down who was in there? Were you notified after you joined, and when will you start cultivating that spiritual power?"
“I didn’t write it down, and I didn’t join,” she said softly, feeling dejected.
She even forgot that this was the reason she left...
"Tsk." The younger brother was a little angry. "So all that troublesome menstrual blood you shed was for nothing? This failed too? What exactly are their review standards over there?"
Gently realizing that he had used the word "menstrual blood," she murmured to herself, "They say I don't respect men."
Her brother was indeed more progressive than her and respected men more than she did.
younger brother:? ? ?
Full of questions, a seasoned forum member turned to post a question on the forum:
Fellow forum members, does anyone know what the Red Cult is, and why does the membership criteria still respect men?
Unexpectedly, his sarcastic post was taken as mockery by his "own brothers," who immediately launched an attack on him.
"I don't understand what they're saying."
"What are you trying to stir up again? Gender is something that should be respected by both sides. Why bring it up and emphasize it? I don't know what you're imagining."
"Play the good guy. Men are the gods, men are the favored ones of the psychic gods, men are the first sex, they are beings you dare not look directly at. When did it become your turn to respect men?"
Various insulting remarks targeting the virtual target emerged, all treating the veteran forum member as a woman, and a war of words ensued.
Still in a state of excitement, Dust recalled her first experience with spiritual power today, a smile on her face as she lay alone in her rented room. She clicked into the forum and saw this post floating at the top.
Although Dust didn't understand what the title meant, seeing that many men had broken down in their replies, she couldn't help but speak up for the original poster. Then she noticed that the original poster had replied with "Who's the woman? I'm a man!" and then deleted her own post in support.
She made a premature judgment without knowing the full picture, which was really inappropriate.
After thinking for a moment, Dust shared the post with a close friend he usually kept in touch with, and left a comment:
"Look, if you want to join but don't have any petty thieves to use, why not consider these readily available resources?"
Her friend quickly replied with an "ok" and an emoji.
[This doesn't mean "okay," it means their funeral procession is in three minutes.jpg]
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Author's Note: [Kiss]
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