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

Chaotic City. Dusk.

[Three hours until the end of work]

[Total salary: 13,000 Gold Coins (3,000 Gold Coins basic salary and Black Eight Hospital income, the rest is contract labor income)]

[Signed labor contract with Deep Sea Tattoo Shop, 100,000 copies]

Three more hours, and today would be over.

With the help of the Deep Sea Squid, An Su's steps to advance the colonialization process of Chaotic City had greatly accelerated.

The heritage of the Deep Sea Demon Clan was beyond imagination. They had hired countless Life Sorcerers and further modified An Su's "Fallen Angel" base. The Deep Sea Demon Man, born with the Ancient God's Face, even surpassed An Su's "Radiant Light" in its degree of distortion. Each birthed Fallen Angel had to confront the Deep Sea Squid directly; their forms were distorted and tainted, continuously plummeting into a darker, more evil abyss.

The Deep Sea Demon Clan found the buzzing noise of the Fallen Angels too faint, so they added two Magic-guided Horns to the sound-emitting parts. This allowed the whole building to hear their arrival; moreover, they transformed the wings of the Fallen Angels into aluminum alloy;

Disliking that the Fallen Angels could only fly and lacked ground combat capabilities, Black Eight Hospital was then tasked to graft limbs from rats onto the Fallen Angels; their mouthparts being too delicate and fragile, were replaced by blood-drawing needles.

A regular Fallen Angel could suck a few milliliters of blood at most. The second-generation Fallen Angels, however, could suck a full syringe of fresh blood.

The 'Demon Seed Cicada,' specially produced by the Chaotic Church Nation, was especially the handwriting of the Deep Sea Demon Clan.

Being able to graft a bee's rear to the tip of a cicada's tongue, the aforementioned modifications were a piece of cake for the Deep Black Demon Clan.

In a nutshell, with the exhaustive assistance of the Deep Sea Demon Clan, the Fallen Angels had completely changed from their former selves. While the first-generation Fallen Angels still counted as Earth species, the second-generation Falles Angels were thoroughly Evil God creatures and could no longer be simply described as "mosquitos," but rather as true Catastrophe Apostles.

This turned out to be an unexpected gain for An Su.

The young man was wrapped in a deep black isolation suit, the hem dragging down to his ankles, an alcohol-soaked short coat thrown on top, wearing long boots and thick black gloves on his hands, isolating all pollution, not exposing an inch of skin. He still donned the beak-like mask, revealing only a pair of dark azure, eerily dark eyes, looking as though wrapped in a death shroud, like a sinister grim reaper.

He squinted slightly, gazing distantly at the scene before him.

Emerging from over a hundred thousand culture dishes, the newborn Fallen Angels awakened, opening their numerous, intricately folded crimson compound eyes, like the Evil God opening its demonic pupils to survey the human world, fervently vibrating their alloy wings, the whole earth trembling with their roaring sounds. As the army took flight, Chaotic City was cast under a massive shadow, as if a piece of the night had broken off and fallen onto the darkest, most humid area of Nether.

Each trajectory of the Fallen Angels distinctly emerged in An Su's mind.

Without the help of the Deep Sea Demon Clan Magicians, An Su alone could never have cultivated such scale of military force within merely an hour.

Yet even so, Mr. Deep Sea had never let down his guard against An Su, his instincts constantly warning him that the youth with a seemingly innocent smile was utterly insane. The Deep Sea Squid required a Chaotic City that could stably provide blood and Gold Coins, not a desolate wasteland.

There had to be living beings for them to exploit.

So in the contract, Mr. Deep Sea explicitly emphasized these contents:

[Article One: All Fallen Angels must not carry any viruses]

[Article Two: Neither party to the contract shall harm the other]

[Article Three: Each Fallen Angel rented to the contracting party at the price of one copper coin]

[Article Four: This contract shall be effective forever]

Upon seeing the Fallen Angels for the first time, Mr. Deep Sea realized that these creatures were naturally the best disseminators of catastrophes; allowing them to carry toxins would bring a disaster great enough to annihilate Chaotic City.

Under normal circumstances it might still be manageable, but currently, Chaotic City was in the midst of a civil war—epidemics spread most easily during such times.

For Zibeng, people can die, but not too many, and certainly not everyone should die.

Astute, Mr. Deep Sea immediately spotted An Su's intentions and would definitely not let him succeed.

There had to be hygiene!

Mr. Deep Sea thus specifically signed this soul contract with An Su; no one could violate the content of the contract. Moreover, before every appearance of the Fallen Angels, they had to pass the spiritual power inspection by a group of Magicians, ensuring they carried no viruses, and he even spent heavily to hire a team of Holy Light Mages to collectively purify the Fallen Angels.

Mr. Deep Sea had also consulted experts from the Epidemic Department of the Kingdom of Chaos.

Only when he was 100 percent sure there were no viruses on the Fallen Angels did Mr. Deep Sea agree to officially launch the mosquito service across Chaotic City.

True to being from the Squid People who grew up licking honey... An Su nodded slightly, definitely shrewd enough.

He indeed had plans to use the Deep Sea Demon Clan to mass-produce Fallen Angels to create an epidemic, but looking at the current situation, this plan was no longer feasible.

An Su showed no signs of annoyance; his lips still held a faint smile. Shrewdness was a strength of the Deep Sea Demon Clan, but at the same time, it was also their fatal flaw. How to deal with the Squid People, An Su had already learned from abundant experiences from his past life.