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

At this moment, the classmate on his right knocked on An Su's desk and passed over a wad of paper that read, "Lister and I have become henchmen."

Teammates in the same squad could see each other's identities.

An Su turned to look and saw the classmate's name shining brightly: [Arthur Sunny].

...whatever happened to all members of the Sun Family being Holy Knights?

An Su's gaze lingered on Arthur with a deep intensity.

He had originally thought that only someone born under circumstances like his would betray the Church, but here was Arthur, a Knight as bright and honorable as they come, also betraying the Church!

[The Legion Commander is a Fourth Order Painful Warrior, who, along with his favorite henchmen, bullies men and women everywhere...]

So the result is the Legion Commander leading the three of them to do bad things, right?

Arthur had never felt such embarrassment, the man who was always so hearty and carefree now found it difficult to meet An Su's gaze.

By rights, it shouldn't be this excessive.

An Su was a confidant, and he and Lister were henchmen. They were all in the same boat, there was no need for such theatrics.

"I am the hawk, and Lister is the dog," Arthur explained awkwardly.

So hawk and dog were separate entities... An Su checked his own identity.

[Arthur Sunny]n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Title: Painful Falcon]

Painful Falcon, that title sounds pretty domineering and cool... An Su mused to himself.

But the next second, he sensed something was amiss.

[Identity: The Legion Commander's trusted hawk]

An Su's eyebrows raised in a show of respect.

[You are a warrior from the third class of the first group in the Painful Esoteric Sect's training camp, born abnormal, with unique tastes, exposing your majestic bird to classmates everywhere, causing immense psychological pressure of pain, hence the title 'Painful Falcon']

...Are you THAT hawk?

What kind of perverse character setting is this?

What exactly did you do in the personality test...!

What about Lister then?

If Arthur is the hawk, then Lister should be the dog, right?

He glanced sideways and saw Lister was his classmate's neighbor. At this moment, Lister's expression was also one of utter constipation.

Lister had never felt such embarrassment, even though he was always known for his calm and elegant demeanor, now he was completely thrown off.

[Lister Muen]

[Title: Painful Evil Dog]

[Identity: The Legion Commander's trusted dog]

This should be pretty normal, right?

An Su thought to himself.

[You are a scout from the third class of the first group in the Painful Esoteric Sect's training camp, born with a strong territorial sense, marking your territory everywhere around the camp by urinating, causing great psychological pain to others, thus you have been named 'Painful Evil Dog']

"..."

An Su fell silent.

This character setting was also quite hefty.

An exhibitionist hawk, a dog who pees everywhere, are these the legendary henchmen?

Compared to them, An Su even started to feel that his 'trusted confidant' identity wasn't so bad...

What exactly did you two do in the personality test for the star body to short-circuit and assign such bizarre identities to you...

Though An Su had a rough idea.

He sighed softly. Born in the enemy's headquarters, all his previous plans were now in vain.

He was surrounded by enemies, and once his identity was exposed, death was certain.

Now, he could only take one step at a time.

In the game's setting, the Painful Esoteric Church trained its soldiers through the most cruel and painful methods, but An Su wasn't sure about the specifics of the training as the game hadn't shown it.

According to the setting, it was a terrifying form of torture.

Because the Painful Court draws energy from suffering, they not only make their enemies suffer but also their new recruits.

There must be quite a few Painful Esoteric Sect cultists infiltrating the Nether World, and at this moment, these infiltrators must be hiding in the classroom. Stay tuned for updates on empire

It was a small class, with only about twenty people.

An Su observed the faces of those around her, noticing that some people were showing signs of fear and panic.

It seemed that they too had not expected to return to the Painful Military School.

An Su grew more curious.

"Don't whisper during class."

The iron door was slowly pulled open, making a creaking sound.

"Your class is the noisiest in the hallway."

A low and icy voice sounded.

It belonged to a middle-aged man with a stern and authoritative face, a faint scar at the corner of his mouth, wearing a deep brown military uniform with a white cross pinned at the collar, and long boots marked with a skull.

[Regimental Commander of the Training Corps: Angelo]

"No whispering," Angelo said evenly, "according to the regulations, cut off a finger."

So harsh.

Arthur's expression tensed.

Angelo walked over slowly, his long military boots making a solid echo on the floor. He pulled out a smooth, sharp knife from his sleeve and advanced towards them.

The oppressiveness of a Fourth Order was almost tangible.

All believers dared not speak, as if the worst memories in their brains had been triggered. They all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe heavily.

So harsh...

A pained grunt came from beside An Su,

followed by the sound of a blade cutting through flesh, the sound of bone being severed. Angelo crisply cut off the index finger of a believer and casually tossed it into the waste bin in the sanitation corner.

Lucky he didn't see me passing notes... Arthur slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Angelo put the knife away. "Prepare for outdoor assembly."

In the following day, Arthur and Lister finally realized why this was called the Painful Esoteric Sect.

How it inflicted pain.

Why would the infiltrating cultists show such fearful expressions.

Every morning began with tidying up and personal grooming.

The morning was for Magic theory classes, the afternoon for practical sessions, with only a three-minute break between classes.

The theory classes generally involved the study of various Esoteric Church ceremonies and all manner of knowledge pertaining to torturing people, whereas the practical sessions consisted of military training.

This cultist schedule was precise to the minute, even with designated times for eating and using the bathroom.

From noon to 12:10, Second Order believers dined; from 12:10 to 12:20, First Order believers had their meal.

The communal washing room was open only twice a day, during the fifteen minutes of free time at one o'clock in the afternoon, and another fifteen minutes at eight o'clock in the evening.

Combat training lasted until 11:30 pm, then it was back to the dormitory, lights out and sleep in a room for ten people.

It was only one day,

but Arthur and Lister felt they were done for.

The other new recruits felt the same agony—spiritual pain in the morning and physical pain in the afternoon, under constant high surveillance and tight control throughout the day. And this routine was to continue for a full six months.

Often, cultists chose suicide.

The visible resentment and suffering rose up, absorbed by the Array at the center of the school.

To Lister and Arthur's surprise,

although An Su initially seemed a bit uncomfortable, she quickly adapted to the high-pressure training regime and began to thrive.

She even had a radiant, sunny smile on her face.

She stood in stark contrast to the rest of the new recruits who appeared as though they were on the verge of death.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Arthur was shocked.

Is An Su that tough?

"I graduated from the Radiant Holy Academy."

An Su smiled at him.