The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

[Holder of Heaven Temporary 24-Hour Experience Card x1]

[Note: One more time]

The Celestial Messenger stared at the line of text, his pupils dilating as he fell into a long, deep silence.

He felt there must be something wrong with the way the world worked; could this experience card be renewed?

What did 'one more time' mean?

Was being the temporary ruler of Heaven some kind of store-wide sale?

If you won it, could you get another one?

As the Celestial Messenger looked on in stunned silence, An Su deliberately coughed, straightened his somewhat disheveled white scarf, dusted off his shoulders, smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, straightened his back, and with a contrived tone of voice and a stomp of his foot, held his proud head high, displaying the mature and imposing air of a leader.

As the future master of Heaven, one must have the demeanor of the master of Heaven.

An Su knew the principle that gold always shines; it seemed his outstanding talent had already been highly recognized by the gods.

Indeed, he had only been in office for one day and had already solved the educational issues, resolved Merlin's emotional issues, and started dealing with so many heretics. He truly was meritorious and had made significant contributions to the Church's future.

When he would resume his position after thirty days, he was determined to lead Heaven's future toward an even broader horizon.

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At the thought, he became smug, his eyes filled with the purest of faith.

Seeing An Su's hands-on-hips, head-held-high posture, the Celestial Messenger's expression darkened.

This kid had only been in office for a day yet had managed to wreak havoc on both the Esoteric Religion and the Orthodox Church, daring to conduct a live sacrifice at the highest level of Heaven. If such a bold and reckless person continued even for one more day, what would become of it? He was afraid that the Celestial Messenger might even pry out and replace the lock core of Heaven's Gate with his own shape!

Although he was absolutely neutral, he did not want to see a total mess.

"I'll take sick leave in thirty days," thought the Celestial Messenger, "I reckon I'll be sick by then." It was the only idea he had; he couldn't handle An Su, but at least he could avoid him by taking leave.

And the Celestial Messenger was not lying; he would definitely be sick after thirty days—by that time, An Su would have aggravated him to a brain thrombosis.

Seeing the Celestial Messenger's complexion was not good, the highly emotionally intelligent An Su quickly consoled the uncle. He was a kind and understanding child and immediately discerned the Celestial Messenger's concerns, displaying his spirit of selflessness,

"Would you like me to fill in for you then?"

An Su said with a face full of zeal, "Although it's hard to hold two positions at the same time, for the sake of our faith, I'm willing to give my all! Please rest assured and leave the position of Messenger to me, I definitely won't let you down."

"...." The Celestial Messenger was already aggravated to the point of a brain thrombosis.

The little one wasn't satisfied with causing trouble for the Holder of Heaven; now he was eyeing his position too!

"Bugger off!" Incensed, the Celestial Messenger smacked An Su on the back, sending him staggering and plummeting straight down from the starry river. The stars rapidly faded in front of An Su's eyes, and when his vision cleared, he found himself having left the Astro-World and returned to reality.

The first floor of the Magic Association was calm and peaceful; the sky outside was already bright, with white clouds overlapping in the dark valleys and the sparkling lake water scattered on the wooden floor through the church-styled stained glass windows. It was already the next day.

An Su squinted, gradually adjusting to the strong light of the real world.

In three days, the Church's grand examination, the written test, would begin, which was the preliminary exam.

From today until tomorrow would be the registration days across the country.

Early in the morning, an endless stream of saints lined up at the Association's door, following the guidance of the front desk to different Church windows to register and receive identification seals for the exam. The Esoteric Religion exam An Su had written the day before had also been escorted out by Order Knights and mass-printed at various printing plants.

There were even circles of reporters surrounding the place outside.

Examinees were chatting with each other, creating a buzz of noise.

"Have you all reviewed?" asked a young man from the Alchemical Church.

"I haven't looked at a single book, sigh, I can only go in bare now," his companion replied with a sighed lament.@@novelbin@@

"Ah, same here, I'm not holding out much hope; I'm ready to sleep during the test," a Druid Saint added, resigned to his fate.

"This is over; better luck next year," the young man said dejectedly.

Though they said this, deep down, they were each confident and smiling at one another, exchanging knowing looks. Everything was understood without words.

After all, to be qualified to participate in the deacon's promotion, one had to be a genius among geniuses, the most outstanding young talent in each administrative city. For these basic knowledges on paper, it was easy pickings.

To them, the written test in four days was just a formality.

"Hope the questions will be easier this time. Sigh."

In their hearts, everyone was screaming that the harder the questions, the better, the more challenging, the more exhilarating; that way, they could stand out from the rest of these failures!

The Church's questions were always the same,

Test the magic properties of the light element, the transformation relationships of various elements, and big questions like designing a Magic Circuit based on a given problem... The test questions every year never really changed, truly lacking any novelty.

And the ones setting the questions were just a bunch of old scholars with no desire for progress—truly disappointing.