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

"You're the idiot," the witch said, rising onto her tiptoes and tilting her head back, nearly leaning against Mr. An Su's chest. She said provocatively, "Touch my face with your hand, and you'll know where the veil is."


Damn, Mother Goddess of Life, where have you gone? A delicious child is about to be kidnapped!


An Su sighed helplessly and tentatively reached out, but he didn't touch Luojia's cheek. Instead, he felt the delicate and slender shoulder, the smooth skin warm to the touch. Following the shoulder up, his fingertips grazed the fine collarbone, then the smooth neck. But the little witch seemed to be deliberately mischievous; she tilted her head, and An Su's fingertips missed her cheek, losing their way again.


"...Idiot," Mr. An Su said, no longer continuing, but the little witch grabbed his hand in return.


Miss Luojia slightly tilted her head and nuzzled closer, like a cat seeking affection, gently elevating An Su's hand to rest on her cheek.


Chapter 311 An Su: Are you sure it was me who abducted her?_2