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!"
...
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.
——
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

[Next candidate, Lisiter Muen, please enter alchemy examination room number seventeen.]


The Blood Servant's claws scraped against the wooden door, and layers of wood shavings fell off along with the glorious flickering candlelight inside the dining room.


Lisiter Muen was dressed in a snow-white tailcoat, a tall top hat, and a double-breasted shirt beneath, his demeanor as lofty and elegant as that of a true nobleman. The cold moonlight outside the window was cut into scattered beams by the stained glass and glimmered on his serene profile.


He looked like a deep and elegant young noble.


Before he made his appearance, he too used Gender Transformation Magic.


The citizens of Farol, upon seeing Lisiter in this guise, had their last shred of hope for the Alchemical Church rekindled. The young man appeared so refined; surely he couldn't engage in the vulgar antics that Arthur did.


It couldn't possibly be that the entire Alchemical Church was filled with perverts, right?


Chapter 248 Lister's Traditional Alchemy