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

[An Su Moningsta, you damn kidnapped the Radiant Church's daughter]

——Who's kidnapping who here?

An Su felt something ominous and took a half step back. Before him, the vast and holy Bright Vortex, distorted by the Reversed Pope, was rapidly tainted with a blasphemous hue. Darkness overflowed like flowing water, staining Heaven's Light Staircase into the color of ink. The chaotic and bizarre black vortex seemed as if it would devour everything in the world, filled with aggressiveness yet possessing an eerie beauty not of this realm.

"Meow, meow, meow." Even Luo Xiaobai showed a look of fear, her tame cat mode totally devoid of any deterrent, rapidly scampering behind An Su.

Oh man.

An Su knew that as the Saintess of the Radiant Holy See, Luojia was the most favored by Radiance, her constitution being the sacred extreme of the "Pure White Body." Now, turned on its head by the Reversed Pope, she was stepping from one extreme to the other, and no one knew what that might entail.

Speaking of which, she's the "daughter of Radiance"...

Completely turned around, wouldn't that make her the "dark wild dad"?

An Su gazed at the almost tangible darkness, as rolling black fog crept toward him, touching the young man's cheeks. The radiance surrounding him was completely devoured. Numerous sinister and bizarre crimson petals slowly bloomed as An Su felt like a lamb waiting for slaughter. He frowned slightly and ventured a query,

"Dear Miss Luojia…"

An Su's expression was somewhat complex, even showing a hint of regret. He dared not continue further,

"You wouldn't have been turned into quite the opposite, would you?"

The dark pervasion paused, and there was a long, prolonged silence.

Seems to make sense, meow.

Luo Xiaobai raised her eyes to An Su, excitedly clapping her hands. Right, how could she expect any less from An Su, whose Chinese studies were remarkable: the reverse of the Pure White Body is indeed the opposite!

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense, imagining a dark elf about 6'2" tall and weighing 331 pounds, with explosive dual pigtails, schizophrenic, swinging a large cleaver towards her head — just thinking about this nightmarish image made Luo Xiaobai swallow her saliva.

Merlin's ashen gaze once again became vibrant.

"Mr. An Su, you are being quite impolite." A delicate female voice arose from the center of the black fog.

"I am quite polite," An Su stubbornly retorted.

"But you referred to me as a farming tool," Luojia pointed out.

An Su raised an eyebrow; such were the words Miss Luojia reversed dared to voice—he was now the good kid, An Su, shaking his head righteously, "I apologize. I have said before that you are not a tool."

"No, you misunderstand my point."

"I am not a farming tool."

Her voice suddenly appeared right next to An Su's ear, a waft of warm-toned mist escaping her thin lips, lingering on An Su's earlobe, ticklish and warm. The young man instinctively stepped back, but her voice followed, closing the distance. She whispered softly, biting An Su's earlobe,

"But you can use me as if I were a 'tool.'"

Merlin's eyes, which had regained vibrancy, dulled once again.

The veil of Radiance covered Miss Luojia's cheeks, and An Su couldn't see her face, but he could imagine what she looked like. She was right beside him, standing on her snow-white tiptoes, with dark blackness twining around her slender wrists. The girl gently brushed against An Su's cheek; her frost-like eyelashes trembling slightly. She arched her smooth, snow-white neck, whispering close to the young man's ear,

"Please feel free to use me, my Mr. An Su."

The Little Saintess—or perhaps better termed, the Little Witch—giggled like silver bells.

The reversed Luojia indeed underwent some changes in personality.

The Little Saintess Luojia had always been a serious, good child, easily shy, meticulous in everything she did, as though each delicate branch was a perfect, flawless snowflake. Crimson afterglows hung on her snow-white cheeks, like the sky after snowfall clears, whereas the Little Witch Luojia's personality was that of a mischievous, bad child, prone to pranks. Meanwhile, her aggression intensified; she wasn't a snowflake, she was a rainstorm, an all-encompassing summer rain rushing towards you from every direction, and she wouldn't clear the sky—but rather drench it.

But fundamentally, the core of both the Little Saintess and the Little Witch was the same, one was water frozen, the other flowing water, nothing more.

An Su stepped back, the witch advanced a step, the white-clad young man retreated to the edge of Heaven's Staircase, the latter gently grasping the young man's tie, moving forward another step as if they would both fall from the sky together.

Oh man.

At this moment, An Su thought he had become invincible in this world, yet it seemed there was still a master born to counteract his state.

"Could you not subvert our boys' dreams?" An Su heaved a sigh, thankfully having sufficient experience to handle this, "You only dare to rant anonymously."

"But I'm not lying, Mr. An Su."

"How can you prove that?"

"Look into my eyes and you'll know."

"I can't see now."

"Then remove the white veil from my cheeks."

"Remove it yourself."

"I would like you to help me remove it." The Little Witch tilted her head, playfully sticking out her tongue but speaking earnestly, "Only you can."

"...You lazy dog."

An Su sighed deeply, "Idiot, I can't see where the veil is, how could I possibly remove it?"