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.
——
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

At the Magic Association's front courtyard, as the Shadow Magic dissipated, the scattered shadows of the Chinese parasol trees were also driven away, and the unsetting sun cast its afterglow in, piling a thick layer of clouds at the horizon's end, with lonely stars in the distance.


Miss Enya was forcibly pulled out of the Shadow realm by An Su, into that area enveloped in rosiness.


Even at this moment, her breath was still somewhat rapid, and her heart was still pounding fiercely.


She had thought that she would no longer experience such hasty emotions. In fact, since that incident, she had lost all normal human emotions. An Su once considered her an alien, which wasn't a derogation but an objective statement.


But now, Enya could clearly hear her own heartbeat; she could feel her slightly disordered breathing, thin and moist, gently hitting the young man's chest in the slightly cold autumn night, as if veiled by a light gauze.


Chapter 317: The Last Star and Night (5600 words)