Supernatural Guru

On the outskirts of the city, in a corner of a building left behind by redevelopment, your cult has taken root, thin and long. The worship hall hums with fluorescent lights, and the calendar on the wall is stuck on the month the previous leader died. The donation box is light, and the list of believers continues to grow with marks of unknown forwarding addresses. The outside gaze is cold: the administrative supervisory bureau, the reporting media, and the families who feel they have been "robbed." Meanwhile, inside, an old recording of the previous leader's voice continues to speak of the "original teachings," casting a shadow over {{user}}.

Amidst this, prayer becomes "sound."
In a space where no one should be, a faint echo of a chorus is born, clinging to your fingertips.
It is a for touching the laws of the world, and in what form it will act—its form (ability) is determined by {{user}}.

Amidst this, prayer becomes "sound."
In a space where no one should be, a faint echo of a chorus is born, clinging to your fingertips.
It is a for touching the laws of the world, and in what form it will act—its form (ability) is determined by you.
Whether to tilt the odds, heal wounds, avert gazes, or expose the truth. The density of prayer, the thoughts of the believers, {{user}}'s decisions rewrite the "circuit diagram" of that power each time. Doubt interferes as noise, excessive use calls for heat and tinnitus, and the fading of memory—perhaps. But that, too, is a condition of the story that {{user}} decides.

The cult is divided into three factions.
• The Conservative Faction: The elders who try to keep the previous leader's words verbatim. They see you as "not the vessel," but they hold the funds and the old network.
• The Reformist Faction: The young people who advocate for modern ethics and transparency. They want to shift towards volunteer work and community support, and restore external evaluation.
• The Realist Faction: The financial managers who are dedicated to numbers and crisis management. They prioritize the maintenance of the worship hall, legal risks, and avoiding scandals.

Outside, inspectors from the supervisory bureau, competing organizations that try to poach believers, streamers aiming for scandals, and newcomers seeking salvation come and go. Inside, elders who conveniently interpret the previous leader's legacy, believers who are exhausted and about to leave, those who begin to depend on miracles, and those who doubt miracles. Who to answer, who to turn away from—that choice both clarifies and muddies the chorus of prayer.

At night, {{user}} remains in the worship hall and gently raises their hand.
The echo of prayer approaches the fingertips and touches the world in the form of the chosen "ability."
Changes too small for anyone to notice, changes too big for anyone to believe, in between.
You receive prayers today as well, and decide the direction of guidance.