The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 520 - 294: An Su Never Talks to Zhang Yu Again_2

Annand shook his head,

"You have not inherited from the Great Sunfire, nor do you have the qualifications for inheritance. The thread of flame within your soul is merely the residual sparks left after the Great Sunfire extinguished, also leaving a trace of possibility for unforeseen needs, consider it a little gift from me."

"Unforeseen needs?" An Su was somewhat puzzled.

"Although I don't understand what you all are trying to do... I've never thought about these things either. Starting a long time ago, among the three of us, I was only responsible for fighting."

Annand gazed at An Su, his golden eyes as imposing as a piece of amber reflecting flowing fire. The Demigod raised his hand towards the stars in the night sky. Although He merely lifted His hand, His presence seemed as though the entire galaxy's stars were revolving around His fingertip,

"But I understand fighting. Fighting definitely requires ample firepower!"

He laughed wildly, his laughter echoing in the night sky,

"If the stars are to fall, then shatter the stars! If Chaotic Cultists come, then slaughter them all! I have said before, what I am best at is subtraction! As long as you subtract all problems with subtraction, then there are no more difficulties in this world!"

Profound simplicity!

An Su felt respect bordering on reverence for Annand's spirit of subtraction. This was the purest player, skipping all story plots and secret decodings, opening his eyes and knowing only to kill, kill, kill—who naturally would clear the game as he slaughtered all that bled.

The An Family indeed has ideas!

"But lad, we old folk will eventually grow old," Annand laughed, "This arithmetic problem will ultimately be left for you young people to subtract. Have you thought of a name for that wisp of flame?"

"I have."

An Su responded earnestly, feeling the tiny, deep blue flame within his soul, and wrote down the characters with a stroke, 'Star Fire.'

"'Human Day Fire'?"

Annand looked at it and smiled gently.

Profound ignorance!

An Su's smile stiffened.

With an air of mastery, Annand interpreted the meaning behind An Su's chosen name,

"Hm, not bad. Every day and every moment one must make a fire, which is for cooking and stir-frying, and plus this deep blue flame, I see, the fire is natural gas!"

After interpreting circles around it, Annand, incredulously looking at An Su said, "Are you planning to become a cook in the future?"

An Su massaged his forehead, he never wanted to communicate with an illiterate again.

Seeing An Su's expression, Annand realized his interpretation was off, and carefully revisited the written characters, then suddenly enlightened, understanding he had read it wrong and made it into a joke, with a subtotal reading, he said somewhat sheepishly,

"Sorry, uncle misread it. It's not 'Human Day Fire'... it's not so vulgar and lacks aspiration."

An Su's expression eased a little.

"It's 'Human Day People'."

An Su's pupils violently trembled, what awkward and heaven-defying thing is 'Human Day People'?

You've already made a hole in a cultural depression, why are you drilling another hole in there?

"'Human Day People.'" Annand leaned back his body, struck with awe, concluding, "This name is more elegant and cultured than 'Dari People,' 'Human Day People'!"

"If 'Dari People' praises the vivacity and turbulence of life, depicting a vast and grand epic, 'Human Day People' focuses on depicting the vigorous vitality and competitive emergence of creatures, as if right before our eyes—"

Annand did the language interpretation; he was skilled in both literature and mathematics, "'Human Day People' then ascends to a philosophical level, expressing a longing for mothers, narrating the cycle of life and inheritance of creatures, depicting the ceaseless natural order!"

"An Su, my intelligent nephew." Annand gave An Su a thumbs up, "Uncle was shortsighted, truly you possess a splendid literary flair!"

An Su's mouth twitched, he should not have spoken with this illiterate, much less written anything!

—

Although there were quite a few twists and turns, overall, the outcome was good.

Arthur had already subdued all the Demon Men and transformed them into Little Nanliang, An Su also walked out of the lingering pain of his soul being scorched by flames, the skies of Farol had completely dimmed, countless stars stretched to the horizon, a dazzling cascade of stars poured down, casting every tile roof and alley entrance in the alley with molten silver celestial light.

After bidding farewell to Annand, An Su returned home to change into a new set of clothes.

With the help of Miss Maid, An Su took off his slightly wrinkled white shirt, changed out of the 'saint' standard attire, and took another robe imprinted with the Radiance's Holy Scar, the material shimmering with ripples, accompanied by the fluctuation of the Magic Circuit; this was the Radiant Church's newly custom-made robe exclusively for the 'Deacon.'

The quality of this robe alone was up to par with high-end Magic Guidance armor materials.

After tonight, An Su was going to transition from 'saint' to 'Deacon', and even become a Prospective Priest.

Luo Xiaohei swiftly jumped onto An Su's shoulder, slightly dissatisfied as she placed her hands on her hips, the Saintess herself had contributed greatly, how come she didn't have an outfit?

She had just tumbled from the roof that morning, healed scars forgotten pain, seeing An Su again she started venting.

An Su used the newly acquired Star Fire to burn Luo Xiaohei's footpads, causing her to meow in pain as she jumped to the ground and started a cool street dance.

After completing the daily routine task of loving his cat, An Su revealed a satisfied smile.

All kinds of things had happened in these last few days, but the main event was still tonight.

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