Sailen transmigrated to the Victorian era, where steam engines roared and demons lurked.
The good news: He awakened the [Heresy Correction System]. As long as he “upgraded” a cult into a positive, jointly owned enterprise, he could grow stronger.
The bad news: Just as he anonymously reported the old cult leader and prepared to take over the cult’s assets as its new boss, the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs burst in and arrested the whole lot of them.
Worse still, just before going to prison, the old cult leader grasped an agent’s hand, deeply moved:
“Deputy Leader Sailen is my most loyal friend and our cult’s greatest asset. I will never... say a single word!”
Sailen: You old bastard, you deserve to die!
Luckily, a female student he’d spent every day with bailed him out for an astronomical sum.
Gazing at the heavy demon-sealing shackles around his ankles, Sailen swore he would make those brain-dead cultists pay for their crimes in blood.
Then the female student cheerfully handed him a contract lasting seventy-eight years.
“Teacher, you owe my family 230,000 gold pounds now. You’ll have to stay by my side and work for me from now on.”
“Fine, I’ll sign... Wait, young lady, why are you handing me a contract of indenture?!”
