The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 606 - 325: An Su’s Path to Making Money_2

This is a conclusion drawn from the perspective of aptitude.

Enduring these harsh mocks of chaos, An Su's smile grew ever sunnier; the more he was scolded, the more spirited he felt. If not for the guard's urgency, he definitely would have lingered to relish a few more words before entering.

At the same time, An Su couldn't help but inwardly sigh that in this world full of madmen, when he would get to enjoy a proper smug moment.

You guys are the worst commoners I've seen in my tenure, ridiculing without even a hint of subtlety.

He felt a sense of disappointed affection in his heart.

"1646, Milton! Hurry up! This bunch is just waiting for you," the guard urged from up ahead, "Count Dracula's time is precious."

Count Dracula...

Is he that Viscount Pigula's brother... An Su pondered thoughtfully.

It fits the common sense of the Kingdom of Chaos to have a close relative as the examiner.

"May I inquire what the first preliminary examination is…" An Su asked tentatively.

"[Wealth]," the guard looked at An Su dismissively, clearly seeing him as the diligent and thrifty type, doomed to fail, "Don't think about prying the details of the test from me. I won't help anyone cheat."

An Su raised his eyebrows; he hadn't expected the guard to have such principles.

An Su nodded, this matched the information he had gleaned in the cage.

There are three rounds in the preliminary examination.

The first is wealth, the second is art, the third is aptitude.

But this is Avad, An Su asked skeptically, "Are you really not going to help people cheat?"

"Of course not."

The guard shook his head proudly, "Because what we call it here is 'providing assistance during the preliminary test.' The word 'cheating' simply doesn't exist! Not now, nor will it in the future. It's not cheating; it's assistance."

"On the contrary, because I often provide help to candidates during the preliminaries with my helpful spirit. This year, my unit will even honor me as a role model."

True to Avad, where good people are in abundance,

Even in the examination hall, everyone is noble.

An Su nodded in comfort, pity he was now penniless and lacked sufficient funds to contribute to this culture of helpful advancement.

Ahead was the slum.

He followed the guard into the sub-compound, passed through the narrow corridor and the silvery white rainy alley, and entered the human-controlled area, his

Eyes opened slightly, before the young man emerged a sight reminiscent of last century's pigeon loft clusters in old Hong Kong films. The only difference was scale, here it was unimaginably large,

The setting sun stretched the tower's giant shadow long and twisted. Countless cramped windows overlapped in that shadow, each one like an eye. The looming tower was covered with tens of thousands of these 'eyes,' with the abandoned corridors, stairs, streets akin to the dark red veins crisscrossing inside the reinforced concrete beast's body.

This construction was not lifeless, quite the contrary, it was exceedingly vibrant, each floor teeming with black shops, bright red signs flickering with neon lights. Food, drink, gambling, and pleasure feeding the city's nutrition, these businesses pumped ceaselessly through the dark red veins, supplying the steel beast.

It was too small to be a building, yet too large to be just a city.

An Su concluded that the structure before him was a fortified village.

Before An Su, nearly a hundred stowaways had already gathered, all eyeing each other warily, including that Saint high-tier Viscount Pigula, and An Su was not surprised to find him among them; after all, this was all part of the noble tradition of helping others.

"Poor souls."

"Welcome to [Chaotic City]—the gateway to Avad."

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A noble, elegant voice tainted with a touch of arrogance rang down from the heavens,

The night's shadow folded into wings, blood congealed into corpses from the air, countless bats surged from the deepest reaches of the city, each uttering a sharp cry. Tens of thousands of cries interwove into the Political Review Officer's enigmatic speech.

The bats formed the outline of a person; he was cloaked in the evening's tailcoat, his countenance ancient and majestic. He took a slight step back and bowed like a gentleman.

"I am the Village Chief of Chaotic City, as well as the Political Review Officer for this round."

He sniffed lightly as if savoring fine wine, revealing sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth, while his camel-red pupils flickered with a blood-like Radiance, "You may address me as: Count Dracula."

Count Dracula.

An Su had heard of him from the stowaways outside, a Vampire Nobility soaring in popularity within the Avad Church Nation, a refined gentleman.

He had to drink the blood of virgins daily, an exorbitant expense, and only the most powerful and wealthiest could support such extravagance. It was sensible that he oversaw the first round of the preliminary examination, wealth.

Vampires were ranked by their Rank, Blood Servant, Follower, Knight, Baron, Viscount, Earl.

For example, the vampire An Su had encountered at the Chaotic Frontier was just like Pigula at the Saint Rank, also a viscount.

Whereas an Earl rank signified... the officer before him held a rank just below Demigod.

An Su frowned; he hadn't expected to face off against a Demigod right upon entering, the intensity of this world was indeed formidable.

"Poor souls, I have already sensed the fragrant bouquet of virgin blood."

Count Dracula was a Vampire of Nobility, a connoisseur with taste, thought, and a license to be a Blood Taster. Among all bloods, he favored that of virgins, fresh, tender, and with a hint of innocence, like a sweet wine, unforgettable.