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I became a cult leader in a game: Chapter 12

Episode 12 – It seemed like something was following Charles’ body in the hazy darkness.

“I found it.”

When Charles whispered quietly, Drake lowered himself and moved. Then he saw a light flickering beyond the fog. A torch was hung high on a pole.

Beneath that light, one could see people hanging on high poles as if being executed.


And there was a man laughing in the center. He had the youthful appearance of a new college student, but an odd madness gleamed in his eyes. It was Dalloway.

Thud. Thud.

He was kicking Peter, the linebacker, with his foot. Peter groaned as he lay on the ground. Even before being hit, he was already covered in blood. However, given the circumstances, it was hard to believe the small-built Dalloway did that.

“You bastard. How does it feel to be beaten by someone you disregarded? You piece of shit.”

Normally, Peter would have easily overpowered Dalloway. But there was fear in Peter’s eyes.

It wasn’t fear towards Dalloway. It was fear towards the monster that, though not visible now, followed Dalloway’s commands.

Realizing hitting Peter hurt him more, Dalloway panted heavily and said.

“Huff. Huff. You ran away, so your friends are still hanging there.”

Dalloway pointed to the pole with his hand. People were hanging there, wrapped in spider webs. Only their faces were visible, making them look like people in sleeping bags.

Most were Peter’s gang, but there were some who weren’t. They were people who looked down on Dalloway. The narrow-minded Dalloway remembered them all. He recalled every little grudge.

The guy who walked past and shouldered him, creating a hostile atmosphere, then left only after Dalloway apologized. Remembered.

The guy who tripped him while he greeted his friends, laughing with them. And Peter? Peter was the source of Dalloway’s hatred. Always boasting that he was in charge.

“It’s all because of you.”

Dalloway crouched and tapped Peter’s cheek. A sense of exhilaration surged through him. Having power felt thrilling. He giggled and recalled how he came upon such luck.

Because the bullies broke his glasses, he went out of the dorm to get new ones and met a man. The man, who ran a strangely-appearing stall, offered a way to change his fate.

He handed him a purple book. Its official name was the Book of Araneae. It was a grimoire filled with countless spells, as if someone had “translated” them.

At first, Dalloway couldn’t understand a thing. It felt like reading a heavy textbook of a different major. He couldn’t comprehend it, but he enjoyed delving into such secrets and absorbed mystic knowledge from libraries.

Only after reaching a certain level of knowledge could Dalloway understand the grimoire. It was a summoning book to call forth creatures of the darkness by borrowing the power of the “Dark Contract Masters”.

The book detailed how to contract, what offerings were needed, and how the rituals should be performed. Having thoroughly mastered the first chapter about Araneae, Dalloway attempted the summoning a few days ago and succeeded.

Lost in his delusion, Dalloway laughed silently. With this power, he would become a great entity.

“What’s going on here? Why doesn’t that monster attack the boy?”

Dalloway was small enough to be mistaken for a boy. From their hiding spot in the bushes, Drake murmured. Charles had an idea of what was happening. It was a comprehendible scenario.

A boy scorned and weak, gaining supernatural power to seek revenge on those who belittled him, a typical narrative.

However, if this continued, Dalloway wouldn’t become the hero of a boy’s comic but a villain. Araneae was a monster that longed for human flesh and was always hungry. It wasn’t something a fortunate boy with a grimoire could control. Drake turned his head and asked.

“In your knowledge, is there a way to deal with that monster?”

“Drake. There are two options.”


“One is you become the bait. Blow that monster away with a shotgun. Meanwhile, I will circle behind and snatch the book from that student. Then the monster will stop.”


Drake remained silent. Charles mentioned the second option.

“The second is running away and informing others about what’s happening here. However, all those people there will die.”

Frankly, Charles preferred the second option. It was dangerous to fight that monster without sufficient preparation. But Drake was a more upright human than Charles had thought.

“The first one.”

Drake announced without hesitation, and Charles nodded. They were now destined to fight the monster.

In the game, he had battled several times. Araneae was fairly strong for an early-stage monster, but Charles had disassembled it many times.

But now it was reality. Mistakes would lead to death. Charles took a deep breath. The fear calmed, and rational judgment floated to the surface.

He subtly spoke to Drake.

“Today, you might face things you can’t understand. You might encounter something stranger than what you believe.”

“Since seeing that spider, I’ve already stepped into a strange world.”

“We’ll talk later.”

While Charles and Drake were conversing, something was happening near the lake.

As Dalloway was lost in his daydreams, Peter’s eyes moved towards the purple book in Dalloway’s left hand.

Peter was suspicious. Why could Dalloway summon and command that giant spider-human like a pet?

In the terror of impending death, exceptional insight struck. The only difference in Dalloway from usual was that book in his hand. What if that book were taken… they might be able to get rid of the monster.

Peter cautiously moved.


He quickly reached out, but a strange, dark object flew even faster, piercing his wrist first. Blood spurted from the punctured wrist like a fountain.


It was the leg of the spider that pierced Peter. Remaining hidden in the darkness, Araneae’s limb, lingering around Dalloway, was as sharp as a spear tip.

“Well, this isn’t going to work.”

At Dalloway’s gesture, Araneae stabbed Peter with her leg, lifting him, and gripped him with her dark, eerie hands. From her black wrists, white thread started to spew.

Even as the thread wrapped around him, Peter continued to scream. Shortly, cocooned Peter was tied to the pole.

“Elizabeth is hungry now.”

“Ugh! Uuuurk!”

“You scum are spider feed!”

Receiving Dalloway’s signal, Araneae opened her mouth. Originally a beautiful woman, her jaw opened gruesomely. The structure had changed to open sideways, revealing teeth akin to those of a lamprey.

“Save me. Please! I was wrong.”

“Hoho. It’s too late. No need to feel too wronged. Those garbage over there will all end up in Araneae’s belly too.”

Slowly the mouth approached. As Peter, paralyzed with fear, awaited his death, a loud roar echoed.


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I Became a Cult Leader in a Game

I Became a Cult Leader in a Game

게임 속 사이비 교주가 되었다
Score 6.6
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean
While enjoying a game called “Cult Leader Simulator,” Kim Yeon-su found himself trapped inside the game he was playing. He knew that this world was destined to perish…



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