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

That massive fortune could fill an entire street and was sufficient to buy the whole Chaotic City.

No wonder Mr. Deep Sea was confident, with the aid of this fortune, even the seat of a councilor seemed within reach of purchase.

But now, decades of painstaking effort had become a bridal gown for An Su, serving as his campaign funds to run for councilor.

"Fine, you've got guts... you've won this round!"

This time, Mr. Deep Sea could only admit defeat.

He was now utterly bankrupt, without a single penny in his purse, the shops closed for good. An Su was supposed to be a temp working in his home, but in just four short hours, Mr. Deep Sea came to understand that An Su hadn't come to work but to rob.

Mr. Deep Sea withdrew his resentful gaze, turning instead to fixate on An Su with a stare full of jealousy and hatred. For the Deep Sea Demon Clan, stealing money was as excruciating as the murder of a loved one, so Mr. Deep Sea, having just lost his mother, would never forget this hatred. The corners of his mouth split open, revealing a ferocious malevolence,

"But it's only this time."

"The Saintess promised by the Demon Clan has descended, the Deep Sea Demon Clan is just a branch of the Supreme Demons," Mr. Deep Sea said venomously. "Wait until I return... After my resurgence, I will make you understand how dreadful it is to offend the Demon Clan."

He gave An Su one final look, twitching his immense tentacles, and turned to leave. The darkness of the night overlaid his retreating form, filled with anger and indignation. He would leave this chaotic city, but this wasn't the end; he was bound to make a comeback.

As long as a glimmer of hope remained.

At this moment, a gentle voice from the youth came from behind.

"Wait a second," An Su said with a smile, "You can't leave yet."

"What? You want to kill me? The contract isn't over yet."

Mr. Deep Sea turned around, hundreds of small eyeballs staring at An Su. "According to the contract, you can't lay a hand on me. The contract restricts me, and naturally, it restricts you too."

Eradicating someone completely was not possible.

"No, you misunderstand. We are law-abiding citizens, how could we do something that breaks the contract? I called out to you to fulfill our agreement."

"I just want to remind you of something."

In a sea of gold, he lifted his head, showing Mr. Deep Sea his most perfect smile, he said slowly.

"You still owe wages to your employee."

That final statement was the coup de grâce of the night.

"Clause Three." An Su's smile was as clean as the law itself, "Each Fallen Angel is rented to Party A for the price of one copper coin."

"And it seems the breeding capabilities of my employees are even more formidable than you anticipated."

"They are still increasing even now."

One copper coin each, a trivial amount for the once Mr. Deep Sea, so he hadn't cared.

But now, it was different; he was bankrupt.

Mr. Deep Sea trembled.

Behind the youth, countless shadows surged forward, one Fallen Angel after another dancing in the air, like ink from the stars spilt by God onto a celestial canvas. They carried filth, they stirred Disaster, yet before them, all things were equal,

In prophecy, these Fallen Angels were Beelzebub of the Seventy-three Pillar Demon God, once under the Angel Leader Gabriel, but now fallen and under the rule of Satan, Lucifer, led by Chenxing.

"If you can't pay the money, what do you think..."

"How should this debt be repaid?"

"The blood of the Deep Sea Demon Clan, the blood of the Squid People, the noble, the supreme blood of the Sea Lords..."

An Su stood in the deepest Radiance, behind him a sky filled with the Disaster and Darkness, these contradictory and chaotic qualities coexisting within one person. But the youth belonged neither to Radiance nor to Darkness; he was at the boundary of both, in the fleeting moments after dusk falls and before dawn rises.

"It should be quite valuable, right?"

He tilted his head.

—"It's not about harming you, it's about demanding 'equivalent' wages. It doesn't violate the contract."

"On the contrary, our actions now are protected by the contract."

"We're simply collecting a debt."

The youth raised his hand, and the endless Disaster and Darkness behind him surged towards Mr. Deep Sea, enveloping him entirely; Mr. Deep Sea fell to his knees, with countless Fallen Angels gnawing at his shell, dismembering his limbs.

All twisted tentacles, all ferocious eyeballs, fell into the most chaotic and mad vortex of this world, flesh stripped from his body.

He couldn't even resist, as the brand of the contract was upon his soul, restricting all his actions. He howled in pain, struggled in agony, loathed, and begged for mercy, but all was in vain.

In the Chaotic City, the poor had no right to resist being bled dry, their flesh was the fare of restaurants, their arms the resources of hospitals, their ashes the lines of tattoos, they themselves the wealth of the rich. This was the creed Mr. Deep Sea had always believed in, the only truth of the world.

Only now, he had become the poor person.

[Task Three Completed, Hidden Achievement Unlocked]

"Mr. Deep Sea, I once vowed to eradicate all the impoverished people of Chaotic City."

"And now,"

An Su watched Mr. Deep Sea completely swathed in Disaster and Darkness, the youth with azure-blue eyes and pure white complexion finally revealing his most satisfied smile,

"The poorest person in Chaotic City—"

"Is you."

Mr. Deep Sea closed his eyes; his tentacles withered like dry tree trunks, pride drooping to the ground. His pupils shrivelled like dead fruit, life's essence leaking from its branches.

It lay prostrate, skeletal in form, like every contemptible human serf, the lowly likeness of those drained by him.

For a blood debt can only be repaid with blood.