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

This is not "harm", but the extraction of equivalent compensation.

It does not violate the contract.

An Su watched Mr. Deep Sea, who was entirely enveloped by Fallen Angels, his whole body having shriveled up, his skin densely packed with blood-filled blisters. He was still alive, but merely a breathing shell.

If a poor person in the Chaotic City owed money—the Zibeng Family often relished seeing the poor in debt, for they had numerous ways to collect those debts, devouring everything.

The first floor's giant troll, with superior cooking skills, took the humerus; the second floor's centipede, a Holy Hand of benevolent heart, attached the arms; the third floor's squid, a Sea person from overseas, was the most challenging, all the blood in the body was left to him.

With this all-in-one service procedure, the debts were more than adequately collected, and the person was completely drained. But the most wonderful part was that this procedure was completely legal and in accordance with Chaos Law, and was not deemed 'intentional harm', but a legitimate and effective reclamation of one's property.

Thanks to the continuous supply of these raw materials, the entire Chaotic City was increasingly thriving and flourishing.

The elders rode on a train of flesh and blood, speeding along tracks made of skeletons, and no elder cared about the sounds of bones crunching under the train, the thick smoke rolling like mist, covering the plains of Avad, blended with the ashes of people—this was the Era of Chaos, this so-praised free world.

It has always been like this, only this time, it was Mr. Deep Sea who was crushed.

[An Su Moningsta]

[Chef, Doctor, Tattoo Artist, three jobs completed, zero percent negative rate]

[Achievement of Wealthy Peasant achieved: you successfully passed the basic review of the Chaos Political Review Officer, completed one or more subjects, and convinced him that you are a descendant of the Zibeng Family]

[Achievement of Ten Generations of Evil achieved: you successfully completed all subjects, making everyone in the Chaotic City believe that you carry the True Chaotic Flag, deeply rooted in the black and evil forces]

[Hidden Achievement]

[Eradiating Poverty completed: you successfully eliminated all the impoverished population of the Chaotic City]

[You have perfectly completed the main quest one]

[You have obtained a second-level pass for Chaotic Church Nation, eligibility to compete as a Chaotic Councilor]

[Main Quest Two: Red Moon Fall]

[Current identity: orphan → second-class citizen, Chaotic Pre-selected Councilor]

[Please continue to ascend the stairs of fate]

Characters flashed before An Su's eyes, messages from the Star notifying him of task completion. To prevent the Era of Chaos—a star—from falling, he had to perfectly complete all the main quests, and An Su's next task was to find out why the Red Moon was falling during the Era of Chaos.

As for achieving Main Quest Two, staying in the Chaotic Outer City was no longer meaningful.

To accomplish more, one must climb higher.

An Su raised his eyes, looking towards Holy City at the end of the plains, the silver-white moonlight spilling frost-like on the mighty walls of the city, setting it as sacred as Heaven.

But An Su could sense the foul blood scent and displeasant malice seeping from every crevice of the city's bricks; it merely stood far away, casting its vast shadow downward, comprehensively enveloping the epoch like wings.

Every dynasty perished due to decay, and only Avad died at its peak of grandeur.

A little Chaotic City, already teeming with experts; remember, the Chaotic City is just a part of the Chaotic Outer City.

If the Outer City is already divine, as for Avad in the Inner City—it must be where Divine Men convene, a geomantic treasure ground twinkling with divine stars.

There must be countless impoverished people deeply oppressed, continuing to need help.

Thinking of this, An Su's smile grew gentler; the great work of eradicating poverty was yet complete. As Mr. An Su, a future councilor, he needed to continue his struggle.

He withdrew his gaze from Holy City, turning to look at his gains for the night: after legally inheriting the economic legacy of the Deep Sea family, An Su's bank balance had reached a staggering eight hundred thousand Gold Coins, an affluent life oppressive enough to suffocate.

With such assets, candidate Councilor An Su now had ample confidence.

Besides this gain, there was another unexpected one.

The Fallen Angels had completely consumed Mr. Deep Sea's flesh and blood, a testament to nobility indeed, for the blood of nobles was indeed more superior than that of pariahs. After consuming the blood of the Demon Clan, the Fallen Angels underwent an intense transformation.

Initially, they were ordinary mosquitoes summoned by An Su, barely becoming Transcendent beings after being irradiated by Radiant Light, marking their first evolution; then under the cultivation of a Life Sorcerer in Chaotic City, a mishmash of other creatures' features were stitched together, marking the second round of evolution.

Now, having consumed the ineffable, pinnacle-version blood of a Sea people, they underwent the third and most significant evolution of their biological career.

Due to their species traits, mere eye contact with the visage of an Ancient God from the Deep Sea Demon Clan would cause a soul's distortion, let alone having drunk its blood!

The Fallen Angels trembled violently, their forms swelling intensely, thin flesh tentacles growing all over their bodies, the previously forcefully stitched 'foreign objects' were now perfectly integrated, covered by the flesh. They developed patterns of infant cheeks on their bellies, a mere glance at them would cause any mortal's soul to tremble.