The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 522 - 295: The Great Battle of the Demon Man in the

#Shock, Sun's Son Conceived, Grand Duke of the Sun Officiated Himself!#

Staring at the bold headline on the front page of the newspaper, An Su fell into a long, long silence.

The cold moonlight frosted the streets, covering them like frost. Although it was only early autumn, An Su felt a chill akin to the depths of winter.

Although he recognized every word on the newspaper, when they were strung together, they turned into an indescribable jumble of Ancient God vocabulary that he simply could not understand. Sotis, he really envied Annand, the Demigod who couldn't read; illiteracy could avoid such tic pollution.

You bet.

An Su never expected there to be creatures in this world capable of breaking his defenses twice in one day.

These journalism students are truly invincible, capable of causing such significant ntal pollution to An Su with just one line of text, even triggering a strong toxin reading interest. He was curious to keep reading to see what kind of idea was concocted, and how on earth Arthur beca impregnated!

An Su followed the headline down to the main text, which read:

'Behold, this naked man nad Arthur Sunny, who is wrestling closely with a group of large naked n.'

'At his most dangerous mont, the mightiest father, the Grand Duke of the Sun, boldly presided over the inheritance ceremony. Arthur Sunny took on the essence of the Dari People. At this mont, he had learned his father's Great Sun Dominance Thought, and he had co to understand the true essence of the Sun.'

'Successfully impregnated, successfully putting on the "Ri Zi", Arthur Sunny's solar energy explosively increased! Day after day after day! At this mont, his star energy is fifty tis more powerful than at any other ti, overwhelmingly dominant and bizarrely twisted. Such a hateful Sun Demon God, what in the world can withstand him? His mother's, what in the world can now withstand him! Arthur his mother's has now penetrated the world! He is truly invincible.'

'At the sa ti, the evil imp of the Chenxing family, the world's most malevolent man, An Su Moningsta, stole the "Dari People" of the Sun Fla, took it as the Dayborn people, and Annand comnted on its aning.'

'Next ti! Enemy from heaven! Born by a mother!'

His mother's, it's still a serial.

How did I get dragged into this too.

An Su's lips twitched violently. Apart from the clickbait title, it must be said, this news article was written quite powerfully. Apart from being a bit stinky, it was even sowhat impressive.

The main text was accompanied by several photos, with clear pictures of Arthur wrestling with a bear-man, being slung by a bald giant, and tortured by tentacled demon n, apparently shot up close at the scene.

Below the main text was a small section of advertisent, and as An Su looked over to that ad copy, his gaze beca even more life-questioning.

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Who is this master again? From where has this master erged!

An Su really felt that in the future when recruiting for the Mysticism of Chaos, they should head to Farol's editorial departnt to distribute the leaflets, as it's full of chaotic talents. As for Bishop of Chaos, just picking a news editor would suffice.

However, An Su always felt like sothing was missing in this news article, making it feel sowhat off, as if eating a al and forgetting to bring a napkin, lacking a unique sense of ritual and elegance.

He read the article again thoroughly and finally realized where this sense of discord ca from.

Throughout the article, both Arthur, as Male Lead, and the Grand Duke of the Sun, as the second male lead, used their real nas, lacking Nether's traditional framing and scapegoating tricks, ultimately lacking in fun and excitent.

Who wrote this piece of crudeness and carelessness, even arranging a plot against the Sun War God, the least ssable border figure?

He was practically asking for trouble... An Su flipped to the end of the newspaper, ready to na and criticize, but when he saw clearly the column of the contributor, his pupils constricted, and he sighed softly.

It read—

Contributor: [Kavensis Black].

"Hmm... Hmm?"

An Su's body instinctively leaned back, instantly filled with respect.

That felt better.

He hadn't expected that Kavensis, even while stuck in the Underworld playing the resurrection ga, hadn't forgotten to make money. Everything naturally made sense, no wonder the article was so otherworldly; it was conceived in the Underworld.

Kavensis had indeed risen to beco a cultural symbol, like a conceptually indescribable Evil God that abstractly exists outside the world, omnipresent, indivisible, his na even appearing in the editor's column if not in the main text.

This ti again, who relied on Kavensis' indifference to write such a filthy Underworld article.

An Su's brain raced, knowing that there were four people at the scene today, himself, Arthur, and Annand had all been written about, so the remaining master could only be...

"Brother Su, it's about ti, let's go," said a voice.

An Su slowly turned his head back, his initially confused gaze gradually clearing and becoming more sharp.

So it was you, kid, the original author of "Demon Man War" was you!

The voice of Lister Muen rose from behind An Su, as this scoundrel changed into a graceful, navy blue tailcoat, donning a parrot feather round hat, complented with slim-fit dress pants, looking both elegant and high-end. His lips bore a faint smile, his pale blue long hair naturally draped over his lean shoulders, the velvety moonlight reflecting off his side profile, every move exuding the poise of nobility.