The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

The following day.

Town Seden, a persistent drizzle.

The desolate rain knocked against the old, damp tower, with droplets slowly infiltrating into the castle, ivy swaying shadows outside the windowsill, and the fireplace casting a gloomy light on the faces of all the saints.

At this moment, a meeting of the saints was in session.

The presiding officer of this meeting was Knight Rosen of the Order Temple, who held the position of High Priest; sitting beside him were the leading representatives of the Druid Sect and the Alchemical Church, their ranks being Priest and Viscount respectively.

This fortress was also the residence of Viscount Seden.

The saints seated at the round table were representatives of various Sects, along with team leaders from each group—generally taken up by the top performers from the previous two exams.

"...Only ten teams have assembled."

Rosen's handsome face looked grave as his eyes swept across the saints at the round table.

Personality verification was also part of the examination; those saints who failed against the Cultists had no qualification to enter Nether.

Nearly half of the saints were eliminated at the very start.

All team leaders at the round table had grim expressions. Enjoy new chapters from empire

A shortage of manpower was the least of their problems.

More serious was that the stronghold of the Painful Esoteric Sect was incredibly difficult to conquer, impossible even from the outside.

According to the scouts' reconnaissance over the past few days,

the stronghold was surrounded by alchemical matrices, even connected with alchemical iron wire; every night, Cultists patrolled the area.

The Cult's stronghold likely had several hounds trained to detect strong scents.

Inside the stronghold, there was no communication with the outside world.

Not even a fly could get in.

Inside was also a Fourth Order top-tier Legion Commander...

All knew the difficulty of this assessment.

"What about the representative of the Radiant Holy See, that An Su Moningsta?" Despite a strong reluctance, someone still called out An Su's name.

Faced with such an impasse, they could only resort to the underhanded tactics best known to the frontier folk.

"Him?" Someone at the round table scoffed, "We haven't seen him since we entered this world."

"You still expect him to show up... I bet they didn't even pass the personality test."

"Just a crafty frontiersman."

The speaker was Viscount Seden, the top scorer of the Alchemical Church, Alice Sean, clad in a dark noblewoman's yarn dress, her face delicate.

"Your cousin, Saint Ai Xueli Sean, also viewed the frontier people in this light," said High Priest Shana, supporting her cheek and half-squinting lazily, "But in the end, she apologized."

"Don't mention my cousin!" Alice flared up like an angered cat.

Seeing the situation spiralling out of control, Rosen gently tapped the edge of the table, producing a thumping sound.

All the saints promptly quieted down.

As Order Knight Rosen, an almost Third Order Holy Knight, he indeed commanded such respect.

"The Order does not need the presence of failures to uphold us," his deep, magnetic voice resonated, "If An Su and his group failed the test... then they have disappointed the expectations of the Order and are already failures."

"Even if they were here, they would achieve nothing."

An Su's God-given title from the Order Church was a disgrace for the new generation of the Church.

A title from their own God had been taken by a saint from another church.

"He cannot enter the closely guarded Painful Prep School, cannot stride boldly into the stronghold of the Esoteric Religion, cannot conquer the cunning and ruthless Painful Believers, with mere tricks can't make the proud enemy submit, cannot defend the Order—but we shall accomplish these feats!"

Rosen's tone gradually became heated, "And we must succeed!"

"We are gathering knights from the lord's land, summoning soldiers from the town, pushing forward from the front, we are about to establish a new Order!"

His solemn speech immediately drew applause and cheers from the saints, who exclaimed that this was indeed how saints should be.

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Dusk, the rain ceased.

An Su, leading Arthur and Lister, walked boldly down the central avenue of the Painful Prep School.

Their stride was even somewhat swaggering.

The three wore the Painful Esoteric Sect's Second Order military uniforms, the dashing dark capes fluttering in the wind, the remaining autumn rain dripping off their glossy long military boots, and pure white military caps adorned with the symbol of a skull.

They marched in step, backs straight, their boots splashing ripples as they hit puddles.

And all the First Order Believers who passed by, upon seeing the trio from afar, promptly made way, the cunning and cruel Painful Esoteric Sect members all lowered their proud heads, daring not to make eye contact.

"Hello, Senior Brother An Su!"

There were even freshmen who bowed deeply, only daring to straighten their backs after An Su had walked far away.

In this past week, the reputation of the Trio of Pain had spread far and wide; their unique way of suffering was slowly subjugating the local believers in pain. Some of the newcomers had even begun to study the trio's philosophy of suffering.

There were roughly three factions forming:

The Painful Pleasure Alphabet Sect, the Naked Enthusiastic South Faction, and the Urine-leaking Shy and Coquettish Faction.

Most second-year seniors were infiltrators and had all tacitly acknowledged An Su and his two companions as the Sharp Trio from the first squad,

assuming they had secret missions and thus could not reveal their identities. They felt reverence and trepidation toward them, not daring to provoke them for fear of messing up the organization's big plans.

They saw them as the future of the Painful Esoteric Sect's boot camp.

And now, this future hope of the organization was striding toward a certain place with a murderous aura, their presence commanding and causing a breeze as they walked, prompting those around them to give way, unwilling to compete with them.

How should they destroy or torment these cultists?

At the very least, they needed to disrupt their training and weaken their combat effectiveness, contributing to the cause of their future defeat to earn points.

How could they escalate the torment?

A day ago, when An Su raised this question, Lister and Arthur fell silent.

They did not know.

What they were doing currently was not enough; there was much room for improvement.

Their understanding of the way of suffering had not reached its peak; they could not think of any methods.

The defenses of the boot camp were impeccable.

Poison them?

This was impossible: the food in the cafeteria was securely sealed.

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While they might seem prestigious on the surface, they lacked the qualifications to communicate with the outside world.

Assassination?

This too was impossible.

Since the main area of the boot camp was equipped with Magic Eyes, any assassination attempt would reveal them; and revelation meant death.

All cultists could only move within the main campus since there were only two intervals of freedom each day, fifteen minutes at noon and in the afternoon, for eating, hygiene, and sleep, all under strict management.

Every day was the same routine: cafeteria, washroom, dormitory, classroom.

This was also absurd.

If things continued to stagnate, An Su and his companions would end up with zero points.

But at that moment, An Su, the crucial player in pain, proposed a solution.

They were about to embark on the first phase of their plan,

and they were approaching that place—the public washroom!

The entire Painful Esoteric Sect had only one large public washroom, open only during free activity time for first and second-tier students to wash and attend to personal issues— the instructors had their own private bathrooms.

The sole public washroom was only open twice a day, fifteen minutes each time.

Among the temporary Holy Relics An Su had obtained, there was one called 'Goddess's Charm,' which allowed him to impart divine titles one more time each day.

An Su entered the public washroom with a calm smile playing on his lips and pushed open the door slowly.

Inside, there were many believers.

Watch closely, for this is how the Way of Order is to be used!

An Su randomly chose a stall, pushed the door open, went inside, and swiftly took care of his personal needs. Then, in a voice so quiet that no one else could hear, he softly spoke:

"This place is a public area."

"The radiance of Order."

"Enact the law."

He declared, solemn and sacred,

—"It is forbidden to urinate or defecate anywhere in this place."

On that day, for some reason,

All the cultists of pain,

Suffered painfully

From constipation.