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

The entire depth of the prison was still shrouded in that deathly stillness. The chapel built by the prisoners stood quietly at the center, where the golden autumn light delicately shaped the frosted glass on the walls, and the rustling wind scraped against them. Beyond that, there was no sound, and the world seemed serene and peaceful.

The prisoners quietly stood in the center of the chapel, their expressions unseen.

Mr. Demon slightly widened his eyes, noticing something eerie. The Church Nation's Absolute Evil Tiger who he had once highly regarded, Luo Xiaobai, was curled up in the corner, holding his head. Strangely, his fur had turned deep black, as if it had been doused with ink.

Indeed, the Chaotic Genius knew that black was more appealing than white... Before Mr. Demon could even admire this, he noticed something even more bizarre... Crimson moonlight was slowly, vividly coating all the prisoners' pupils.

It was the gaze of one of the Seven Gods, the Mother Goddess of Life.

All the Followers of Life who saw this scene incredulously widened their eyes, their faces changing color.

The eternal maternal spirit from above the Spirit Realm had personally bestowed her gaze.

They no longer knew when they had last witnessed such a miracle!

After a nearly stagnant silence, all the prisoners' eyes were tainted by the moonlight. They released the wine cups in their hands, and the blood, along with the moonlight, splashed onto the Holy Hall. Whether it was the massive and muscular Forest Elves or the slaughtering beast, the Demon Dragon, or even the lofty and noble Colorful Elf, their proud and noble bodies collapsed thunderously, prostrating towards the center—

Crawling.

Their flesh began to grow wildly. Bones pierced through their shells, limbs twisted continuously, and both body and spirit fell into the dust, unable to struggle or resist, like fish out of water, like slaves.

Eventually, they were ground into mud, turned into ashes.

This was a sacrifice, a sacrifice beyond imagination, unprecedented, with no offerings, no prayers, no ceremonies, but it was a sacrifice!

The Three Major Factions, the three major authorities, were all now prostrating toward the boy at the center of the Holy Hall.

That boy also held the wine cup filled with all the gathered blood, standing at the very center of the chapel. His silvery-gray hair cascaded down, blending with the light from above; his dark blue eyes were as quiet and cold as the starry sky. All the prisoners in this jail were his sacrifices on the dining table.

There were no blessings, no radiance, none at all.

All present could only feel the curse from this boy's shell, from those eyes, from that soul.

A curse capable of engulfing the whole world with profanity!

Crimson moonlight soaked Ansu's shell; the profane grace surged out like flowing water, greedily enveloping every inch of his skin. He bathed in the Mother Goddess's moonlight, as if bathing in crimson blood. Even through the screen, Mr. Demon... and even the thirty thousand Chaotic Citizens, felt a slight shiver deep from their instincts.

They were watching the curse, and the curse was watching them.

What a grand opening.

The three major steps of a councilor election: policy, publicity, and...

Kickoff.

Ansu calmly lifted his eyes, looking in the direction of those peering at him. Through the shadows of magic, across numerous barriers and autumns, across countless corpses, he finally reached the plaza of the Judgment Hall. He saw all the citizens, saw all the jurors of the Administration Bureau, saw Mr. Demon, saw the Smiling Lady.

His rivals.

Ansu also gazed at that bright and thriving realm, looking toward the end where the Chaotic Ladder meandered up into the sky.

"Ladies and gentlemen,"

The boy raised the Blood Cup in his hand, smiling, "The second game begins."

[The delicious child regained, you have strongly attracted the crazed gaze of the Mother Goddess of Life!]

Ansu's second stage, the delicious child!

— "Avad, let us begin the judgment."

The daily attending citizens could also purchase

A Judgment Order named 'Ansu Milton'