My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Well, calling this story "tailor-made for beginners" inevitably gives off a "spoiler" vibe.

In a sense, isn't this exactly what Xiaobai is saying?

But Chris didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Xiaobai at all. Even though she already knew the plot, she still watched with great interest.

Her smile always seemed even more genuine when she noticed the other audience members in the theater getting excited about the story and making all sorts of noises.

So, this story is really just a run-of-the-mill template that anyone can make up!

Thinking this way, Wayne became even more suspicious of Little White's origins.

However, the others, unlike him, did not have a variety of thoughts running through their minds; instead, they were completely absorbed in the story.

The head of the crafts department sat on the other side of Wayne, wiping away tears. "Waaah... Poppy! Stand up!"

She wasn't the only one shouting this; when they saw Poppy still being defeated by the evil villain after her transformation, many viewers couldn't help but yell "Poppy, get up!" in unison.

Perhaps sensing the power emanating from the audience, the actor on stage, clad in a custom-made leather suit, began a monologue: "I...I can't die yet! There are so many people in this world who are still supporting me! I...I must stand up! Defeat the evil monster!"

Bobby struggled to his feet, bracing himself on the floor with his paws... then slowly clenched his fists and raised them upwards, striking a strong, muscular pose.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh—"

Amidst thunderous cheers, Bobby stood up!

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What's with the audience being so cooperative?! Chris, did you pay someone to do this? Or is it that this kind of story is surprisingly well-received in another world?!

After a long time, the show finally came to an end, and "Superhero Poppy" became an instant hit in the capital!

……

"His Majesty!"

Patriarch Willard of the Kingdom of Saint Loens is currently the most powerful church official in the kingdom. The only one above him is the Pope, who is "infallible in ethics and faith" and is always stationed at the Papacy.

However, this powerful figure, whose every stomp could shake the entire kingdom, is now in a state of extreme anger.

"Your Majesty! I demand that Pokran, this blasphemer, be executed immediately!"

Willard had been considering whether he should let the audacious playwright off for the time being, in order to ease the conflict between the church and the king, as well as other powerful figures.

Unexpectedly, he became obsessed with seeking death.

Previously, he only slandered missionaries, but now! He dares to stand up and question God!

Only God can save humanity! Not some superhero dog!

King George II sat on his throne, clutching his forehead in obvious distress.

"Sir Willard! That's just a story. He's a playwright and has the freedom to create." The king still wanted to speak up for Pokran.

George was also a king who had been fascinated by drama since his youth, and had even participated in rehearsals himself. He understood and appreciated Pokran's talent.

"What story! That's just a smokescreen!" Willard said angrily. "Do you think I don't know what he's trying to satirize!"

Silence fell over the main hall for a moment.

The princes and ministers present exchanged glances, then looked away. Some stared at the murals on the ceiling, others intently at the patterns on the floor; all seemed lost in thought, remaining silent.

"The blasphemer Pokran must be burned alive in public! All his evil plays must be burned! Hellfire is inevitable anyway, so let's burn them now!" Willard said, flicking his sleeve and standing up to leave.

The palace gates were suddenly pushed open gently, and the servants all bowed their heads and shuffled, bringing a person behind them into everyone's view.

"Who is it that is slandering my precious daughter's tutor?"

Duke Elliott, with his dazzling short golden hair meticulously styled and sharp, dignified eyes, stepped into the hall.

He wore an extremely ornate sword at his waist, a gift from the king to the Duke of Winchester, who was granted the special privilege of carrying the sword even in the inner court.

As he approached, a chill swept over him, and it seemed as if the room temperature had dropped considerably.

"Hahaha, what's wrong, Lord Elliott! Has someone offended you?" the king asked knowingly.

Elio bowed to the king.

He then turned to Willard and said slowly, "My daughter is quite fond of a playwright who has recently arrived in the capital. She has even become involved in the script he is writing."

"In other words, the 'new work by Pokran,' which is currently the talk of the capital, also contains my daughter's efforts." Elliot asked coldly, "I wonder what Bishop Willard's opinion is on the work my daughter participated in?"

Under that gaze, Willard seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.

At that time, I was a cardinal who had just been promoted from archbishop to cardinal, and I was sent to the Kingdom of Saint Loens by the Papacy with pride and complacency.

He came from a poor, lower-ranking noble family, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, his family would lose its noble title in his generation.

But later, the church changed everything.

The church sponsored his studies in magic, gave him the opportunity to study at the Vatican, and the church completely changed his life.

He was deeply grateful and could only work hard to spread God's will to the world.

Only in this way can we repay the church for its nurturing and God for His grace.

Indeed, Willard lived up to expectations; given his age and achievements, he would be considered an absolute prodigy even if he remained in the Vatican.

But this pride was shattered by Elliott Wincher on his very first day in St. Loons.

He felt that his past self-satisfaction was ridiculously laughable, like that of a clown.

In front of such a person, he finally realized:

God... has a preference for certain people.

"Even the Duke of Winchester cannot question God!" he gasped.

It's as if just saying those words takes all of your strength.

"I have no doubts about God," Eliot said calmly. "It's just that God's sheep also need to enrich their spiritual world."

As soon as the Duke finished speaking, the ministers who had been pretending to be invisible suddenly seemed to come to their senses and began to chime in with their opinions.

"Yes, His Highness is right."

"Such works are created to reject evil. Otherwise, why would heroes appear?"

"The public really loves this play! Except for one... well, one person doesn't like it."

"So it really was Miss Chris involved in this story. I couldn't believe it when I first heard... She really is a descendant of a heroic family..."

Willard was furious as he listened to the ministers' seemingly lamenting but actually sarcastic whispers.