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In the depths of the earth, a massive stone cavern stood silently, as if it had existed since ancient times.
The air within the cavern was cold and damp, filled with an unusual stillness. A low chant echoed through the space, emanating from a group of assassins clad in black bodysuits. They knelt in unison on the ground, hands clasped together, heads bowed, sincerely reciting the sacred texts of the Razor Cult.
"Hairlessness is holiness; body hair is sin..."
"Hair is the source of humanity's fall; only by removing it can one return to purity..."
"We shall purify the world with Razor, making all things Smooth once more..."
The chanting reverberated throughout the cavern, its tone eerie and cold, resembling a dark religious conspiracy gathering.
Before them stood a colossal stone sculpture of a bald head, its surface polished over centuries, gleaming with an ominous light. It bore no facial features, only an impossibly Smooth cranium, symbolizing the cult's ultimate goal—Absolute Smoothness.
Every individual in the cavern, regardless of gender or age, sported a flawless bald head so Smooth that it could reflect the faint candlelight within!
The scene was extraordinarily bizarre, sending chills down one's spine.
At the center of the cavern stood the officiant of this ritual—the supreme leader of the Razor Cult, the Smooth Pope.
Draped in a pure white robe adorned with Razor patterns, he opened his arms gently as if embracing the entire world.
Most striking was his face—
His skin was so Smooth it seemed inhuman; devoid of eyebrows, eyelashes, and even the fine hairs on his lips had completely vanished. His face resembled an overly polished slab of marble—flawless and emotionless, evoking a sense of dread!
He looked down at his followers with satisfaction in his eyes, slowly raising his hands and speaking solemnly—
"Believers... cease."
A deep voice fell, and all the assassins immediately stopped their chanting in unison, kneeling straight on the ground, awaiting the instructions of the Smooth Pope.
The Smooth Pope smiled slightly, his eyes filled with a peculiar fervor. He gently stroked his completely hairless Smooth chin and then spoke in a deep, authoritative tone:
"Hair is humanity's deepest fall."
"In ancient times, humans had no hair, pure and flawless, living in harmony with the world. However, when humanity fell into the mundane world, greed, desire, and filth—these evils took root, and Hair became a symbol of sin."
"Hair divides humanity, breeding jealousy and injustice... Some have thick Hair, while others have sparse Hair; this is the cruelest curse of fate!"
"Our mission as the Razor Cult is to return the world to true purity—"
"Absolute Smoothness, absolute equality, absolute hairlessness!"
"We are not just about Hair Removal; we are saving the world!"
The followers in the stone cavern had fervent faith shining in their eyes. They raised their hands high and shouted excitedly—
"Smoothness is justice!"
"Hairlessness is holiness!"
"Offer all Hair to the Pope!"
The Smooth Pope watched this scene unfold, a strange smile slowly curling at the corners of his mouth. His gaze revealed an unfathomable aura of conspiracy...
—The world is destined to move toward a future of Smoothness.
Under the Smooth Pope's speech, the atmosphere in the entire stone cavern reached a fever pitch.
“Smooth is Justice!”
“Hairlessness is Purity!”
The followers chanted in unison, their voices deafening and echoing through the stone chamber like an ancient hymn, filled with fervent devotion to “Absolute Smoothness.”
However—
“Make way! Make way!”
A flurry of hurried footsteps shattered the fervent ritual!
Several assassins clad in black bodysuits burst into the stone chamber, their faces etched with panic and urgency, carrying someone behind them—
“Ah—!”
As the followers caught sight of the figure, a wave of shock rippled through the crowd!
“It’s impossible…!”
“This… isn’t that Laser Blade Master, one of the Four Great Assassins?!”
“How could he be so badly injured?!”
Laser Blade Master was covered in blood, looking utterly disheveled.
His combat suit was torn, revealing a massive bruise on his chest from a strike by Armpit Hair. His face bore multiple burns, and his skin was red and swollen from the scalding hot springs, with blisters visible…
Once an invincible elite assassin of the Razor Cult, he was now being carried by a few companions, too weak to even stand on his own!
"Bang!"
Several assassins dropped the Laser Blade Master to the ground. He trembled, enduring excruciating pain, propping himself up with his hands, struggling to kneel upright, his face a mix of humiliation and rage.
"Smooth Pope...!"
His voice was hoarse and shaky, each word laced with agony, yet filled with respect. "I... I am sorry to the Razor Cult... this assassination mission... has failed...!"
The followers in the stone chamber erupted into a flurry of shocked whispers.
"How could this happen?!"
"The Laser Blade Master... actually lost?!"
"Who? Who could possibly defeat the Laser Blade Master?!"
The smile on Smooth Pope's face slowly faded. He lowered his head, scrutinizing the kneeling Laser Blade Master with his cold, browless eyes.
"You lost?"
Smooth Pope's voice held no anger or disbelief; instead, it was terrifyingly calm. This abnormal composure made the Laser Blade Master tremble involuntarily.
"Y-yes...!"
The Laser Blade Master gritted his teeth, unable to meet the Pope's gaze. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his palms, his voice filled with shame and fury. "That woman... Ye Mo Li... her Armpit Hair... is too strong...!"
"Her Hair is not ordinary Hair; it is a cursed aberration, possessing incredible resilience and power. My Laser Blade Master... could not even cut through her Armpit Hair!"
"In the end, she even knocked me away with her Armpit Braid... and burned me... I... I have brought shame to the Razor Cult...!"
As he spoke, the Laser Blade Master forcefully lowered his head, his forehead striking the cold stone ground with a dull thud, a sound that echoed with deep resentment and humiliation in his eyes.
"Please, let the Pope impose punishment... allow me to atone with my blood!"
However—
The Smooth Pope did not show anger or reprimand.
He simply stared quietly at the Laser Blade Master, watching for a long, long time...
Then, he slowly revealed a strange smile.
"...No."
The Smooth Pope stepped forward, extending his long, elegant fingers to gently caress the Laser Blade Master's bald head. His tone was calm and profound: "This is not failure... but a new opportunity."
"Laser Blade Master, you are our glory. Your sacrifice has shown us that the enemy we are about to face is far stronger than we imagined."
"But it also proves that our faith is not yet complete; there are still 'unshavable' heretics in this world."
He leaned slightly closer to the Laser Blade Master's ear, his voice low and heavy, like a whisper from hell—
"The humiliation you have endured... we will repay a hundredfold."
The Smooth Pope straightened up slowly and turned to face all the followers, his voice gradually rising in intensity—
"Followers of the Razor Cult!"
"The Ye Family... remains our greatest obstacle!"
"The woman, Ye Mo Li—her hair is the last filth in this world, and her existence is the greatest blasphemy against our faith!"
"If we do not eradicate her hair, if we do not permanently shave her armpit hair! Our faith will never truly descend upon this world!"
"So—"
The Smooth Pope's eyes glinted with a cruel light, his tone resembling that of a doomsday judgment—
"Let our Ultimate Plan commence ahead of schedule."
In an instant, all the followers in the stone chamber knelt down in excitement, shouting fervently—
"Smooth is justice!"
"Hairlessness is holiness!"
"Ye Mo Li must be completely shaved!!!"
Amidst the fervent cries of the followers, the Smooth Pope revealed a cold smile.
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