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

No matter how swiftly Smiling Lady exhausted her vocabulary of insults, his support rates ceased to decline. Seeing no results, Smiling Lady grew angrier with her curses, while An Su became happier the more he was scolded.

The more An Su observed Smiling Lady, the more pleasing he found her, although she was a bit too radical, but she spoke honestly. An Su greatly admired honesty as a rare quality; among all the people he had encountered in this world, not a single one was honest.

And An Su's appreciative gaze, in the eyes of Smiling Lady, was a blatant provocation.

She became so furious that her face turned completely red, sweat trickling down her forehead, shoulders trembling, her skin steamed into a mix of dark and purple, with a puffy red emerging from the purple. Her revived vocabulary centered around An Su's parents, with his family tree as the radius, and started to encompass An Su's ancestors up to eighteen generations.

From "your mother is alive," the ancestors of the An Su family, spanning eighteen generations, were all resurrected by Smiling Lady.

"Don't rush," An Su advised, seeing Smiling Lady's increasing speed of speech, "Speak slower."

The young man's gaze was sincere, without a hint of sarcasm, filled with goodwill.

He genuinely wanted Smiling Lady to speak slower; after all, he couldn't quite catch everything when she spoke too fast, fearful he'd miss some great phrases.

An Su even planned to take notes, to have the maid read a segment every morning when he got up, ensuring a good mood right from early on.

Say more, I love listening.

An Su was well-meaning, but to Smiling Lady's ears, this was nothing but flagrant sarcasm!

"Don't rush."

Smiling Lady was about to explode with anger; she had never encountered a youth with such an impenetrable defense. Meanwhile, on account of An Su's strong defense, his support rates not only stopped falling but showed signs of growth again.

On the contrary, her own support rates had tragically plummeted below thirty.

"No matter how composed you remain, the Catastrophe Mother Goddess will not look after you," Smiling Lady abandoned her squabble with An Su and directly attacked his weakest weakness, "Without that catastrophe, you won't be able to light the candle of calamity; you are bound to lose this judgement."

"You won't be able to defeat me."

Having a Fallen Angel is merely this.

As for the 'Black Death' mentioned by An Su, Smiling Lady simply considered it an exaggeration.

"Madam."

Seeing Smiling Lady stop her tirade, An Su shook his head, still unsatisfied.

"High and mighty lords of nobility."

"Have you ever drunk blood in Chaotic City?" he asked calmly, "Do you know how much blood a person has?"

Smiling Lady was taken aback, "No, what about it?"

"A full five thousand kilograms, so much blood not even a Fallen Angel could contain!"

Those dark blue eyes stared down all the judges present; as the Life River Water spread deep within his soul, An Su's gaze carried the innate majesty of its source, and the vast majority present dared not meet the young man's eye.

He spoke those words with divine light flickering in his eyes.

What did An Su mean by saying this…could it be a critique of the Vampire Nobility, an accusation against the upper classes' inhumane oppression of people, or some humanitarian proposition or decree?

"So?" Mr. Demon watched An Su with a fickle gaze.

"So, to drain all the blood, I have prepared a million Fallen Angels."

You fucking...

Mr. Demon's face was full of black lines.

At An Su's signal, the Fallen Angels lurking in the Chaotic Outer City no longer held back; they all emerged from their nests, the blanket of mosquitos once clouding the sky now truly became a storm! Falling upon the supporters of the Righteous Faction of Darkness!

After being bitten, their faces changed instantly.

They knelt on the ground, bodies convulsing violently, pupils trembling as if mad, constantly muttering, "Give me a spin, give me a spin..."

"This is the Black Death that sweeps through Avad."

[Holy Water Virus]

[Legendary Low Tier]

[Effect: Sacrilegious Holy Light and Sacrilegious Holy Water blended together. Once entering the bloodstream of a Dark Creature, it causes severe itching, extreme fear, and a rejection of all ordinary liquids, desperately thirsting for the Holy Water blessed by the divine.]

And in Avadri, the only place capable of producing Holy Water was the transformed cake shop owned by Luojia Fast, thus monopolizing it.

If you want to become the leader of Chaotic Church Nation, you have to turn ice into an industrial chain!

An Su endured Smiling Lady's furious insults, his lips still

"Madam, have you been to the marketplace of Chaotic Outer City?" for no reason, the young man politely inquired.