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

[Lister Muen, Exam Number 18, the first room, Night at the Vampire Castle, has been completed]

[Examination Time: fifteen minutes]

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The voice of the artificial star resounded across the square, several Magic Screens flickering simultaneously; the world's subsequent impacts had already been calculated by the Star System, now unfolding before everyone... This time, as always, took quite long, enduring the torments at three border locations, the Star System nearly crashed.

After a while, the text slowly emerged.

[Mist Era]

[Since that night, the vampires had searched the entire Nether but failed to find the Long Blade of Redemption that could suppress their heartaches. The traditional Redemption Holy Sword developed by Master Lister Muen had completely conquered the vampires' tastes.]

[Later generations of vampires recreated this technique from Master Lister's notes. Improving on the traditional Holy Smoke base, a proper amount of Holy Water was vaporized into mist, then encased in something called 'Holy Infant's Peace' cartridges. The new Long Blade of Redemption had swept through the Kingdom of Chaos, with Holy Infant's Peace reaching its fifth generation.]

[Despite this, the traditional Holy Smoke faction's power was not to be underestimated. Blood Clan followers who reverenced the great sage Master Lister still existed, lying dormant in the shadows, waiting for the day their leader would return. The Chaotic Imperial Capital, shrouded in Holy Water smoke daily, had even earned the poetic moniker 'Mist Capital.']

[In any case, the vast majority of vampires were indulged in Holy Smoke, and even the ordinary vampires not yet addicted were forced to inhale secondhand Holy Water smoke all year round. Constant lung irritation had led to a steady decline in the Blood Clan's average lifespan, ultimately sowing the seeds for the decline of this race.]

[Nevertheless, whether the vampires were willing or not, they made a significant contribution to solving the kingdom's military funding and aging population issues, and were thus awarded a certificate of commendation as a distinguished chaotic race nationwide.]

[After the end of the Third Era, vampires were officially renamed as smoke-suckers.]

[World Impact Evaluation: S]

The morning sun had already set, the sky slightly darkened, the brisk early autumn wind blowing across the square,

Witnessing the Blood Servants dying serenely amidst the clouds of smoke, happily dissolving into puddles of blood after completely draining themselves, the people on the square also showed relieved smiles.

What a redemption Long Blade this was.

These inventions were the most profoundly evil alchemical creations!

How cynical a mind had to be to come up with such things!

There had been doubts before, but now they were a hundred percent certain, the Alchemical Church was a malevolent cult organization, and they must never let their children apply to it in the future.

Lamenting the long journey from all corners of the Nether to Farol, just to witness the splendor of the Imperial Capital, only to have all illusions shattered upon arrival,

These monsters were worse than the ones back home!

The Alchemical Priests in charge all wore worried expressions. They had assumed that the hard-won right to host the national competition, after spending a tremendous amount of money, would demonstrate the Alchemical Church's formidable strength and inclusivity to outsiders, greatly enhancing its international influence.

But contrary to their hopes, they let three monsters from the border ruin everything.

Those three brothers, one a blond lion monster, exposing his lower body in public, tainting their reputation; another a long-nosed elephant monster, blatantly puffing smoke and spreading Great Ice under everyone's eyes.

What was most infuriating was that An Su was this monster; they heard he had a familial tie with Bishop Merlin of the Radiant Holy See, Deputy Chairman of the Magic Association, possibly a nephew or a cousin. With this connection, the examiners were even more hesitant to provoke An Su.

If the Priests knew that those two monsters were also cross-dressers, their expressions would surely be even more colorful.

From the start of the event, not a single part had gone smoothly.

Despite having requested a massive budget from headquarters, one that could rank high in the history of the Seven Great Churches' exams, it went through many hands, especially since Bishop Morgan took a large cut and had to split it further with Bishop Merlin. After the Bishops took their share, there wasn't much left for the Priests, who then had to pass it down to the District Bishops, and only then did it reach the person in charge.

"This is the very relaxation of our Alchemical Church!" Bishop Morgan said, shamelessly proud of it.

The funding was already insufficient, and then came these three demons.

The Alchemical Priests sighed, but they had to admit that, as distasteful as these three monsters were, their results were abnormally good.

The historical Long Blade of Redemption, though more powerful, was too expensive and required a large human cost to produce en masse. Its legacy was mostly symbolic, akin to 'forging a sword to kill vampires,' awakening the rebellious spirit of Alchemists.

But what An Su and the others created was different. It was a true anomaly...

Turning from liquid to solid, from liquid to gas... Their unconventional ideas had an unconventional impact, completely altering the vampire race.

Solid, liquid, gas were the three deviant forms of Holy Water; An Su, Arthur, Lister, were the three deviant directions of the saints,

The thought that the Church's next generation would be poisoned by these anomalies made the Alchemical Priests' faces fill with worry.

In any case, the only solace they took was that these monstrosities had passed through the Alchemy room and would now go on to torment examiners from the other Churches....