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

"Tasty child, you're playing with fire."

Silence...

An Su felt a headache coming on as soon as he heard that.

He gazed at the beautiful scenery in front of him, looking at the jubilant and bustling Chaotic Holy City, at the land of the divine selection longed for by countless Breeders, and a contented smile spread across his face.

The New Year was approaching, and it was time to add some festive atmosphere to Avad.

They also needed to slaughter the New Year pig to prepare for the celebration.

Giant bombs of flame burst on the ground like firecrackers trailing for miles; nobles trampled over each other within the protective Array, bones cracking amidst the deafening sounds of skulls shattering like drums in the celebration; Rainbow Envoys, drenched in oil and ready to be served, their fat sizzling in the flames, sent hundred-mile fragrances wafting, like a stove creating the smoke of the mortal world. People came and went, all familiar faces, chatting and laughing in the lively scene,

An Su watched the beautiful scene with delight. For the sake of this beauty, for the dream of the Avad Church Nation, even if cursed by the Mother Goddess, he found it sweet.

The youth opened his arms, blood streaming from his palms, as half of the candle wax had already burnt away.

Then let his blood, the blood of Ansu Milton, a Councilor, burn away Avad's cold winter!

Ignite Avad's upcoming spring!

"An Su Moningsta, you motherfucker, why are you still bringing chaos!"

The crimson sea of Life Flames exploded completely, with the Red Moon stirring up the flames, dyeing half the sky indigo, and most lives within the Judgement Court were engulfed; even the most educated and eldest Priests of Life had never seen such fierce and grandiose flames of life—it was undoubtedly nearing Divine Punishment.

Only Mr. Demon knew that this was not Divine Punishment—it was protection.

With an ashen and despairing face, Mr. Demon stared at An Su, watching the latter's mad and joyful smile—it was clear this guy had taken on the form of a lord of chaos!

Don't drag us into your mess!

He gained a new understanding of An Su's capacity for chaos and troublemaking; right in front of the Red Moon, he offered the sacrifice meant for Life to chaos, dropping his Curse Blood onto the grey candle. The balance of the situation was completely shattered.

An average chaos family could unsettle a city, a powerful chaos family could drive a nation mad, while a top-tier chaos family could beguile gods.

Mr. Demon's eyelids twitched as he looked at the burnt-down Judgement Court, now pondering which subordinate should volunteer to take the blame and compensate—it was time for his loyal followers, whom he had cultivated over many years, to save him.

But soon, his expression became subtle.

—Because he saw his loyal subordinates rushing to "put out the fire."

Their leader was trapped in the site of the fire; such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Chaos Administration Bureau officers hurriedly joined the firefighting team, pouring all sorts of fuel and flame pots into the fire scene, a united effort as if ordained by fate. The half-burnt Demigod Candle was already well on its way, but with the generous help of the chaotic city managers, high-quality holy fuel continued to flow in abundance.

This turned into an apocalyptic celebration.

Merchants tossed their fraudulent accounts into the fire, Esoteric Sect Followers threw their contraband into the flames, and even the junior students from the chaotic juvenile detention center urgently chucked their holiday homework "Happy Winter Vacation Hundred Cases" into the fire...

With the help of Chaotic Citizens and firefighters, the fire grew and grew, threatening to set the whole world ablaze.

Still, the most despairing ones were not the nobles burnt to a crisp, nor Mr. Demon about to face massive compensation, but the Followers of Life in front of the Magic Screen.

Their goddess of faith had been abandoned.

And those who had spent their lives in pursuit of sacrifice and life could protect nothing.

They could only watch helplessly as their Mother Goddess was plundered, as An Su—the foretold Child of the Curse—offered his blood to chaos, while as her most loyal Followers they could do nothing, protect nothing.

This agony, this humiliation, and this strangely perverse sense of shame and pleasure tormented their hearts.

These Esoteric Sect lunatics, who thought themselves capable of any evil, were now utterly defenseless, like Merlin forced to work overtime on New Year's, like the sterilized Luo Xiaohei, like Luojia Fast locked out of the cake shop, like the Sun and Yue'er changed in nature, they felt deep despair and pain from the depths of their souls.

Powerless, they fell to their knees, weeping and tearful, lamenting miserably:

"Not that, please not that!"

"Offering Curse Blood to chaos, not that, please!"

"I hope An Su offers it only to the Mother Goddess for the rest of his life! At least for ten years after we're burnt to death!"

"You can't do this!"

And the fire of chaos also peaked in this topsy-turvy madness.

It should be this way, yes, it should be this way—plunder, invert, and rejoice.

The best way to enjoy the show is to become the protagonist. This joy of plunder and inversion is the true essence of chaos—to desecrate all that is Holy, whether it be the True God or the Esoteric Sect, to desecrate, plunder, and bewilder, climbing together to the pinnacle of chaos!