The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 489 - 283: Fate Gambler_2

"Fun! So much fun!"

The Chaotic Elevator—now perhaps better referred to as the Chaotic Elevator sister—had been entirely convinced by the calculations of the Staircase Boss. The world didn't know, but based on the intelligence they had gathered, Princess Cersei had actually been possessed by the Chaotic Saintess Elf long ago.

The Staircase Boss and Her Highness Elf had conspired together,

all to set up a trap for these foolish Farol citizens, to hit their economy, snatch their lives, and also catch an aerial performance of hundreds of people, how wicked and chaotic of a boss.

After this battle, the dumb saints of the Radiant Holy See would be dealt a crushing blow, never to recover.

At that time, the great rise of the undercover Esoteric Sect was just around the corner.

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Considering their grand mission assigned by the organization above, they, loyal to chaos, would not fail in their duty.

Thinking thus, the Chaotic Elevator broke into booming laughter.

"The Esoteric Sect Followers have staked all they own on the Princess, including you." The Chaos Escalator in the front row turned their head back emotionlessly and said with magic sound transmission, "You forgot?"

The smile on the Chaotic Elevator's face froze.

"Mine was pursuing a PhD, a matter for a Chaotic Scholar, can that be called gambling?" the Chaotic Elevator said forcefully, throat hoarse, followed by a series of half-understood mumblings about "majoring in Chaotic Probability and the study of Dice Chaos" and the like.

"You even gambled with borrowed money." The Chaos Escalator remained expressionless.

"That was a student loan." The Chaotic Elevator spoke calmly.

The expression on the Chaos Escalator's face almost died, "You embezzled the three years' funds distributed by the organization for your doctoral tuition fees!"

"...Why don't we just perform some Flying Man Magic as well?" The Chaotic Elevator thought for a moment, finally revealing a relieved smile, "Just consider it a graduation exam."

"When His Excellency the Bishop arrives, you can fly then."

The Chaos Escalator turned back, gazing at the night of Farol. The frost-like moonlight lay upon the church's glass dome, illuminating everything, but this light was after all an illusion, in the upcoming long night, all radiance would be but a mirage, with only the eternal darkness of chaos enduring.

In the scale of the starry sky and even the universe, entropy increase is the ladder of all destinies, chaos is the final form of all things, and chaos is the ultimate stability.

Only by returning to eternal chaos, stepping on the final rung of destiny, can one escape the endless cycle of the Nether.

For that promised step, they had already waited too long.

"Then it's decided we're toast," the Chaotic Elevator said glibly, "give me your limit, and I'll go and pull off a small student loan, make a clean sweep back."

"..."

The Chaos Escalator fell silent for a moment, then turned away,

"I've dawned, too."

Overall, An Su dealt equal blows to both the Esoteric Sect Followers and the Orthodox Court Followers. Looking around at the chaotic scene of complete wreckage and rife with tragedy, An Su revealed an innocently joyful smile, for spreading and promoting Flying Magic was a missionary's duty.

At the start of the test, nobody had faith in An Su, so his odds were shockingly high.

No one believed An Su could win.

After all, this was only natural; his Rank was far below that of the Imperial Princess, and he was merely a Child of the Curse despised by Radiance. How could he win? Even saints who knew An Su well wouldn't put their fortunes and lives on the line.

Even the Magic God Merlin gambled on the Princess' victory.

Gambling away PhD studies or dawning into debt, no matter how the Followers of both sides glossed it over, they had lost their very underpants. And An Su was probably the only winner of this exam, he had wagered a gold mine added by Chenxing on himself. With the current odds, he could scoop up all the scholarship funds in the field.

Only he could win.

But An Su wasn't short of money; he simply reveled in the thrill of squeezing others.

An Su's lips curled into a pleased smile; at that moment, Luojia gently tugged at the hem of his clothes from behind.

He turned around, the blush on the Little Saintess's cheeks not entirely gone; she bit her lip softly, her golden eyes fluttering as if making up her mind. She raised her head, her gaze meeting An Su's,

"I've won."

Luojia spoke proudly, head held high.

"Won what?" asked An Su, somewhat bewildered.

Luojia paused for a moment, then took out a small book from her bag, hesitated, and then handed it to An Su, "I can pay you back now."

An Su flipped it open to see it was a pure white account book with a little cat on the cover. Inside, there were many pages, but only two were written on, both concerning An Su.

'January...'

'January 21st, fled the Monastery with An Su, first time staying out at night, sneaked into the Nether World, first time breaking the rules, the Chaotic Frontier was really chaotic, cursed for the first time, and upon returning, I owed him two hundred Gold Coins for penalties'

'January 30th, spent 20 Gold Coins on cake; An Su brought me several from the Magic Association, that expense should also be added.'

An Su vaguely remembered these events; he and Lister Arthur had participated in "Magic Outreach" activities, gorged on cake in the waiting lounge, and he had packed up leftover cakes for the Little Saintess.

And finally...

'July 2nd, met An Su in the exam registration hall, the total registration fee was two thousand Gold Coins, he paid for me...'

The events of July 2nd were just a few days ago.

'Total debt to An Su Moningsta: 2200 Gold Coins, plus three blueberry cakes.'

He had never expected Luojia to record these details meticulously in a tiny book, every transaction neatly written out. Frankly, for An Su's wealth, these few thousand Gold Coins were trivial, and he himself had almost forgotten; some of the debts he had even swindled. Although he could easily have opted not to pay, Luojia had taken the effort to carefully note each one.