TFWSDW 13

Chapter 13

Bennett reflexively jerked away.

“Ugh, Ca–Candidate?!”

Still holding his hand, Bennett looked at me, first in shock, then in full confusion.

‘Sorry, Bennett…’

I’d planned for this from the start.
There was no way a low-level purifier and one holy knight-in-training could take on a cultist hideout head-on.

‘I wanted to play it safe in the real world, but I guess I’ve got no choice.’

I stepped forward.

Running into a cultist hideout this early in the game was usually a death sentence.
But me? I’ve pulled every twisted trick in the book. Of course I had a way out.

“……!”

“W-What the—?!”

Not a method I liked using, but…

“This child is…!”

As I emerged from behind Bennett, some of the cultists seemed to recognize me and widened their eyes.

[Faction: Cult of the Evil God – Fanatics]

I glanced up at the floating faction tags above their heads and smiled sweetly.

“Return the broken god’s left heart! For we shall follow the Evil One!”

How to survive a cultist hideout at low level?
Simple: Become a cultist.

One of the cultists’ eyes went wide.

“W-What did she just say?!”

“She… she’s speaking our language!”

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Title: How to Enjoy the Game 100x More

Anyone ever pretended to be a cultist??
It’s kinda hilarious ngl
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Next post, I’ll teach how to join the evil god faction as the protagonist lol
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Savior 1: Bruh this game is so full of lunatics it’ll never go mainstream
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Savior 3: Isn’t this the guy who cleared the cult hideout random event?
Savior 4: Genius and madness are one step apart
Savior 5: Evil God! Evil God! Evil God!!
Savior 6: For the love of—just play the game normally, damn it!!!

In sandbox games with high freedom, veterans try everything.
I was no different.

While the cultists stood dumbfounded, I struck first.

“With pope candidates running rampant, how could the Evil God not make His own choice?!”

I placed my hand on my left chest.

Then I bit the tip of my pinky.

Time to become the perfect cultist.

I showed them the faint scar—a mark shaped like a ring. It was a cultist-only identification sign.

“I am the one chosen by the Evil God.”

And at that moment…

I felt a chill crawl down my spine.
I turned my head slowly—and met Bennett’s eyes.

…Whoa.

He was staring at me like he wanted me dead.

His once gentle eyes were now those of a wolf.
The murderous aura made me nearly break character.

I steeled myself.

‘This is for your survival too, okay…?’

It was dangerous for me too.

But looking at our situation—this was the only way.

“The Evil God told me to come here! His left brain watches over us all!”

The once-innocent child’s demeanor changed instantly.

Her words, once clumsy, now flowed clearly and deliberately.

Bennett ground his teeth.

“Let’s go already, we can’t waste time.”

—

When Nemesia said that, he thought she meant they’d go save the kids.
Or at least that she knew the way out—she was a pope candidate, after all.

“Maybe it’s like a barrier? Only people entering from outside can see it.”

—

Her cleverness, unbefitting a child, had fooled him.

‘Damn cultist…!’

Bennett knew cultists.

His parents were murdered by one.

Worse yet, the cultist who killed them had been like a brother—a cousin he’d grown up with.

“Ahh, Bennett! Let’s go to the hell ruled by the Evil God! The Evil God’s brain! Lungs! Heart! All hail the Evil God!”

Since then, Bennett had trained as a temple knight and encountered many cultists.

The manic eyes.
The parted lips.
The vacant, skyward stares.

But this girl?
She was something more than your average cultist.

“My god…”

The cultists who were watching seemed genuinely moved.

Of course, they had no idea Nemesia was acting.

Bennett’s eyes shook.

‘I mistook this… for a holy pope candidate?!’

He’d been deceived from the start.
Even her clothing—it had all been part of her scheme.

As the cultists closed in, Bennett’s thoughts spun rapidly.

‘Wait, if she is a real candidate…’

That would be worse.

‘A pope candidate chosen by the Evil God?!’

A literal disaster.
He had to report this to the Cardinal.

If God had a prophecy for the pope, who’s to say the Evil God didn’t do the same?

Even her shift in speech patterns seemed suspicious.
As if this version of her were the real one.

“…Brother, do we trust her?”

“It’s confusing… But she knew our signals. Even though she’s a child.”

“That’s not the point! She spoke the sacred language!”

The cultists fell into doubt.
Impressed, yet cautious.

They’d infiltrated the temple—what if the reverse were also possible?

Even if she looked like a 3-year-old.

“You doubt the one who retrieved the runaway sacrifice?”

“…How did you get the runaway?”

Nemesia chuckled, folding her hands in prayer.

“This fool was tricked by me and led me right here.”

Bennett glared at her, face full of fury.
He couldn’t stand it anymore.

His hand lunged toward her neck like a beast’s.

Thwack!

But the cultist’s hand was faster.

“Ugh!”

Bennett’s wrist was seized and twisted in one smooth motion.

“Big Brother!”

Another cultist stepped out from the group.

“We’ll deal with this one later.”

The man turned to me.

“Can you prove yourself?”

This new cultist wore a band bearing an inverted pentagram on his arm.

“Damn it, let me go! You filthy—mmph!”

He silenced Bennett by grabbing his wrist, subduing him completely.

“If you are truly chosen, show us the Evil God’s blessing yourself.”

He spoke flatly, but Nemesia remained calm.

“I’ll prove it.”

She pointed down a dark hallway.

“Bring me a Black Slime. I’ll show you the blessing then.”

Bennett, now gagged, glared daggers at her.

He would see for himself what depravity she was up to.
And somehow, he’d survive and report everything to the Cardinal.

Black Slimes.

Classified by the temple as a “manifested abomination,” created by the Evil God’s contamination.

No one knows when they first appeared in the temple underground.
The Order regularly purges them, but they multiply so fast they can only manage containment.

Soon, several slimes—black, glistening blobs—were brought before Nemesia.

“If you fail to prove yourself, you’ll become a sacrifice too.”

The cultist with the armband warned.
But Nemesia was unfazed.

Only Bennett, tied and silenced, glared fiercely.

Nemesia knelt, murmured a prayer, and slowly approached the first Black Slime.

They didn’t usually attack humans first, but—

Ssssss!

Anything that touched them melted instantly.

Not even acid, and yet they corroded everything.
Holy scholars called them “concentrated contamination.”

“Hey! Don’t—!”

“As you can see, they melt everything. A gift from the Evil God, even to his monsters.”

Nemesia smiled, waving her melted sleeve casually.

Her skin was slightly reddened, but she didn’t flinch.

It added to the eerie image.

She raised a hand high.

“Behold! The blessing of the Great Evil God!”

Bennett’s eyes widened.

‘What was that… a black mist?’

He thought she had something in her hand—but it was gone in an instant.

The darkness made it hard to tell, but…

Sssssss!

The moment her hand touched it—

The Black Slime began to melt.