The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 721 - 372: The Most Terrifying Enemy

[Ansu Milton]

[National Approval Rating: 25%]

The tea party had begun.

Ansu led his election campaign team out of the alley, heading straight for the Parliament Building, accompanied by the eager cheers of the surrounding people. Ten minutes later, they pushed open the massive gates of the courtyard under the watchful eyes of the crowd—the first tier of Fate's Staircase had come into Ansu's view.

Countless eyes of chaos masters met his gaze.

Ansu narrowed his eyes slightly, his immediate priority being to size up his rivals.

Those invited to this tea party were all from the most prestigious noble families of the Chaotic Holy City, and their support would indirectly influence the outcome of the subsequent election. If they invested successfully, they would see unparalleled returns, while failure could spell doom.

Of course, these nobles could only sit on the first layer of the courtyard, as first-class citizens, which is to say, on the first tier of fate.

The entire courtyard had three steps; guests of the Second Tier were the prospective Quasi-Councilor candidates and their families, while the highest level, the Third Tier, was graced by the presence of the seven Demigod Councilors.

Like Ansu, he ranked as Awei's Second Tier.

This was the game of power... Ansu could feel his blood boiling.

On the first tier of the courtyard, relationships were complicated and factions were countless. Representatives of every family, 'Witches' included, watched all the guests with wary eyes and discussed in whispers. Faction aides even listed the data of the seven Councilor candidates, offering reference for the noble ladies.

Their discussions were also profoundly insightful.

Potentially determining the future of the Holy City in a significant way.

"Did you hear about the newest Quasi-Councilor, yes, the least powerful one, twenty-one thousand six hundred times in one night."

"Yes, yes, twenty-one thousand six hundred liters in one night."

"My goodness, is he a fountainhead or what... Such a good-looking kid too..."

"You're wrong, I heard it's twenty-one thousand six hundred people."

"Such a child is truly terrifying!"

In just a few minutes, who spread this rumor about Huang Yao!

Ansu turned angrily to look at Arthur and Lister, firstly ruling out these two, as no man would help another's reputation; next, his gaze passed over Miss Bones and Luojia, Miss Bones having recently been knocked on the head, daring not to err, and Miss Luojia with sufficiently high moral standards not to spread rumors; finally, it was Luo Xiaohei, but unlikely, since she was always under his supervision.

"Meow meow meow."

Afraid of being spun again like a windmill, Luo Xiaohei hurriedly meowed a few times, lying on the ground with her belly exposed and her tail waving, to show she was now a well-behaved cat.

But in the shadows, she revealed a barely-discoverable smirk. Stupid Ansu, the Chaotic Saintess has her own trump cards, and this time you've given me a chance to strike back.

Such delightful fun, as the Chaotic Saintess, Luo Xiaohei would certainly not miss out.

Although it truly wasn't Luo Xiaohei's doing, she had already become the top cat of the Chaotic Holy City before Ansu's arrival, commanding tens of thousands of stray cats and having masterminded the great deeds that blocked off the entire city. Her underlings had formed several cat squads covering the whole Holy City, working flawlessly, specifically to create chaos and rumors. With such a flawless design, Ansu could never see through it, lacking any evidence.

Just as Luo Xiaohei was thinking this, Ansu's hand had already pinched the tip of her tail. Suddenly, her world spun around, darkened, as if she were trapped in a washing machine—although Ansu didn't know who the culprit was, it didn't matter; when he was angry, he could vent by spinning his beloved cat.

His cat-spinning skills were quite superb, and for a moment, it attracted the interest of everyone in the courtyard, and many eyes turned towards Ansu, praising, "How elegant."

The young generation hasn't fallen behind in traditional crafts.

Some noble witches recognized Ansu's identity, their faces blushing and eyes misted, covering their mouths and saying, "That's... Ansu!"

"The one with twenty-one thousand six hundred in one night?"

An increasing number of noble ladies gasped in surprise, and it was clear that Ansu had made a huge name for himself in the Witch Garden. Not only were the noble ladies flushed with excitement, but many young noblemen also cast admiring glances. Even the candidates and quasi-saints on the Second Tier ceased their discussions, casting complicated looks at Ansu from the second floor.

Those looks were either fiery, wary, envious, or mostly, stemming from the instinctual awe. In the world of faith, divine worship is the highest form of admiration!

Thus, everyone internally exclaimed and marveled, full of respect, "Is this the legendary figure...!"

On Ansu, there were countless legendary tales, countless renowned names, Seven Gods' Chosen, Richest in the Outer City, Master of Fallen Angels, Child of the Curse, and...

The protagonist from the just urgently issued "Awad Daily." freewebnøvel.com

Just like the idle "Farol Daily," Awad had its own ranking list, [Awad Followers Ranking List], and just now, Ansu Milton's record of rating twenty-one thousand six hundred Monster Girls in one night topped the list, earning the title of "most receptive man."

Where did these inferior newspapers come from, even having a ranking for being receptive!

Ansu took the newspaper that Arthur handed over, face covered in black lines, now understanding what 'daily' meant in the Awad Daily!