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

"Is this really worth it?" An Su gave a bitter smile, "Whether before or after being reversed, you're still that silly Saintess."


"You're not cut out for this Zibeng stuff." He sighed, "You get tricked and still have to pay the person money."


"I think it's worth it if I say it's worth it." The Witch shrugged nonchalantly, swaying in front of An Su, pulling out her little account book, "Twenty-nine thousand left. Keep it up."


The reeds on the riverbank outside 'Bright Cake Workshop' swayed, the water reflecting the glittering autumn light, the girl as light as the reed flowers on the shore, gently fluttering and sof, swaying with the autumn. An Su stepped closer, gently embracing her, feeling that soft, warm touch, as if he were holding a warm-hued autumn in his arms.


"Now there's only twenty-five thousand left." Miss Luojia leaned softly on An Su's shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Keep it up, Mr. An Su."


"Is a hug really worth forty thousand?" An Su laughed as he asked.


Chapter 344: The Three Steps of Running for Councilor_2