The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 743 - 381: Pulling Each Other’s Hair! (5600)_2

All the gamblers who had bet a fortune at the table were now full of regret; they uncorked the champagne too early.

Who would have thought... that such a turnaround was possible.

"Moningsta! Moningsta!"

"Milton! Milton!"

The entire world was echoing with the frenzied cheers of the citizens, chanting An Su's name. At this moment, An Su's prestige had reached an all-time high and, in the hearts of all citizens, this young man was destined to be a Councilor.

Princess Cersei had voluntarily given up the votes, propelling An Su's fame among the citizens to the highest level. Seven Gods' Chosen, Child of the Curse, countless crowns and glories were bestowed upon An Su.

Every Chaotic Citizen knew that this youth with the deep blue eyes was the chosen one of the Era of Chaos!

[An Su Moningsta]

[First in Line of Succession]

[Final Task: Fate's Staircase]

[Completion Degree: 90%!]

Despite being first in line, An Su had not a shred of joy.

He was the only one who remained calm in the entire venue, for he understood that every gift bestowed by fate had its price marked in the shadows; he also knew that Cersei Milton, the Dianpo, in offering this so-called gift, was not motivated by goodwill.

He had long sensed something was amiss.

For he could feel the madness in Princess Cersei's golden gaze that seemed capable of devouring the entire world.

Princess Cersei gave up the right to run for office, but her expression showed not a hint of regret. On the contrary, the unusual smile on her lips became even more enchanting. Her golden pupils burned like a field of golden kite flowers, as if the seat of Councilor that millions of Chaotic Citizens dreamt of was nothing but worthless trash.

Indeed, for Princess Cersei, it was.

From the beginning, Princess Cersei had no intention of becoming a Councilor in the Chaotic Church Nation.

The Chaotic Church Nation was a state of filth and evil, a world of disaster and curse, the greatest pollutant of the era. Princess Cersei loathed everything about this nation, so she would never become a Councilor of this Church Nation, as it would stain her pursuit of [Absolute Justice] with an indelible blemish.

The kingdom Princess Cersei sought to rule was by no means chaotic; she was the empress of the golden kite.

Her actions, her expectations, her purposes, her tasks, were all in complete contrast to becoming a Councilor.

Complete contrast.

What Princess Cersei sought to do was to kill the Chaotic Councilor.

To kill Chaos before everyone.

What she pursued was not the madness of chaos, but the Radiance of Order, even if that order was cold and desolate, even if the land illuminated by that radiance was empty, even if as Miss Luojia said, everything was merely Cersei Milton's self-entertainment, even if her kingdom was devoid of all but herself, she would rejoice and be utterly captivated.

[Cersei Milton]

[Final Task: Fate's Staircase]

[Achievement Condition: To cast sufficient influence on the progression of this world]

"Miss Luojia."

Princess Cersei spoke with a smile, "In this Witch Garden of our tea party, the amended law has been enacted, 'prohibiting pre-selected Councilors from killing each other'—on this stage, murder is not allowed."

"And once the Witch Tea Party begins, apart from the already invited guests and ourselves, no one else has the authority to enter."

"No one will bother us."

According to the rules, the Witch Tea Party is for the various candidates to conduct live debates. To prevent these Chaotic candidates from being provoked into action, both the Chaos Hall and the Witch Garden have enacted the amended law 'prohibiting pre-selected Councilors from killing each other'.

Even if the Chaotic Church Nation is ever so chaotic, it still has an ultimate red line—that is, the things protected by the Second Amended Act, 'the Holy and Inviable Rights of the Chaotic Councilors'. Once chaos crosses that baseline, all chaotic structures will collapse.

Hence, even though Don Quixote and the Azure Sorceress were provoked, they did not lay hands on An Su himself.

Therefore, attacks against Quasi-Councilors generally occur on their way to the Garden.

"But now, Mr. An Su."

"And... dear Miss Luojia."

Her golden eyes carrying calm madness, Cersei smiled as she spoke, opening her arms wide as the Golden Kite Flower Sea spread out in all directions, obscuring all audio from the garden; no one could hear their words.

And within the garden's aristocracy, all had been engulfed by the Golden Kite Flower Sea. Blood spattered along with severed heads, the scarlet hue making the Princess's profile even more stunningly beautiful.

"I have given up my seat as a candidate Councilor. I am now an ordinary person."

"No one can bother us now."

Tilting her head, the Princess smiled radiantly, — "Let's kill each other."

Dianpo.

An Su should have known, his face darkening; Cersei was a thorough Dianpo.

"You're in a rush." Miss Luojia smiled at Cersei, mimicking the secret book An Su had taught her, "You're in a rush."

"Why do this, or rather, why now?"

Even if An Su was not surprised that Cersei was a Dianpo, what puzzled him was not that Cersei wanted to kill him, but why she had pushed for him to become the 'Chaotic Councilor'.

"Our destiny... our Fate's Staircase," Princess Cersei spoke in a low voice, smiling while transmitting her voice, "is meant to bring about a great enough overturning influence on this world."

"Mr. An Su, you have not understood the true meaning granted to us by this world."