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

[Thirty minutes until the assessment ends]

[Current number of negative reviews (6/6)]

[Negative review elimination rate zero percent]

An Su, holding a small stool, sat down next to Luojia by the window, looking out at Fierce Hell Street across from the municipal building.

The blood-red dusk draped down, spreading the afterglow on the bumpy street as the fiery clouds spread out completely, covering the area in their warm hues.

The puddles on Fierce Hell Avenue reflected the shadows of the clouds, and with puddles everywhere on the street, it seemed as though burning cloud reflections were everywhere too.

This place had been a battlefield five hundred years ago, where Nether demons and Volcanic Demons had killed each other once again, with blood and flames burning the entire street, hence it was named 'Fierce Hell Street'.

Five hundred years later, despite being rebuilt, this street still shrouded in an air of solemn killing.

The race war between the Nether demons and Volcanic Demons was still a favorite topic of conversation to this day, and no one knew when such grand occasions might be seen again.

Such chaos, such delight; for Chaos Followers, witnessing such a battle between the strong was worth the price of admission, even if it meant death.

'Green-skinned goblin'

'Lucien'

The headless Volcanic Demon walked slowly down the street, with smoke billowing out from between its skin. Without a head, its thinking capacity was limited, only remembering these few phrases.

"Kill... him..."

The moment it saw the goblin, it had to tear him to pieces!

Meanwhile, at the other end of the street, the goblin leader who had lost his dwarf girlfriend was carrying a spiked club upside-down, leading a dozen Low-Rank goblins, gritting his teeth as he moved toward the center of the street.

'Orc, Skard'

That's the guy!

He ate his girlfriend!

And dared to say his girlfriend was a bit stinky!

And dared to insult him over the magic telephone!

If he didn't avenge this, how could he continue being their leader?

He had now reached Fierce Hell Avenue, but still hadn't seen any orcs, suspecting he had taken the wrong way. Seeing a headless Volcanic Demon in front of him, he thought of asking for directions.

"How do I get to Fierce Hell Avenue…" he hadn't finished speaking.

The headless Volcanic Demon, having observed him with its Magic Eye, saw the green skin, the short stature, it was undoubtedly a goblin.

"Are you... called Lucien?"

"I'm called that name, what about it?"

The goblin leader was on a short fuse, speaking nothing but hostility. Seeing the Volcanic Demon hesitating infuriated him even more. Before he could curse out loud, the Volcanic Demon slapped him across the face, "Beat it... you... mo—"

The voice of the goblin leader did not resemble An Su's, but the headless Volcanic Giant couldn't tell the difference at all.

I was just asking for directions, was that necessary!

The goblin leader quickly came to his senses. His clever intelligence took the high ground; that orc had said on the phone he was bringing people over, could it be that this Volcanic Demon was the backup he called for?

No matter what, he took a slap for no reason, how could he possibly let that slide!

"Get him!"

The goblins, carrying their spiked clubs, rushed toward the Volcanic Demon, the iron bars clashing against the volcanic rock, sparking off a sky-full of flames.

The Volcanic Demon was massive in size and, despite being mobbed, still held its own, squeezing a goblin's head in one hand and with a fierce squeeze, splattering brains and blood, followed by the aroma of roasted brain.

"The Volcanic Demon and the goblins are at it again."

The passersby in the vicinity treated it as nothing unusual, just another minor scuffle. Such small-scale brawls were commonplace, not even enough to make it into 'Chaos Daily', utterly trivial.

It was the scent of roasted meat that drew the attention of Orc Skard.

He had come to fight a battle, against that dark elf named Dais, who dared to disrespect his illness! His chest was ablaze with rage!

This time, he did not come alone.

Behind him followed more than a dozen patients.

Each one possessed a powerful biochemical buff, their faces covered with pale moss, green pus dripping from their mouths, sores all over their faces, each attack bringing with it viral properties—who could stop such mighty biochemical soldiers?

The passersby around them took sharp breaths and made way, terrified of being contaminated, exclaiming, "The small Fierce Hell Street has actually attracted the Biochemical Legion, retreat quickly!"

The Biochemical Legion was a terrifying group that stood tall even at the borders, with a chaos level ranked twenty in the "Chaos Daily!"

But Skard had come to Fierce Hell Avenue and had been searching for a while with no sight of dark elves; instead, he first grew hungry due to the erosion in his stomach, each movement of his intestines bringing him immense pain.

The more he hurt, the angrier he became!

However, from a distance, the goblin saw Orc Skard and this completely confirmed his clever guess, and he yelled at the Volcanic Demon, "You really are the helper he called for!"

"Roar... I... am"

The Volcanic Demon originally wanted to say, 'I am your dad,' but due to his slow mouth movement, the goblin leader directly smashed a hammer onto his neck, causing him to swallow the rest of his words.

The goblin leader became even more certain, and upon seeing the enemy who ate his girlfriend alive, he could no longer restrain himself, swinging his iron rod at Orc Skard right there and then.

The heavy iron rod, carried by immense wind pressure, crashed directly onto Skard's cheek, the hit was so powerful that it made his green blood splatter all around.

The people nearby retreated even further, afraid of getting stained with blood.

Skard had never suffered such humiliation; ever since he'd become infected, everyone around him treated him with fear and respect. He immediately signaled his brothers to join the fight;

The Volcanic Demon at this point also recognized Skard, the one who had taken his head; his rage could not be contained, and he launched a High-Rank fire magic spell at the latter.

In an instant, flames and green blood splattered everywhere, plunging the entire Fierce Hell Street into chaos.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"The Biochemical Legion has joined the battlefield as well!"

This three-way race for supremacy caught the interest of many chaotic onlookers, who watched the battle cautiously from the side, knowing they would be in big trouble if they got pulled in.

This kind of major brawl didn't happen every ten days, so getting a look was considered entertainment before dinner or aftertea.

After a half-day's fighting, the battle was starting to yield some results,

The Volcanic Demon, after all, was a Fourth Order powerhouse, and with the Orc supplemented by the Biochemical Legion, the goblin leader was the weakest; first he was covered in green blood, then the Volcanic Demon drove a fist down, flames surged in ferociously, burning the latter into char.

[There are 25 minutes left until the assessment ends]

[Number of bad ratings 5/6]

[Bad rating elimination rate 16%]

An Su laughed innocently, saying to Luojia, "Look, the bad ratings have been completely eliminated, Mr. Goblin will have no more troubles, this is the true meaning of us recovery magicians, ah. Helping others is truly beautiful."

"..." Luojia expressed no emotion.

With the goblin leader dead, the morale of the Low-Rank goblins also dissipated, clarifying what had been a tense situation. The chaotic spectators around lost their interest, all thinking, this is the end?

Just this?

How uninteresting.

It was just a small scene.

At that moment,

An unexpected change occurred.

A suffocating dark presence crept in, instantly shrouding half of the street in a terrifying and fear-inducing deep darkness,

The saying goes, black clouds over the city spell its doom, and in such times, all felt a chill in their hearts, perceiving the terrible dark aura, involuntarily swallowing their saliva.

Could it be the stuff of legends... they couldn't help but shift their gaze towards the crushing dark clouds rolling in.

There was no time to mourn the goblin leader now, for the next to arrive on the battlefield were—

The "Nether Newspaper" ranked among the top ten terrifying groups, for thirty consecutive years awarded as the 'Outstanding Group of Chaos', comprised of dark elves—

The Shadow Legion!