Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 205 - 126: I Believe in You!

Chapter 205: Chapter 126: I Believe in You!

"Want to join our sect? There are thresholds to meet. At the very least, you need to isolate yourself from material desires and abandon all obstacles to cultivation."

Master finished speaking, casting a sidelong glance at the other visitors, adding: "Furthermore, those whose hearts in seeking the path are not firm are also not advised to join..."

"I know!"

Fushimi Roku raised his hand and said: "Master is thinking of our best interests, not wanting those without talent to waste time, right? If I’m not mistaken, the obstacles to cultivation are wealth and beauty... I have none of that, which perfectly meets the conditions for joining!"

The rest were initially tempted, but hearing Fushimi Roku speak so plainly about parting with money and abstinence, they immediately abandoned the idea.

Even the ugly woman who first asked the question changed her mind. Her desire to become beautiful was just so she could marry a tall, rich, and handsome man, but now she’s being told to ban these two things, what’s the point in cultivating then? Might as well go home and be a recluse!

Without waiting for the Master to speak, the rest got up and said their goodbyes, afraid that staying longer would be awkward. Otomachi Hayashi quickly tried to persuade them; these people were his merit, and losing even one would break his heart.

"Ah, Mr. Kuroda, aren’t you going to tour some more?"

"Ms. Hijikata... how come you too..."

"Everyone, please reconsider..."

However, the more he persuaded, the faster the visitors fled, even the sneaky-eyed agent slipped away when his shift ended.

Soon, only a young man was left on the tatami. He appeared young with pale skin, seemingly just graduated from high school, lips tightly pressed, silent, probably a youth who had a fight with his parents and ran away from home.

The Master felt somewhat dissatisfied; the rare overtime resulted in neither money earned nor new recruits gained, he planned to vent with a couple of female believers later.

"Since the two of you are willing to join, let Otomachi introduce the joining process; if there’s anything unclear, feel free to ask him... I still have unfinished tasks, so I won’t accompany you much longer."

The Master finished speaking, hands behind his back, and left with his head held high.

He always acts as a delegator, only actively appearing when hosting initiation ceremonies, preaching to believers, and exhibiting superpowers—he came today mainly because he heard there were women visiting and wanted to try his luck.

The chore of brainwashing believers doesn’t require him to do personally, naturally, there are already brainwashed core members to help.

"Take care, Master!" Fushimi Roku waved goodbye.

The latter ignored him and left the factory directly.

Four or five believers closed the door and gathered around, explaining the rules for joining to Fushimi Roku and the young man: handing over all property, renouncing worldly life for austere cultivation, treating fellow believers equally...

All sorts of harsh conditions were stated, making Fushimi Roku feel no different from a pyramid scheme. The worst part is that even after joining, one still has to work for the Church’s company, and any salary must be handed over, euphemistically called a part of cultivation... The believers were also indifferent, adopting an attitude of believe it if you want, don’t if you won’t.

Fushimi Roku exerted all his strength, using his Lv7 social skills to keep from laughing and nodded seriously in agreement.

To his surprise, the young man also agreed.

Could this guy have watched too much hentai? Mistaking Aum Truth Sect for the hypnosis party sect?

It’s said to respect others’ destinies, forsake the urge to help others; there’s no persuading those who are destined to perish. Fushimi Roku did all he could, if this guy insisted on staying, there was nothing he could do, just pretend not to see.

"To join, you must undergo a seven-day trial period, during which you’ll be isolated from the outside world, carrying out daily confession rituals to wash away your sins, achieving redemption and escape from suffering." Otomachi Hayashi spoke in an official tone.

Fushimi Roku didn’t become overly familiar, as he knew very well that the so-called ’seven-day trial period’ was nothing more than obedience testing + sunk costs + confinement isolation; such severe actions would mentally confuse even the strongest.

"Where do we stay during the isolation period?" he raised his hand to ask.

"The sect will provide housing." Otomachi Hayashi replied with a stilted tone, while their friendship teetered on the brink.

Fushimi Roku nodded and said earnestly in front of everyone: "Actually, I mainly believe in Shunji-kun, which is why I’m joining. Before coming, I thought, the sect Shunji-kun chose must be trustworthy, so I didn’t question that young man being an agent."

Otomachi Hayashi felt moved, his throat stirred, he subconsciously glanced at a few fellow believers nearby: "What nonsense you speak! The Master’s superpowers are real, that guy isn’t an agent..."

"I know." Fushimi Roku nodded, speaking seriously: "I believe you."

Now Otomachi Hayashi didn’t know what to say, feeling a stifling heaviness in his chest, his hardened heart suddenly burdened with guilt.

Fushimi Roku didn’t intend to just let Otomachi Hayashi off, he took out a cloth bag, solemnly lifted a katana with one hand, and said: "Since joining requires handing over property, I’ll entrust my father’s katana to you... Shunji-kun, please accept it."

In ancient times, Liu Bei angrily threw A Dou; today, Fushimi single-handedly entrusted a sword, the White Emperor City entrusted orphanage was a man’s romantic rebellion. Fushimi Roku lacked somewhat in skill compared to the big-eared bandit, but subduing a small follower was comparatively easy.

Otomachi Hayashi gave a heavy "Hmm" and accepted the katana with both hands.

The heavy weight in his hand pressed on his heart.

Otomachi Hayashi said nothing, as per usual practice, he led the two away from the tatami-covered ground, turned past the wooden-panel corridor, crossed the road, and entered the factory on the north side, finally reaching the destination—the so-called provided housing was actually living in the factory’s containers.

At the far end of the factory were two rows of containers, about twenty to thirty, squeezed together forming a narrow walkway. As Fushimi Roku approached, faint moaning sounds were heard, the young man’s already pale face turned even whiter.

"The trial period is arduous, you still have the chance to reconsider..."

Before Otomachi Hayashi could finish, Fushimi Roku interrupted: "Don’t worry, I’m already mentally prepared."

At this point, Otomachi Hayashi had nothing more to say, or else other believers might start doubting. The only thing he could do was help Fushimi Roku choose a container with a better environment, at least one that hadn’t housed dead people yet, relatively clean and hygienic.

After assigning housing, the believers searched them, took away both their phones and pagers, saying they would be returned upon leaving confinement. Fushimi Roku had no objection; he pushed a wheelchair and entered the container with the other young man.

The space inside was crowded, with two bunk beds in one container, a foul-smelling wooden bucket in a corner presumably serving as a toilet.

Otomachi Hayashi closed the iron door, plunging the container into darkness, with only the upper left vent acting as the sole light source. Then, the clanging sound of locking came from outside, even a reincarnated master thief couldn’t unlock through steel plates.

Fushimi Roku maintained a good attitude, feeling around in the dark, found the bed, and hopped on one foot to lie down. It was time for his sleep, best to sleep to avoid damaging his brain by staying up late.

The other young man remained silent, neither greeting nor introducing himself. He stood in place for a while, didn’t lay on the bed, instead, leaned into a corner, sliding down as if exhausted.

Outside, footsteps echoed, gradually fading, the sound of the factory door shutting followed, leaving an unexpected silence, with only faint ghost-like wailing sounds.

Fushimi Roku closed his eyes, preparing for a good sleep, when suddenly a crisp sound ’pop’ came from the metal wall.

"Hey! Buddy! New buddy! What’s the date today? What time is it now?"

Originally, Fushimi Roku didn’t plan to respond, but suddenly found the voice familiar, recalling a moment before realizing it was Zhao Chunshu’s voice.