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

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At first, no one paid attention to the chaos—a mere recovery magician, a brawl, a sacrifice, a street's destruction—until the chaos became intimately connected with everyone.

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Farol.

Also known as the 'City of Free Glory.'

Farol, bathed in moonlight like water, possesses a steel-like beauty and prosperity.

The streets are disordered, with glaring magic neon lights swaying, slums without trees, replaced by barbarically growing rebars, and the brilliant architecture that covers it all—the Municipal Building.

Since the Fierce Hell War, it has endured for five hundred years.

The dilapidated Farol, truly a city of freedom, but slowly it began to change.

Farol might nominatively belong to the Kingdom of Chaos, but the municipal government operates independently.

The bureaucrats have monopolized the upper echelons of Farol; beneath the shadow of the bustling Municipal Building are countless barbaric slum streets. Under the guise of freedom, the social classes and citizens are shackled.

The ossified city, where so-called freedom is but a sham hope conjured up, seemingly within reach, spurring recklessness.

Outsiders pour into the Municipal Building like mad, as though this could change their fate, as if this could hoist them to the pinnacle of the City of Glory.

But the vast majority of dream chasers end up with so-called 'Third Order' public service jobs, living a mediocre life; even in death, they are manipulated by bureaucrats and become fuel for Farol's savage growth.

They lack talent and connections, not born of noble vampires like those from the Imperial capital, not favored by the Mother Goddess like fair legislators, and even the 'Encyclopedia for Tools Application' won't protect them—so they can never break free from their destiny.

They become blood bags for vampires or accomplishments for legislators, or they are driven out by the tools.

The lifelessness of so-called freedom and the chaos disguised as order—such is the current state of Farol.

The stratified classes can no longer be changed.

"Let's burn this city to ashes."

Until that young man appeared.

He was definitely not a local of Farol; the people here did not have his kind of warmth and heart-touching quality, instead they were all listless and dull.

Some speculated he was from the Imperial capital, some said he was a Saint Heir nurtured by the Sanctuary of Chaos, others claimed he was a chosen one sent by the Mother Goddess of Chaos—but whatever the possibility, it no longer mattered.

He brought a new hope, not a false and distant illusion, but a tangible future; even they, as mere Third Order citizens, could see it within their reach!

Chaos, chaos, only chaos!

Let's burn this city to ashes!

If everything is already fixed, let it all turn to ashes and then be reborn from the ashes!

Chaos is the ladder to ascension!

Excitement.

The only thought in everyone's mind was excitement, driven mad by it.

They enthusiastically made calls, eagerly inquired about each other's families, dutifully left the names of other dissatisfied reviewers, as recovery magicians had never loved their work more.

Regret.

The only thought in Luojia's mind was regret.

Luojia watched An Su's smile of pleasure and fulfillment at serving the citizens, then scanned the chaotic recovery hall where demons danced wildly and lyres ascended—she quite regretted playing along with An Su's antics.

The Little Holy Maiden had never felt such annoyance before.

This was outright fraud.

She wanted to be a bit bad, but not to this extent!

Boom—

At that moment, an explosion suddenly came from outside, flames shot up into the sky, rolling up thick smoke;

The clash occurred on Nightmare Street, where lizardmen and dragonkin were locked in battle, spewing flames at each other. The spreading fire streaked along the block, engulfing several buildings. The two races had long-standing grievances; the recovery magician's taunts were merely the spark.

The switch pressed by An Su had triggered an avalanche of chain reactions.

In the entire Recovery Department, there were more than a hundred recovery magicians, addressing all the negative reviews of Farol's streets.

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Luojia looked out the window, and the fire was growing larger and larger.

The Chaos Followers were even more elated, the more chaotic it became, the happier they were. Having just witnessed the great battle on Fierce Hell Avenue, they didn't expect to encounter new chaos so soon, and they hurriedly rushed to watch.

Reporters also gleefully rushed to report the news, vying for the headline.

The underlying contradictions of Farol had long reached a critical point, the tensions between races, between classes.

Like a pile of firewood just waiting to ignite.

It had always been diverted by the municipal government, which found various ways to release the dissatisfaction of the citizens.

An Su simply lit a match to that pile of firewood.

Soon, the second riot broke out.

In the slums further away from Nightmare Street, flames once again surged into the sky.

"Is it New Year's Day today?" many Chaos Followers thought to themselves.

As long as there was new entertainment, that was all that mattered.

They couldn't wait for things to get even more chaotic!

The third, fourth, fifth riots occurred in succession, thick smoke swirling above the city like millions of black crows, with gunpowder and ashes as their feathers. The fire was spreading further, and chaos escalating further.

[Nightmare Street negative reviews reduction 10%, 20%...]

Screams and cheers were incessant, and blood and death had ignited every chaotic citizen's emotions.

It triggered a series of avalanches.

Even many thugs in the blocks, without waiting for the Magicians' instigation, spontaneously joined the chaotic carnival.

[Death Park negative reviews reduction 30%]

[Pleasure Square negative reviews reduction 40%...]

'Other streets are so lively, if our block is this quiet, wouldn't that be losing face!' they thought.

'Get ready for action!' they shouted.

Gang members clashed in street fights,

Dark elves roamed the streets, taking advantage of the fire to shoplift from one shop after another,

And biotics, amidst the chaos, launched stealthy attacks like dragons, silently targeting the dark elves' rear, seeking to expand their groups, as biotic viruses spread wildly among the populace.

Some biotics accidentally attacked Volcanic Demons and turned into delicious roast chicken.

All races held a vision of a wonderful future.

When chaos expanded to a certain threshold, even without the Magicians' provocation, citizens spontaneously joined the chaotic revelry.

"Chaos!"

"Chaos!"

"Chaos!"

They yelled with frenzy.

"Turn everything to ashes!"

Luojia saw wyverns dragging plumes of smoke, crashing directly into another Municipal Building, triggering a series of explosions;

He also saw gatherings of goblins outside the government offices, pounding the government doors time after time; the Imperial Embassy had already been surrounded by demons, hurling fire bombs one after another.

Steel-cast edifices collapsed with a thunderous noise, successive explosions of fire from afar looked like a sequence of fireworks celebrating the arrival of the New Year, with everyone jubilant.

Nightmare Street, Death Park, Pleasure Square... more and more streets turned to rubble!

And the more people died, the faster An Su's promotion came, according to the rules of the border world.

It was then that An Su heard the voice of the Celestial Messenger,

[An Su Moningsta]

[...Your damn promotion notification has arrived.]