When Simu woke up the next morning, a follower arrived to report that the Archbishop wanted him to go to the laboratory. Simu raised an eyebrow but chose not to head to the laboratory immediately. Instead, he made his way toward the cafeteria.
Just as he stepped out the door, a surge of killing intent pricked his skin like needles. Without any hesitation, a thick purple centipede instantly burst from Simu's back, shielding his head.
A black spear falling from the sky used the powerful gravitational potential energy to pierce through Simu's Bikaku. However, the spear was caught in the middle of the contracting centipede's body, rendered unable to move.
"Dammit! You actually noticed, you bastard Simu!"
Hidan's exasperated voice drifted down from above. Simu didn't even need to look up to know it was that useless trash. Since last night, the boy had been obsessively attempting to assassinate him three times already.
The only reason it was only three times was because after each attempt, Simu would simply cut his head off again and soak it in the blood pool for genetic analysis. Apparently, someone had fished Hidan out again.
Regardless, the outcome this time remained unchanged. The speed of the [Koukaku · Mantis] was simply not something a blockhead like Hidan could react to.
A flash of dark red lightning streaked across the sky, and Hidan's head once again fell powerlessly to the ground. Simu used the centipede tail to coil around Hidan's head, mocking him with a blank expression.
"Next time, before you try to assassinate me, I suggest you practice on a rabbit or two first."
The meaning was clear: with such pathetic strength, he probably couldn't even beat a rabbit.
Hearing this, Hidan immediately began to curse, "Kamizuki Simu! I'm telling you, you better hope you never get injured. As long as I get a drop of your blood, you're dead!"
Simu gave him a speechless look. It turned out there really were idiots in this world who would grandly reveal their abilities like that. It was as if he felt he wasn't dying fast enough.
Looking at Hidan's borderline retarded appearance and thinking back to a certain Jashin who only knew how to laugh like a maniac, Simu suddenly understood a few things. No wonder Jashin chose this guy.
However, Simu didn't care. Putting aside the various Kagune on his body, even if Hidan obtained his blood, he would at most sacrifice a single clone. He could just manufacture a new one.
In a way, Simu's ability was the absolute nemesis of the Cursed Jutsu: Death-Controlling Blood. Even in a worst-case scenario where Hidan discovered his true body, Simu also possessed an immortal body and would not die from the curse.
With these thoughts in mind, Simu dragged Hidan's head into the cafeteria. It was currently peak dining hours. Dozens of cultists waiting in line immediately cleared a path the moment they saw Simu and Hidan.
"Are they the Divine Sons?"
"That guy Hidan is so lucky. He actually got Lord Jashin's favor. He can stay alive even with his head cut off."
"Truly, a fool has a fool's luck..."
These people were veteran employees of the Jashin Religion and naturally knew all about Hidan, who had grown up in the cult. To put it simply, he was a brainless, chatterbox idiot who blindly believed in Jashin.
Feeling the gazes and hearing the whispers around him, Hidan instantly redirected his rage toward the others.
"What are you looking at? Huh? Never seen a human head before?"
"Keep looking and see if this great me doesn't cut your heads off too! I'll send you straight to see Lord Jashin!"
Faced with Hidan's relentless and extremely foul-mouthed verbal assault, everyone shrank back, remaining as quiet as cicadas in winter. Not everyone possessed abilities like Simu's. As an immortal who wielded the power of curses, Hidan had too many ways to make them wish they were dead.
Simu pushed his glasses up. An indescribable tenderness flickered beneath the lenses as he gently stroked Hidan's head.
"There, there. Stop being angry."
Hidan's face turned green with rage. "Bastard Simu! How many times do I have to say it? Stop treating me like a damn pet!"
Simu smiled. Carrying the head, he walked up to the cafeteria lady and said very politely, "Ma'am, I'd like half a roasted suckling pig and a bowl of miso soup, please."
Even for a woman who had cooked for the Jashin Religion for thirty years and seen hundreds of corpses—someone who boasted she could cook in a pile of dead bodies—she was stunned seeing Simu holding a severed head.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and serve the food! I want a fried pork cutlet!" Hidan roared, feeling very annoyed.
The lady didn't dare argue. She gave a sheepish smile and hurried to get the food. A moment later, Simu took the overflowing tray from her hands and said politely, "Thank you."
The lady was clearly at a loss. Hidan was different; he glared fiercely at her. "You old bag! If this doesn't taste good, I'll slaughter you!"
The lady felt relieved. Now, that felt more like it.
Simu shook his head helplessly. Is the entire Jashin Religion made of masochists?
Combining that with the system's previous option of becoming a "concubine" if he refused to be a follower, Simu confirmed once again that this Jashin really wasn't a proper god. And the followers weren't proper followers either.
Simu carried his tray and found a random seat. Everyone in the cafeteria stayed far away from him, terrified of catching Hidan's eye. Hidan's fearsome reputation did have one benefit: the cafeteria lady's hands didn't shake.
Simu's half-pig even came with an extra pig trotter. This made Simu extremely happy, and he grabbed the trotter to start gnawing on it. It had to be said that the food in the Jashin Religion was truly excellent, much better than Simu's university in his previous life.
As he ate, Simu suddenly felt a resentful gaze. He turned his head. Oh, it was just little brother Hidan. His small head was placed on a chair, staring at Simu feasting.
Simu gave an apologetic smile. "Oh, sorry about that. I forgot about you."
With that, Simu picked Hidan up, pinched his nose to force his mouth open, and dumped an entire serving of pork cutlet over rice directly into his mouth.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
"I'll kihl yoo!"
The carefully prepared pork cutlet must have been delicious. Didn't everyone see that big brother Hidan was so moved he couldn't even speak? Simu smiled with satisfaction and continued eating.
Hidan finally managed to swallow the rice and cutlet with great difficulty, only to find that the food he had struggled to swallow was flowing right out of his severed neck!
"I'm going to kill you, Kamizuki Simu!"
Hidan's voice echoed throughout the Jashin base. Naturally, Simu was already used to it. Having easily finished the suckling pig, he pulled a tissue from his clothes to wipe his mouth. Then, he used the same tissue to wipe Hidan's face before picking him up and walking out of the cafeteria with satisfaction.