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

Holy City, Avad.

Chaotic City Management Bureau, noisy Judgement Square, swarming with people.

For the chaotic citizens, their favorite pastime was to attend the Judgement Square and watch the live beheadings—a very refined and stylish hobby that both educated and relaxed the mind, embodying the idea of appealing to all social classes.

In order to promote the nationwide beheading project and propagate Avad's unique beheading culture, aside from massive advertising, the Chaotic Tourism Board had also promoted derivative cultural products. Citizens who came to watch the executions could buy a coil made from a criminal's hair for one or two Gold Coins or get a necklace made from a criminal's teeth if they spent ten.

This eliminated the pollution from crematoriums, reduced the wastage of cemetery resources, and further spread the culture of the Chaotic Church Nation. Every part of a criminal's body would be turned into derivative cultural products for sale, even hemorrhoids would be crafted by artisans into Shariputra and sold for a hundred Gold Coins.

The Judgment Square was a huge entertainment hub specially built by the Avad Council at a great expense, equipped with three giant Magic Screens, capable of accommodating hundreds of thousands of citizens.

However, today, the venue was unusually packed; the noisy and crowded masses filled every corner of the square, creating a sea of people. They screamed excitedly, their necks craned toward the screens above, which boldly displayed the gates of the First Prison. Today's protagonist would be arriving from the other side of those gates.

The anticipation was not without reason, because the identity of today's defendant was Ansu Milton.

Born on the frontier, a pure-blood human, the richest man in the Outer City, and—

A Chaotic Pre-selection Councilor!

"Hee hee hee, I'm going to buy the councilor's sausage," someone said jokingly.

The rights of a Chaotic Councilor were supreme; this was the first time since the foundation of Avad that a Quasi-Councilor was being judged!

For the chaotic audience, who were crazy about disorder and pleasure, this was the most attractive gimmick, watching such an entertaining clash was worth dying for!

No Judgment Chief had ever dared to judge a pre-selected councilor; if the judgment failed and the latter was promoted, the aftermath was unimaginable.

If the Chaotic City Management Bureau dared to judge Ansu Milton today, there was only one possibility: they already had decisive evidence, ensuring his inevitable defeat in this trial.

The chaotic citizens had already caught wind: Ansu Milton was the foretold Blessed Son.

The status of a Blessed Son in Avad was even lower than that of a Child of the Curse in Farol.

Once discovered, it led instantly to execution. Every year, the Chaotic City Management Bureau executed tens of thousands of infants suspected of being 'Blessed Sons' - any race with even a trace of the Light Element in their body was destined to be slaughtered in the Chaotic Church Nation.

The only reason Ansu was still alive was because of his identity as a pre-selected councilor.

But once he went through the Seven Gods' Trial ceremony, his status would be stripped away.

And Mr. Demon could guarantee that with all the luminous children the Chaos Administration Bureau had slaughtered, the divine blessing of radiance on Ansu was definitely the highest in history!

"Your Majesty, the Judgment Chief," Mr. Demon, dressed in a tuxedo, slowly stood from the 'Vice Judge' seat and tipping his hat at the centermost Judgment Chief, "please rest assured, I have already inspected this boy Ansu. With his trial, he definitely cannot pass the Seven Gods' Trial; he is definitely a spy sent by the Human Empire."

"When you take him down, your prestige will reach its peak," Mr. Demon graciously said, "With this feat, your election as the Chaotic Saintess tomorrow is within easy reach."

"Why I have come forward is for the protection of the great Chaotic Church Nation."

The Judgment Chief smiled and said,

"Mr. Demon, this is not for my personal benefit, but for the future and righteousness of the Chaotic Church Nation."

Her dark green pupils held only holiness and solemnity, and love for everyone.

But the Judgment Chief was not as simplistic as she appeared on the surface. How chaotic she must be for Mr. Demon to hold her in such high regard...

The citizens held their breath, their expressions tense as they watched the great figure sitting in the foremost position of the Judgment Hall, an embodiment of chaos, a joyful figure of this world, always wearing a smile, the corners of her mouth reaching all the way to her ears.

All the Blessed Chosen Ones, Belonging to Chaos, Church Country Lady, Smiling Demon

It turned out that this very person was the Judgment Chief confronting Ansu Milton, shocking everyone; that boy was doomed!

Smile. Mrs. Smiling, also known as the Smiling Lady.

She was the candidate closest to the seat of Saintess of the Chaotic Church Nation over the past centuries, and was the woman most favored by the Mother Goddess of Chaos. Yet, what was most striking was her ever-present, friendly smile that reached a nearly eerie degree.

"Who is the Smiling Lady?" asked Arthur, who had joined the crowd to watch the spectacle.

"You don't know the Smiling Lady? Heh, don't even mention how powerful she is!"

An audience member looked at Arthur incredulously, "That grandma is the only woman in the Chaotic Church Nation blessed by six Mother Goddesses, only a prophesized Chaotic Saintess could achieve that! This girl was born for chaos!"

"Blessed by all six Mother Goddesses?" Lister exclaimed, "That's a high status, how did she achieve that?"

With a slight cough, another person mysteriously said,