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

Her smile at the corner of her mouth became more eerie and defiant, and reflected in her sapphire-like Azure Magic Eyes was An Su's face, as she had already seen that brilliant and noble future. As long as someone was directly gazed at by her Magic Eyes, she could devour the youth.


But at that moment, the Azure Sorceress saw An Su pulling out a whip... made of Holy Light.


The next second, her pupils shuddered violently, and her mind was struck with a severe impact.


Cersei also turned around in confusion, her pupils trembling just as wildly, her still immature mind undergoing a severe visual shock—


Only to see An Su, the youth with an innocent smile, swinging the long whip in his hand, creating a trail in the air as he lashed it towards Miss Bones, who was draped in a thin layer of robed shroud. The air split with the sound of the whip, tearing through the space towards her.


Chapter 272 A Certain Kind of Shura Field_3