June 5th.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Ding ding ding, the church bell rang, drifting into the window along with the breeze.

Shiraishi woke up from a deep sleep and said that the beds Aizen arranged for the residents were really comfortable and just right soft, just like the warm embrace of a girl, making people unable to get tired of them.

He didn't get up, so he reached for the mirror on the bedside table and took a look at it. The makeup on his face had not changed, and he looked like an old man with a lot of vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were different.

Luko's eyes were as dead as water, and his eyes were bright, clear, and sparkling.

However, an ordinary person basically doesn't have to worry about being exposed in such a trivial matter. No one will look at it so carefully.

Shiraishi put it back and heard the doorbell ringing below. He didn't stay in bed any longer. He got up, changed into a black and white outfit from the closet, and ran to the first floor.

The free houses provided by God's Domain were worth at least tens of millions in the era before he traveled through it, not counting the furniture and murals that looked expensive.

Aizen's governance in this area still has merits that can be praised, but the shortcomings are too great. He doesn't treat people as human beings at all, and just wants to build his ideal perfect world.

Secondly, the benefits are so good that people can't sleep in, so the benefits are of no use.

Shiraishi complained in his heart and reached out to open the door.

Tang Guanyinsi stood outside in a suit with dreadlocks tied up, urging: "Luke, let's go to the cafeteria quickly. If we are late, there will be no breakfast."

"Okay, Tang." Baishi imitated Lu Ke's tone, said briefly, followed his footsteps and left.

The street outside is very spacious and clean. The houses on both sides are in a uniform Western style, made of bricks, stones and wood, without a modern flavor.

But there is electricity inside, and the street lights and telephone poles outside show modern technology.

People's clothes are also modern clothes, such as T-shirts, long sleeves, trousers, suits, etc.

Shiraishi looked up at the church, which was the center of all intersections.

As long as you stand on the road, you can directly see the church surrounded by the river.

Both sides of the huge door were covered with statues rising up one after another. When he looked closely, he found that those statues were actually familiar ones.

The ten-blade Honyu form, Ichimaru Gin, Dohagen Aura, Nirvana Rei, Nirune Yume, Kirara Yinkaku, Hizuaki Shuhei, layer after layer, the stone statues finally closed up at the top of the arch, protruding a quilt

A huge statue bound to a cross.

That's Aizen.

These statues make the front of the church look epic.

Such huge buildings that defy science can only be achieved in a world with extraordinary power.

Shiraishi sighed inwardly at Aizen's generosity. He scanned the people on the street and unexpectedly discovered that the entire street was filled with men.

What about women?

Shiraishi's face was full of doubts, but because there were too many people around him, he could only suppress his confusion.

Follow Tang Guanyin Temple to the cafeteria, which is close to the circular square of the church. There is a tray at the entrance.

Shiraishi reached out and picked one up. It was very spacious inside, with as many as twenty windows. People lined up in an orderly manner to receive their breakfasts, all of which were exactly the same.

There are burgers with rich ingredients and burritos. If you want to drink, you can go to the beverage area and choose it yourself.

Shiraishi took a bottle of orange juice, opened the tab, and took a big sip. The cool orange juice was really made from oranges, with rich pulp.

"Luke." Tang Guanyinsi shouted, with an angry face: "You bastard, have you forgotten what you should do?"

Shiraishi was stunned and realized that the people around him were giving him very stern looks. Only Tang Guanyinji who was scolding him in front of him prevented him from attacking.

He quickly put down the orange juice in his hand, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you to the great God for giving us food."

After saying this, everyone's eyes turned away from him. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If he didn't pay attention, he would forget that there was still this problem with eating.

Shiraishi grabbed the burger and took a bite.

The bread is soft and refreshing, with a roast beef patty inside, sandwiched with two slices of pineapple, bacon, cheese and lettuce.

He really wanted to call out how delicious it was, but the people around him were very silent, even chewing very quietly, as if they were afraid that eating too much would scare away the burgers in their hands.

The atmosphere was too depressing, and some of the joy brought by the delicious food was lost.

Shiraishi silently finished his hamburger, burrito, and drank orange juice. He followed Tang Guanyinji's footsteps and went to the sink to wash the trays and plates.

The paper used to package burgers and wraps is thrown into the trash, and there is a special trash can for recycling orange juice bottles.

After doing this, he left the cafeteria and the sounds of the world resumed, with the sounds of people talking.

He asked in a low voice: "Are you so depressed when eating every day?"

"Well, you are not allowed to talk while eating. You can only be silent and thank God for His gift."

Tang Guanyin Temple whispered back and complained: "I didn't do it when I was a child, but some priests said so, and the people behind me imitated it and formed a custom."

"What an irony," Shiraishi said. Once upon a time, Aizen, who hated bureaucracy, turned out to be the boss of bureaucracy.

The boy who slayed the dragon turned into an evil dragon, so he must have another excuse.

The church bells are ringing, the summer sun is falling from the sky, the river is sparkling, and the bridges erected are full of people moving forward in an orderly manner.

The sacred and solemn church stands in front.

Thick crowds of people poured into the 69-meter-high gate. The interior was so spacious that no matter how many people walked inside, it seemed empty.

Does this accommodate tens of thousands of people?

Shiraishi looked around and lost count. He only knew that there were people queuing up behind him.

By eight o'clock, the crowd gathered.

Under the huge Aizome statue, a priest in white clothes came to the stage and said into the microphone: "Everyone, we have ushered in a new day. Please let us offer our most loyal greetings to the great god.

, pray for ten minutes, Amen.”

"Amen."

Everyone answered in unison, and their voices shook the church, followed by a moment of silence.

Shiraishi imitated the others, clasping his hands together and bowing his head.

"Ten minutes are up, please stop praying. Under the great gift of God, we must try our best to become a useful human being and display the value that human beings deserve."

The priest chattered some nonsense and then pressed the button on the stage. Screens were projected above the church, divided into twenty areas, and densely packed names were placed on them.

"Everyone's work today has been assigned above, please find the corresponding job."

The priest said, and then added: "Now let me personally read out the existence that is qualified to go to the temples and directly serve the gods.

The first place is Luco Flamikir. The second place is Master Souma. The third place is Carl Beck..."

The person whose name was read had to take the initiative to move forward. Shiraishi didn't delay and walked up immediately.

The looks from all around were full of envy.
Chapter completed!