Chapter 51. A world ruled by lies is crumbling. ...
The executors didn't even leave behind ashes, and the high-ranking officials in the central area were completely panicked.
"Where is your God of Spiritual Power? Didn't he send down a divine decree?" Chu Jue asked.
She wouldn't miss the men's subtle, clandestine actions—just like what the two thousand had done before their deaths. Chu Jue preemptively activated the catalytic tool, converting all the remaining spiritual energy into mental power.
With such overdraft, the spiritual veins will have to wait some time to repair themselves.
She dealt with the third male lead in the process, and the fourth male lead, who had been talking incessantly, fell silent.
"Alright, I'm not dead," Chu Jue concluded. "Let's get back to the previous topic."
"You also think he did something evil? Then according to you, how should he die?"
The fourth man snapped out of his daze, only then remembering her "previous topic." Cold sweat broke out on his forehead; how did she bring this up again?
The men in the central area assumed that Chu Jue was already silent. All that remained was for them to maintain appearances, say a few more official words, and then the meeting could adjourn.
To their surprise, even with everyone mobilized, they still couldn't defeat Chu Jue!
What exactly was she? The men were horrified. Was she really, as she claimed, the agent of the goddess of menstruation?
Her bizarre and powerful divine abilities, far surpassing those of humans, could only be a gift from the gods.
The men dared not underestimate him; at this moment, they truly regarded Chu Jue as a formidable opponent. The decision-maker quickly grasped the underlying logic: since Chu Jue hadn't dealt with them along with the others, he must have intended to maintain peaceful relations in the future.
If she has such thoughts, then we can continue to exploit her. What power, what face—none of them are as important as their lives. Compared to this, those things are utterly insignificant.
As the representative, Decision Maker No. 5 immediately swallowed his pride and tentatively replied, "Of course, how do you think he should die?"
But after replying, he remembered—wasn't that male team leader already dead? What message was Chu Jue trying to convey by asking these questions at this moment?
His intuition told him that he shouldn't continue the conversation.
But Chu Jue, of course, did not agree with him and continued, "He has already been punished to death by the gods, so shouldn't those who committed the same sins also die?"
...The fifth man dared not say more.
He looked helplessly at the other decision-makers, who were all more or less involved in the matter with their subordinates and even themselves.
“You’re only concerned with dealing with that evidence, but that’s completely unnecessary.”
“As long as you still have the men you cherish, this unbreakable blood relationship with your mother can always be traced back to testify to every missing man who ‘did not participate’.”
The decision-makers looked grave. They had, of course, considered what Chu Jue had said. However, the Spirit Project itself was highly confidential, and unauthorized personnel had no way of knowing about it. And as the highest-ranking rulers, they were already bound by a shared destiny.
Previously, they thought, "So what if a woman knows about this plan?" But now... after Chu Jue pointed this out, the men are genuinely afraid.
The decision-makers involved realized what she meant and began to regret why they hadn't killed the man before they realized the danger of the trip.
Chu Jue read out a comment: "The fifth male lead's face is a bit green, his acting is too bad, I suggest he be taken off the air."
She smiled, took over the mission of "executor," and casually completed the task.
After the fifth male lead died, the man beside him couldn't hide his dark and gloomy expression. Chu Jue found him an eyesore and mistook him for the sixth male lead. The unfortunate sixth male lead didn't even get to say his closing lines before being taken down along with him.
New things are appearing in the comments section:
[Who is the seventh male?]
[Get to the top quickly, or you'll be trapped.]
[I'm speechless, none of the above rhymes.]
Compared to the lively chatter on the screen, the scene remained quiet.
"Why is no one talking?" Chu Jue asked.
The barrage of comments started appearing at just the right time:
Let me explain.
How should I explain this to you?
[Say it, say it, boss, look at me!]
I don't know if the last one should be left to the whim... Chu Jue wasn't interested in the men's silence; he was more interested in watching the comments.
The large screen displayed a list of "co-conspirators," and if the list was accurate, most of the men present would likely face death.
The management staff covered a large portion of the area, while the men in the church were considered "cleaner."
"Does anyone want to appeal?" Chu Jue asked.
Her response was still silence.
"No response within three seconds shall be deemed as no objection."
Chu Jue began the countdown.
"three."
Her gaze swept over the flustered men.
"two."
She slowed her pace by several seconds, and some men, unable to withstand the pressure, even fainted. One man fainted, and more men followed suit; some even feigned fainting to appear clever.
Chu Jue took everything in.
The last second felt exceptionally long because of this interlude, like waiting for a sword to fall from above.
"one."
Chu Jue stopped the timer.
The men scattered in a panic, not knowing what to do, completely lacking the former authority of the "Central District Management Office." They didn't know what Chu Jue was thinking—but in this countdown, their only thought was to escape.
Run away, escape her control! This mysterious power is far beyond what ordinary people can resist! This woman hasn't made any demands; there's no room for negotiation.
The male lead, who had spoken earlier, finally spoke up: "Wait, we can talk."
"Oh, so now we can talk again? I thought you already knew why I came."
Chu Jue glanced at him and summarized the day: "Did you bring me here just to define me as an evil spiritist?"
Seeing that she was willing to negotiate properly instead of taking drastic actions, the male lead's mind raced.
They shouldn't have made such a label before the facts were clear. Even if the two sides were previously on opposite sides, it doesn't mean there's no possibility of cooperation.
This is a problem that arose because they underestimated the woman! If the other person were a man, they certainly wouldn't have handled it this way.
She must be very bothered by being accused of being a psychic.
Realizing he had caught Chu Jue on the wrong note, the male lead immediately made a decision and denied it, saying, "No, of course you're not."
Only by going along with what she says can there be a possibility of continuing negotiations!
Chu Jue's next words left him stunned, frozen in place: "No, I am."
“I am an evil spirit master,” Chu Jue repeated.
Her words sparked a wave of question marks in the live chat. The men present also found it hard to understand, with some wondering, "Is she crazy?" How could a woman openly admit to being an evil spirit in such a setting?
"Remember this, I'll only say it once."
Chu Jue's expression, however, was not a joke.
"The evil spirit master is not a follower of any god of evil thoughts. This is a slander and misconception of fools—that kind of ugly, despicable, and defective product is called a thief."
She spoke to every woman watching her through the screen.
"Evil spirit masters are beings appointed by the Goddess of Menstruation. Fearless women, women with extraordinary talents, women who are suppressed by men but break free from their cages and grow freely, are evil spirit masters."
The representative of the gods spoke in a deep voice with an unquestionable tone.
"All women protected by the goddess of menstruation are evil spirits."
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The chaotic barrage of comments swarmed like locusts. Yun Qiandu took a soft tissue and wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Chu Juezhen, I'm going to cry my eyes out."
"She had planned to vindicate 'evil spiritists' from the very beginning? When exactly did this start...?"
Ying Yi lowered his eyelashes, unable to answer her question.
"She possesses supreme power, which is unshakeable and is equivalent to having the highest level of authority."
“And whoever holds the scepter can define an ‘evil spiritist’ at any time.”
Just like those men had done before, they said that evil spiritists were beings that should be eradicated, but now it was Chu Jue who seized the scepter.
Chu Jue overturned their established concepts and rewrote the lies they had told.
At that moment, the whole world was listening to her speak.
Chu Jue said, "Listen to me, this is what a true evil spirit master is."
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Zhu Xi stood there, stunned. Beside her was Xiao Mi, who had come to ask her, "When will the second round of registration open?"
They were all surprised that the live stream would suddenly start, and they ended up watching it together without really understanding what was going on.
When Chu Jue mentioned the "male team leader's misdeeds," Xiao Mi glared at him angrily. She had just recovered from the devastating news that the male team leader had been punished by the God of Menstruation, and now she was being told such a cruel thing.
So, this is the truth?
Her heavy heartbeat made it difficult for her to control her breathing. After what seemed like an eternity, Xiaomi finally calmed down and said, "What she said, is it true?"
As the first person to discover this, Zhu Xi still felt breathless at this moment. She tried to take a deep breath and nodded: "Yes."
The two continued watching in silence. As Chu Jue easily dealt with the group of executors, Xiao Mi's potential value, which Zhu Xi couldn't see, instantly soared.
She was thrilled by the scene. It was clearly the most violent thing ever, but why did Chu Jue handle it so effortlessly?
If... if she had joined the Menstrual Cult earlier, would she have been able to do the same thing?
Xiao Mi was still in a bad mood when the fifth male character appeared on the screen. She noticed that Zhu Xi's expression had changed.
"What's wrong, Xixi?" Xiaomi asked with concern.
"...It's nothing." Zhu Xi didn't say much; she only noticed her father standing next to the man.
I also witnessed my father's fate.
"Okay." Xiaomi felt that she wasn't so "unaffected," so she gently put her arm around her. "If you're feeling unwell, how about we stop watching for now?"
Zhu Xi shook her head: "Thank you, I'm fine."
Xiao Mi nodded, but still kept an eye on Zhu Xi's condition from time to time. Only after realizing that Zhu Xi was not putting on a brave face did she feel relieved.
It wasn't until Chu Jue uttered those words about "evil spirit masters" that Xiao Mi's attention was completely drawn to him.
The woman on screen remained the same as always, just like every time she appeared before. Her resolute, powerful, and unstoppable aura was like that of a warrior with her sharp edge fully revealed.
"Wow, that's so cool!" Xiao Mi couldn't help but be mesmerized.
Chu Jue's voice, like a distant shout, resonated deeply in her heart.
Chu Jue uttered those words—"I am an evil spirit master."
For some reason, she couldn't help but shed tears. This was different from the emptiness she had previously struggled to understand; it was a feeling that belonged to the depths of her soul, a self that had never been discovered before.
"She's an evil spiritist," Xiao Mi murmured to herself.
"You should become like her too... a Jiang fan."
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A huge thread was being built on the forum, but it had nothing to do with Chu Jue at this moment. She could see the likes that Ji Linyuan was sending from afar, displayed prominently on the screen.
Chu Jue: ...
"Alright, I've finished saying what I needed to say." Chu Jue was very democratic. "And you all?"
The men were at a loss for words, but the newly minted seventh male among them spoke up promptly: "You're right, the church's judgment was flawed. The oracle of the God of Spiritual Power was misunderstood; this is a dereliction of duty on the part of the church! With such a grave error, the church should be completely reorganized!"
He openly criticized the church, then continued to fawn over them: "Thieves, that kind of thing is called thieves—yes, that's absolutely right."
“Thieves should be eliminated, and I believe no one here would object.”
A large number of "1111" appeared on the screen, symbolizing that even those who were not present agreed.
Chu Jue: "Okay. Let's continue."
The seventh man smiled obsequiously, assuming she was going to continue reasoning: "Of course, you are free to continue."
Before he finished speaking, his smile and syllables were frozen in that moment—but Chu Jue continued.
The previously dispersed mental energy surged towards all the men on the list, including those who were not present.
Unlike the executors who disappeared easily, they were connected as one by spiritual power, just like the male team leader.
The excruciating pain of being torn apart made the men forget their despair; from bottom to top or top to bottom, the feeling of shattering spread freely to every inch of their skin.
They felt as if they were being cut apart, as if a blunt instrument was pulling them back and forth inside their bodies. Their already rudimentary excretory functions were destroyed, and the men, who had lost control of their bladders, screamed and writhed.
The men began to gag, but could only vomit what they themselves carried. A throbbing pain began at the bottom, as if being torn apart. An indescribable, agonizing pain ripped through every organ.
Men both on and off screen shared the heart-wrenching pain of this moment, but their understanding remained superficial.
The men, young and old, shared the same lifespan as their fathers, their expressions of surprise and fear coming without warning. After enduring excruciating pain, they breathed their last together.
Until everything returned to calm.
“This isn’t divine punishment,” Chu Jue said. “It’s a punishment from an evil spirit master.”
Some dirt remained at the scene, and Chu Jue memorized the faces of the few remaining men. Among them, the church men clearly outnumbered the remaining ones.
But she tried and found she couldn't use it. Just as Ji Linyuan had said, the protection of the false god still existed—but it wasn't unbreakable. Chu Jue estimated that the faith that sustained the false god might have little left.
It seems that we can completely eliminate these defective products once the belief in false gods is clearly dispelled.
That day is not far off.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Jue took a group photo with the neatly arranged corpses. He then quickly changed his default nickname on the forum.
She posted a new thread, officially driving traffic to the Menstrual Cult.
[Discussion/General Chat][Recruitment Post] #Welcome to join the Menstrual Cult#
[1L][Execution]: [Image]
The woman in the main image has a resolute face and recently declared herself an evil spiritist. Behind her are the "high ground" of the central area—the legendary figures—now only scattered corpses remain in the image.
A certain power structure is crumbling, and a world ruled by lies is collapsing.
It all started with the first woman who called herself an evil spiritist.
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Author's note: Almost there! [kissing emoji]
Judging from their names, both Xiao Mi and Qu Qi are essentially just plot devices. Qu Qi looks delicious, but Xiao Mi's situation is even more obvious – she's picked up the cookies rather carelessly…
I hadn't originally planned to write much about them, and Xiao Mi's character was even less developed than she is now, but then she inexplicably grew a bit, which was a development I hadn't anticipated...
She found her own surname, perhaps it's destined to be something she's born with (a pun for everyone).
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