Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

Upon hearing this, both women's eyes widened.

Food, shelter, transportation, healthcare, official treatment… disciples and non-disciples were treated entirely differently.

Was this the Rebirth Sect or a gangster sect?

According to Brian, in the future, if you weren't a disciple, it might be difficult to even live on this land.

Could the public accept this?

Sandy, who had been mingling in society for years and had a wide range of experience, understood Brian well and was quick to react, "Boss, what about our doctrine?"

Brian shook his head:

"There's no specific doctrine.

Of course, if you wish, you can refer to the doctrines of the major sects and compile your own.

Try to keep it loose and inclusive.

We don't regulate the lifestyles of our disciples. Anyone who wishes to, be they criminals or prostitutes, can become our disciples. Moreover, disciples can have multiple beliefs. There's just one thing—registered disciples must, before and after death, be prayed for by a sect Priest holding the Rebirth Sect's Holy Artifact…"

As he spoke, he even gestured with the necklace in his hand.

The necklace was actually a Spiritual Imprint receiver.

In the future, when a Priest bearing this receiver went to the deceased, they could automatically detect and extract the deceased's Obsession Little Ball, eliminating the trouble of Brian having to collect them personally.

He personally branded those Priests, who, with the Spiritual Imprint necklace, would pray in front of the deceased, gather their obsessions, and then sort them out, selecting the simpler obsessions to be completed by the members of the sect in the form of tasks.

Once it reached scale,

In just a few years' time, Brian couldn't even imagine how powerful he would become.

The stronger he was, the wider his influence would be.

At this rate,

he might not need to wait for the next Blood Moon to control the entire planet.

The only trouble was probably that as the number of obsessions grew, it would be hard for Brian to deal with the Obsession Little Balls, including categorizing and issuing tasks... All added up, he would be as busy as a dog and still unable to solve it.

But Brian had already thought of a solution.

He planned to use the Blissful Heart Domain and select some decent deceased individuals, awaken them within the Heart Domain to work for him, and then use the Spiritual Imprint as a bridge to assign tasks.

Starting today,

Wherever there was Rebirth Sect,

The righteous could live another life in Brian's Blissful Heart Domain, enjoy Bliss as compensation, and make up for all the regrets in life.

The wicked would taste the Eighteen Layers of Hell until their Spiritual Imprint was destroyed and they became nourishment for the Heart Domain.

For them, the Blissful Heart Domain was the real world.

All perceptions were also real.

Heaven and Hell would genuinely appear in this world.

As for his own people,

Brian would also establish rules later.

For example, his own people who died accidentally. As long as they bore Brian's Imprint and had obsessions at the time of death, they could preserve their Spiritual Imprint and appear in the Blissful Heart Domain.

Those with high contributions could choose to reincarnate in artificially cultivated bodies with their memories, or have their memories erased and start anew. They could also choose to enjoy the fantasy Bliss within the Heart Domain until their spirit dissipated and became nourishment for the Domain.

The men and women, young and old, brought by Sandy, were all the core members of the Urban Legend Organization.

Some of them treated the Urban Legend Organization as a place to work and earn money, while others liked the way the Urban Legend Organization worked and truly identified with this Fooly group.

As for the transformation of the Fooly group into a sect,

They didn't have much to say.

After all, other than becoming Priests, there weren't many changes from before.

With the arrangement of the two women, members received Brian's Imprint one by one, obtained necklaces, and became the first batch of Priests and disciples of the Rebirth Sect...

…

The Urban Legend Organization had been operating for nearly a year now.

There were professional managers taking care of internal matters.

Brian didn't have to worry about subsequent issues.

At most, he just needed to check on a regular basis. If he found any problems, he'd notify them, and someone would take care of it for him.

This is the joy of being the boss.

After tending to these tasks,

Brian prepared to go to the basement to check on the 'Cylinder Brain' named Night, extracted from the NW headquarters.

At its core, Night was actually a biological tool cultivated from a Mutant with a Superbrain Talent.

There are quite a few of these Cylinder Brains currently.

The fact that organizations and scientific research forces around the globe have been able to progress so quickly can be attributed to that unfortunate Mutant, who made the greatest contribution.

Regrettably, due to mistrust in intelligent life, nearly no power or organization treats these [Cylinder Brains] as strategic tools for ensuring the highest efficiency of their institutions. Instead, they only have these [Cylinder Brains] compile subprograms to assist in management.

Brian, however, wasn't worried about this.

As long as it's biological and branded with a Spiritual Imprint, it would become one of his Favored.

To break free, one would need to possess greater Spiritual Strength than him.

He planned to first brand Night with a Spiritual Imprint and project it into his Blissful Space to act as the manager of his domain.

From now on, he would have Night take charge of arranging matters for the various organizations and forces under his command.

When his status was low, Brian naturally liked having a powerful backer, taking shortcuts, and forming cliques.

But now that he had become the backer.

Sorry.

He preferred fairness and meritocracy, where the capable rise and the mediocre tumble.

Cylinder Brain + data contribution metrics.

Would sever ties of personal relationships leading to unfairness.

...

Thinking of subsequent arrangements, Brian quickened his pace.

At that moment,

Susan poked her head out from the second-floor, calling Brian with a serious expression, "Brian, you've received an email from Washington. The Congress believes some of your recent actions in Los Angeles severely violate Federation laws.."

At her words, Brian was startled, "Could it be that similar situations haven't occurred in other states?"

Susan nodded, "Yes, indeed. More than one Third Rank Life, taking advantage of the absence of Meme Weapons, divided up a great deal of interests, and numerous forces have perished. But those Third Rank Lives have their own people in Congress. We actually have some members we've won over too, but ever since you took over Los Angeles, you haven't been in touch with them.."

Next to Susan, Linda's head emerged.

She added, "Boss, the people at the secretary's office have done a simple collation of the previous leftover files. Our NW side actually has our own people in Congress as well. However, these connections were previously managed by Thor of the Liki family. After you took over Los Angeles, both the Elephant and Democrat Parties sent us congratulatory emails, inviting you to attend meetings they were holding, but you ignored them.."

Brian got the hint.

He did remember Linda mentioning this before, but he was too busy at that time to attend those insincere galas.

Mainly because Brian, now with his own clout, didn't want to play by others' unwritten rules.

It seemed as if the people in Washington, seeing that he didn't show interest in taking a side, were preparing to make a scapegoat out of him.

Brian looked up at Susan, "How do they plan to deal with me?"

Susan shook her head, "They didn't say how, only that they would arrange an internal congressional hearing. I called my father, and he said this was actually giving you time to pick a side and negotiate interest distribution with the parties. Once you pick a side, it will just be a formality."

Brian: ..

He felt as if he was considering the issue of global unification, while others were still caught up in their trivialities, preparing to sling mud at him.

To be honest,

If not for the presence of Long restraining him, he would have slaughtered his way through the Federation and convened a meeting for global unification already.

Brian sighed, "Forget it, we need some time. Susan, directly pick the previous party representatives from Los Angeles to deal with this matter; for now, we can stick to the old interest distribution."

Susan nodded, "Okay, that's good, too. Otherwise, if the Federation gets destabilized, it's the ordinary people who will suffer the most. Brian, I thought you'd explode after hearing this."

Brian rolled his eyes, "I'm not that petty. By the way, Linda, help me jot down the names and information of those congressional party members. Write them in that black little notebook."

Susan, Linda: ..

Talk about being meticulous.

Brian had a small black notebook,

In which he recorded the names of everyone who had offended him but whom he hadn't yet dealt with.

After becoming Brian's secretary, Linda even joked with Susan that it was a death note.