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

The deep crimson moon covered half the night sky, and the flowing scarlet moonlight streamed across the streets of Farol,

The already extinguished neon lights, the messy tube buildings, the web of magic circuits entangled like bee pupae, the rotting chunks of orc flesh in the slaughterhouse, chaotically luring mosquitoes, the bustling city hall plummeting to the ground amidst the flames.

Tens of thousands of glass windows shattered on the dilapidated streets, splashing piece after piece reflecting the crimson moonlight.

At this moment,

All the remaining citizens raised their heads, watching the battle projected by the tower.

Never before had they felt such emotions,

Overwhelmed with excitement.

They were just ordinary citizens, just lower-class dwarves, just nondescript elves, just goblins used as blood bags, they who were tired of the cold stares and discrimination, were feeling such intense emotions for the first time.

Their mayor was so affable.

Even if it was just political showmanship, the fact that the mayor was willing to put on a show for them meant they were in his heart!

The enemy was so crafty, cruel, vile, even perverted.

These perverts didn't even wear clothes!

Even in the most chaotic of frontiers, such perverts would be at the bottom of the discrimination chain.

They couldn't imagine what these perverts would do to their mayor, nor could they bear their mayor being subjected to such humiliation!

Their city was already destroyed.

Everyone was acutely aware that they needed to do something, that they must struggle!

Angelo stared at the giant image on the magic screen, his face deathly pale and mouth twitching violently.

He was about to burst a blood vessel in anger.

How could his own damn academy be able to foster such talent.

If he had known, he should have strangled him at the start.

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Not letting him graduate and wreak havoc on society!

He had never seen such a breed before; every time Angelo came to a conclusion about An Su's quality, the guy would shatter his lowest expectations!

Fighting while broadcasting the opponent's naked body to the entire city!

Could a person even do such a thing!

For the first time, he felt pain, not from physical hurt but from a wound to his soul.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Several soldiers of the Painful Esoteric Sect stumbled in their steps, cringing in every move, fearing that a careless action would expose their weaknesses. These distracted soldiers soon lost their heads to hidden assassins.

And yet there was An Su, his face the very picture of sanctity and solemnity, "Even though you are so despicable, I will not give up on the city I love."

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Angelo took a deep breath.

His eyes were filled with blood red.

Already gravely wounded, and now infuriated by An Su like this, the blood scabs that had just healed cracked open again.

Killing this youth before him!

That could cleanse all humiliation.

"An Su, come on!"

He readjusted his stance, and with a reverse grip on his long sword, his Fourth-Order Peak heart beat intensely, channeling all the pain and blood into his limbs,

He was determined to kill An Su, then torture him with the most painful means!

"Ah, I'm off then," An Su cocked his head, "The video is all recorded."

An Su didn't record that statement.

Angelo took another blood step forward, his alchemic long sword slicing through the air, cutting towards An Su's chest; but the latter didn't dodge or flinch, taking the blade straight on, and blood splattered in an instant.

This blood, too, fell into the eyes of all the citizens through the magic screen.

Their eyes turned bloodshot.

An Su seemed exhausted, lying in the pool of blood, his eyes slowly closing.

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Under the guidance and provocation of the healing magicians, the remaining citizens flooded into the city hall avenue.

After slashing out with that blade, Angelo realized something was wrong; the feeling was off, An Su had taken the blow on purpose, and his injuries were not as severe as they appeared.

He was looking for an honorable exit!

To end this political charade!

And to stimulate the emotions of the public, for nothing stirs emotions like bloody, vivid red!

The furious citizens had already charged into the city hall avenue. Although they were all from the lowest order, mostly from the slums, their numbers were vast.

In contrast, the believers of the Painful Esoteric Sect, having fought successive battles with the chaotic City Administration Bureau and the believers of the Mother Goddess and under the harassment of Enya's assassinations, were already demoralized, a mere tenth of their number remaining.

And the believers of the Painful Esoteric Sect never imagined that they would have to fight against the citizens themselves.

The believers were instantly overwhelmed by the sea of people,

Angelo wanted to kill An Su, to at least die together with this bastard, but he saw Miss Enya had already taken advantage of the chaos, extracted An Su from the battlefield under the cover of invisibility magic.

Angelo could only watch helplessly as An Su left; dwarves' knives and forks stabbed into his chest, and orcs' claws sliced his flesh, leaving him with endless pain.

[Blood Shadow]

After leaving the City Hall, An Su released Miss Enya.

The shadow of the Painful Esoteric Sect cast his wounds onto the shadow, so that after Angelo died, the wounds on the shadow would transfer to Angelo's body.

An Su took off his bloodied robe and changed into a new noble coat, fastening a snow-white cravat.

[Remaining time: one hour]

Tonight, he was to attend his final soiree.

He was to accept the position of mayor at the very top of Chaos Tower.

An Su entered the City Hall building, walking calmly along the corridor, his complexion serene as the bloody moonlight brushed across his face.

At this very moment,

The councilors of the Mysticism of Chaos, adorned in lavish attire, sat on expensive human-skin sofas as the skulls of Volcanic Demons provided heat, dispersing the cold of this night, each elegantly holding a goblet, swirling the fresh blood of a child.

There were thirteen in total, this was the pinnacle of Farol's power.

Their Ranks were not particularly high,

The highest being only Third Order, but leading did not require a high Rank.

Noble blood was all that mattered.

"Minister Ansu, well done,"

The speaker was a dark elf with a large belly, from the top-tier dark families, known to those around him as Earl Yaro. He patted An Su's shoulder with affection,

"Young man, we hold you in high regard."

They weren't afraid that An Su would turn hostile on the spot,

After all, behind each official present, their families represented a power, tied to the empire in innumerable ways. If An Su wanted to secure his position as mayor, he couldn't do it without their support.

Even if he became mayor, he would ultimately become a puppet of the council.

"May I have the list?" An Su asked with a smile, "Please give me the list, so I can get to know the leaders."

Please give me the menu.

An Su was ready to start ordering.

All the council members showed a relieved expression; the youngster knew the rules of the game,

"From today, you are our mayor. We must cooperate very closely~oh,"

A noblewoman threw a flirtatious glance at An Su, her face heavy with flesh, the gesture resembling a declaration of war.

The blood-red moon stretched across the horizon,

Although tonight was the annual night of the red moon, the sky had never been so blood-red before.

An Su took the scepter symbolizing the citizenry from Earl Yaro's hand. From the moment he stepped onto the top floor, a mass slaughter covered the City Hall street, continuously supplying him with Magic Power.

Bone had already been summoned as well.

Facing the bloody red tint, with the menu in hand, An Su started ordering.

Although these council members were not of high Ranks, each was overwhelmingly dark, and the Mother Goddess loved such dishes the most.

"O Goddess of Desire and the Moon, Great Mother of Life, Eternal Maternity above the spiritual realm."

This time, he didn't need an altar.

The altar had already been arranged by the council members.

This place already pleased the Mother Goddess most.

Everything the council members enjoyed, everything the high officials used – the human-skin sofas, Volcanic Bone skulls, and the crimson fresh blood swirling in the goblets – all the grease they consumed from the populace, were altars they had willingly presented to themselves!

But there was something wrong with the arrangement of the altar, which had to be corrected with precise sacrifices.

"This is a hymn to the sincerely devout, a feast of spirit and soul, a delicacy of blood and flesh."

"Your faithful Believer, An Su Moningsta, offers a gift."

He walked amid the astonished gazes of all the council members,

"I sacrifice the dark elf on the altar, Earl Yaro, to you."

Earl Yaro, who had patted An Su's shoulder, wore a look of disbelief. How dare this lowly human! But he couldn't resist anymore, his entire body had turned into flesh and blood, as he fell to the ground.

The red moon spread over the corridor as An Su walked forward. With each step, he recited the name of a council member.

"I offer Lady Ska, the legislator on the altar, to you."

"I offer Sir Lorens, the vampiric noble on the altar, to you."

...

He took thirteen steps in total, stopping in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The vast red moon reflected on An Su's face, and behind him, the flesh and blood of thirteen council members were slowly vanishing.

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An Su had once issued an order,

For the hidden disciples of life to take advantage of the great civic unrest, and spend all night preparing altars on the main thoroughfares of the business and political elite; the City Administration Bureau, the street governments... all power institutions had altars ready, and only Bone could carry out such decentralized sacrifices.

This view was the apex of chaos.

"I offer this city to you."

An Su, looking out over the city of chaos, spoke calmly and elegantly,

"I invite you to dine with me."