Metal raindrops

"The more the Church supports me, the more it proves I have done the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing."
"Even when heretics praise me, it further proves I'm right. If heretics stay silent, it shows I have done impeccably!"
"If the Church opposes me, it means they have all fallen into evil heresy, and the more heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing."
In the year 681, An Su was crowned the youngest Pope in the history of the Church. During his speech, he provided important guidance for the forthcoming de-divination work, emphasizing:
"Now that both the Church and the heretics oppose me, it precisely shows I am on an exceedingly correct path!"
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The year 685.
"It is not that the Evil God cannot be summoned, but that choosing him to take the stage is more cost-effective."
Such was the assessment of the former holy woman of the demons, Yage Silvia.
This statement, once made, instantly attracted attention from all sectors of society—the extensive documentary "The Legend of Pope An Su" continues to broadcast for you.
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This is a story of a top-tier heretical player speedrunning through a fantasy world.

The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

The stars gradually dispersed, and the surrounding scenery became clearer.


An Su opened his eyes with a slight sense of bewilderment.


Since this was a one-way challenge, there were no hostile believers, so there was no need for the identity verification process.


What did Falor look like thirty thousand years ago?


He squinted his eyes, the twilight outside the window was dim, and the shadow of the window lattice was elongated and twisted by the setting sun. Ancient tower buildings at the edge of sight bathed in the dusk, with pedestrians passing by underneath.


Trolls with green skin and strong muscles, and blue patterns on their cheeks,


Beastmen covered in long hair and with green faces and sharp fangs,


Races of demons whose skin flowed with volcanic magma, their breath carrying the scent of gunpowder.


Chapter 104: The Freest City in History