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

No matter how tumultuous it was outside the guild, inside it remained tranquil.


"Mr. An Su, you're up to mischief again."


As the Judges were repeatedly stopped by An Su, Luojia Fast whispered in An Su's ear.


"Miss Luojia, this isn't mischief, but love," An Su stated firmly, his deep blue eyes serious. "The uncle told me they love meeting with me."


"And why have you put on a veil again?"


Miss Luojia had donned a snow-white veil again; she didn't want others to see her cheeks.


But An Su could still sense Miss Luojia's presence; she was neither too far nor too close, lightly tiptoeing, her cheeks resting on the young man's shoulder, her lips thin as cherry blossoms slightly parted, speaking softly into An Su's ear.


Through Magic Guidance transmission, no one else could hear their heart-to-heart conversation.


"Mr. An Su, nobody likes to see you every day, unless they are out of their mind."


"What about you?" An Su cocked his head.


Chapter 315: The Love Alliance between the Saint Heir and the Witch