World Rejector

Chapter 5: White Cult

Outside of New Silicon Valley, in the ruins of what was once the European countryside, stood a temple untouched by time and war.

A sanctuary for those who despised the existence of ability users. They called themselves the White Cult.

Inside the grand, candlelit chamber, robed figures knelt in silence.

At the altar, a young woman in pristine white vestments stood, hands delicately clasped as if in prayer. Her silver hair shimmered under the soft glow of flickering flames, and her blue eyes held an ethereal serenity.

This was

Saint White—their revered leader, the chosen voice of their so-called divinity.

Beneath the gentle facade, something flickered.

A kneeling disciple, drenched in sweat, trembled before her.

“The operation in New Silicon Valley… it has failed. The ability user was captured.”

White’s expression did not falter. She exhaled slowly, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “Is that so?” Her voice, gentle and measured, was like the whisper of a mother singing a lullaby. “Perhaps this is merely a trial from the heavens. A lesson in patience, do you not agree?”

The disciple nodded frantically, as if his very life depended on his agreement.

Saint White closed her eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch before speaking again.

“It is unfortunate, but hardly unexpected. The hands of the unworthy always falter. That man was nothing more than a means to an end. But we mustn’t despair.”

Then, as the room grew silent, she turned slightly away, her lips barely parting as she whispered…

“Shit… That trash is so useless.”

A single follower heard it.

His breath caught in his throat. His wide eyes filled with something between horror and revelation.

“Saint White…?” His voice wavered.

Saint White did not turn to face him.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips before she turned back, hands clasped in feigned holiness.

“What did you hear, dear one?” She asked.

The disciple swallowed hard.

“N-Nothing, Mother White.”

White’s serene smile widened.

“Lying is a sin, you know.” Her voice was soft, almost musical. “And sinners… sinners go to hell.”

The follower's breath hitched. He tried to steady himself, his lips parting to protest, but Saint White tilted her head and asked again, “Now, what did you hear?”

The robed man’s knees trembled. “It must have been my imagination… Saint White would never—”

“Ahh, that’s right!” She clapped her hands together, laughing. “I am the purest human in the world.” A melodious giggle spilled from her lips, growing louder, more manic. “Hahahahahaha!~”

Snap! Break! Snap!

A sickening crunch echoed through the chamber. The disciple’s body convulsed violently, limbs twisting in unnatural angles as an invisible force crushed him like an insect. His gurgled screams were cut short, and within moments, he was nothing but a pile squashed meat.

No one moved.

No one questioned it.

Saint White brushed nonexistent dust from her pristine robes, her tranquil smile returning as she turned back to her followers. “Faith is delicate,” she murmured. “Do not let doubt poison it.”

She stepped toward and casually took her phone.

The believers are stunned to Saint White behavior, because in the church no one is allowed to have a smartphone.

Murmur fills the air.

“Stop whispering… I was chosen by the god so I was an exception. So stay silent or else you’ll end up like this liar I just killed.”

Saint White explained.

“That’s right, Sister Angelina agreed. Those chosen by god always have special privilege.”

“You’re so smart Sister Angelina… Everyone should have you as their prime example.” Saint white said and pat Sister Angelina’s head.

After hearing that all of the believers behave themselves with mouth completely shut.

“Hello~ Moshi~ Moshi~”

(Note: Moshi moshi is like hello in japanese.)

Someone picked up the call.

“Hello… Ummm… S-S-S-S-Saint White?”

“There is no need to panic. I’m not going to kill you, Teacher Nana.”

“May, I asked why you call?”

“Your my spy in the city. Of course, I’ll check on you time to time.”

“But you usually don’t really care about reports and so on…”

“Really? I just feel bored reading long stuff. Please make your reports shorter and easy to understand. Okay.”

“S-Sure… If that is what you want.”

“Also… before I hung up… I want you to kill all of your students.”

A Teacher named Nana sat at her desk her expression is in shock.

“Kill the students? But they are just 6 years old.” She argued and continue. “Kids don’t have anything to do with the…”

“They are involve to this war… They will grow up and became obstacle in my gods divine plan. Killing them as long as they can’t fight back is the best. So please kill them nice and swift. I don’t care about your method as long as you kill them. Also, I’ll have some people to help you out and watch your move. I hate it when people betrayed me after all.”

There is no use arguing with Saint White. She never take no for an answer after all.

“S-S-Sure.. I understood. I’ll be doing what you wanted. For the greater good of humanity.”

Teacher Nana lost her energy and have herself stunned by what's about to unfold.

“If you understand, then everything is okay. Goodbye.”

“Good bye.”

Beep… beep… beep…

After the call ended, teacher Nana placed down her phone on her desk second second-guessing what she was about to do. Of course, she doesn’t want to kill her students. But if she didn’t, Saint White will.

“My students… They are still too young to face death. A bright future still awaits them."

However, there is no running away in Saint White's eyes.

The students then before going home, come to visit their teacher one last time.

“Teacher Nana, we’re going home now!” The kids said and waved their hands to the teacher they love.

Teacher Nana waved back and was now conflicted about what to do.

I don't want to regret things like before.