The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 76 - 75: Model of Civilization Action

About the mystery and curse surrounding the washroom, over a dozen Cultists jointly reported the matter to the organization, and it even gradually beca known to the Legion Commander’s ears.

Because of this, the Legion Commander dispatched a Third Order Instructor to investigate the matter to see if there was indeed a curse.

But the result was quite disappointing.

The Instructor did not uncover any traces of a curse, nor did he find any signs of such strange apparitions as a ’snake in the lavatory pit’. He even brought with him a Magical Tool specifically designed to detect traces of Magic Power, to see if it was an effect of magic.

Or possibly the work of an Orthodox Church adherent.

He found nothing.

There were simply no signs of spellcasting.

Beyond that, it could only be the work of a god-given title, but which deity’s effect would cause constipation—The god of toilets?

The Instructor scoffed at this.

Seeing that the Instructor did not take it seriously, the desperate Cultists strongly requested that the esteed Instructor personally experience the washroom to sense the oddity within it.

But the investigation’s outco was clear.

An Su’s "Starlight of Order" had a restriction,

"It can only work on those of a lower rank than An Su."

An Su was Second Order, and the military academy’s Instructor was Third Order.

When the Instructor walked out of the stall looking refreshed, the Believers present despaired.

’Constipation caused by lack of schoolwork’—this was the conclusion the Instructor reported.

Remarkably scientific and modern, the Legion Commander, with a stroke of his pen, issued a solution,

Pushing back the Cultists’ rest ti by an hour and doubling their daily assignnts, effectively solving their constipation dilemma—they were too academically challenged to have ti for the washroom.

In fact, the Painful Esoteric Sect did not care about these matters.

On the contrary, the more the Believers suffered, the better.

The more suffering they absorbed, the stronger the Esoteric Religion beca, which even related to the Legion Commander’s promotion assessnt.

For the Legion of Pain’s Commander, apart from a few elite students, the vast majority of Believers were just nourishnt for the Esoteric Religion.

He would not bother too much even with their life or death.

Those who were eliminated were rely the weak.

The Legion Commander would no longer concern himself with such trivialities; he was now focused on one major matter.

That was his promotion; he was there to gild his credentials. Having been in Town Seden for several years, he was just one opportunity, one rit away,

from leaving this remote and backward rear area—it was well-known.

And the saints who had recently been active in Town Seden were precisely the Legion Commander’s opportunity.

In the absence of action from the higher-ups,

such days continued for another day or two, besides the ’incontinent bashful exhibitionist faction’ whose numbers surged, the Cultists who were tortured to the point of ntal breakdown finally gave up the washroom.

This mont was two weeks out from the exams.

But once people are pushed to the breaking point, they often rebound, doing things in desperation that they could not normally do; as if reaching so extremity of pain, the Cultists gradually returned to normal.

Their vigor slowly recovered as well.

"Boss An Su, it seems our plan has failed,"

"Everything was going smoothly."

In a secluded corner, the obscure and chilly autumn light was reflecting on Arthur’s visage as he said, with an unpleasant look, "For so reason, they are all fine now."

It was a dim afternoon, the daylight slowly dissolving into the lonely mountains. In a dark corner at the end of the dormitory, a secret eting was underway.

"According to my professional judgnt,"

Lister calmly pushed up his glasses, being an experienced senior with his own unique insights. He said in a profoundly mysterious tone,

"They must have taken care of it outdoors."

That explained it.

A look of sudden understanding dawned on Arthur’s face; if soone was causing trouble in the bathroom, then taking care of business outside in the school’s wilds made sense.

The Cultists weren’t fools, either.

As exams were fast approaching and his rivals’ ntal states were gradually recovering, Arthur was feeling quite vexed. He turned his gaze toward An Su in the corner, "Boss An Su, the ’Civilization Vanguard’ operation has failed. What should we do now?"

The ’Civilization Vanguard’ was the na An Su had given to their operation.

As night slowly descended and the temperature dropped, An Su’s cyan eyes were especially dazzling in the darkness,

"It hasn’t failed."

He revealed a smile, "The ’Civilization Vanguard’ operation has just entered its second phase."

"The second phase?"

Lister’s heart tightened. He was all too familiar with that smile of An Su’s; whenever he smiled like that, he would co up with the most elegant and noble plans. And these plans could only be executed by the most enlightened of nobles.

"Assassination."

An Su looked at Lister, "We once discussed assassinating the Cultists one by one, but we discarded that plan. Brother Lister, can you tell why?"

"The main places in the school are under Magic Eye surveillance, and the Cultists always move in groups, making it impossible to make a move."

Lister blurted out, but quickly he realized sothing, "You an—?"

"If you were to take care of personal hygiene outside," An Su said calmly, "would you choose to do it in a place monitored by Magic Eyes, openly and above board?"

"As a noble of high birth, I have that level of determination, but ordinary people don’t have such strong spirits, do they?"

Lister pushed up his glasses again, already grasping the implication in An Su’s words. He started to tremble with excitent as he sensed the elegant and noble plan taking shape:

"Moreover, if detected by the Magic Eye, it would be a violation of school rules that would warrant fingers getting chopped off."

An Su’s smile grew cleaner and more translucent, like the brilliant glow of the sunset in the afternoon light. He whispered,

"Exactly, they would not choose a place with surveillance—so it could only be the hinterlands behind the school, where there are no Magic Eyes, no surveillance, barren and deserted."

"Would they go in groups to tackle personal matters outdoors?" An Su’s gaze shifted to Arthur.

"They can only scatter," Arthur said slowly.

Going to the toilet in groups wasn’t uncommon.

But to assemble for such a wild endeavor, without stalls or cover, no normal person would do that—in fact, even if they did go in groups, it would only be in small cliques of two or three close friends, not large-scale excursions.

"Now, they’ve dispersed and voluntarily headed to the deserted hinterlands, which are also bereft of Magic Eye monitoring."

An Su’s smile beca even purer, the cold moonlight casting over his delicate features,

"Isn’t that the perfect opportunity for us to assassinate them?"

Arthur and Lister took a deep breath, their hearts filled with admiration. It was just like Boss An Su to co up with such an elegant strategy!

The most vulnerable mont for a man, the easiest ti to strike, is when he has his pants down, squatting to use the toilet.

Such was An Su’s ’Civilization Vanguard’ operation!