My uncle looked at the Zapudist Cult Leader and remarked, "Look at his clothes. He’s wearing something nice.”

There was some envy and jealousy in the way he spoke.

The cult leader scanned the underground chapel filled with believers from the stage. Most of the believers stopped praying and looked up at the cult leader, but there were still some believers with their heads down who were still absorbed in their prayers. The cult leader held the microphone to his mouth and cleared his throat with a loud ‘ahem.’

"Turbojak!"

Then he uttered a bizarre greeting in an incomprehensible language. The cult leader’s voice echoed throughout the underground chapel via the speakers. The believers absorbed in their prayers suddenly lifted their heads.

"Turbojak! Turbojak! Turbojak!"

"Whooooooooooa–!! Turbojaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak–!!"

The believers screamed and reached out their hands toward the cult leader. Some were moved to tears, while others screamed so much that they even vomited out blood. It was truly a vortex of chaos and madness.

[Which country's greeting is that? I can't believe it.] Legba said. I was dumbfounded too, but I was even more scared and horrified.

Something unpleasant and sticky lurked like mist in the Zapduist underground chapel that could not be described in words.

"Stop," said the cult leader. The underground chapel quickly became quiet. The believers who had been screaming like crazy sat down and quietly listened to the cult leader’s words.

The believers would scream if the cult leader told them to scream, and they would stop if he told them to stop. If he told them to die, they looked like they were at least prepared to pretend to die.

“Today, as usual, let us start the service with a ceremony of repentance to burn our sins. Everyone, are you all ready?”

"Yes!" the believers roared.

“Are you truly ready? Are you ready to surrender yourself to the grace of...