My evil self is completely unable to exert its power in the Zerg.

On the StarNet, all the Zerg who couldn't be there in person, especially the females who used high-end equipment and could feel Su Tang's male insect essence soothing them through the screen, were practically green with envy.

[It's here! It's the legendary slap from His Highness the Holy Son that's been circulating on the forum for so long! I never thought I'd witness it with my own eyes today! The chosen brothers are truly blessed!]

Why not me! Why! I applied for a transfer to mine in Holy City! Now! Immediately! Right now! Please, boss!

Even asking for something requires waiting in line.

Su Tang felt as if an eternity had passed, but the long line below the stage stretched from the crystal platform all the way down to the plaza at the foot of the mountain, and even further.

The number of insects is actually increasing!

Not only the believers who participated in the ceremony today, but also many insects who learned about the blessing came from other places!

The sheer number of believers queuing in the square made Su Tang's vision blur, and she almost lost her footing.

But he could not back down! This was his first battle as the Holy Son, the first in his blessing ceremony!

In particular, he didn't want to be looked down upon by that scoundrel Michael! The more that despicable golden-haired devil thought he couldn't do it, the more determined he was to prove him wrong!

Moreover... every believer craned their necks in anticipation, their eyes like those of fledglings waiting to be fed, clearly filled with an infinite longing for the "blessing of the Son."

Back on Earth, although Su Tang was an idle and good-for-nothing playboy, his mother taught him from a young age that as a leader, while enjoying the benefits, he must also bear the corresponding social responsibilities.

Since he has chosen to become the ultimate villain and the leader of these lackeys, he must first make sacrifices and let his underlings see his efforts in order to better lead this villainous army!

Su Tang took a deep breath and continued his "assembly line operation".

Snapped!

"Thank you for your blessing, Your Highness!"

Snapped!

"Praise be to God! Praise be to the Holy Son!"

Snapped!

"I feel like I've broken through that bottleneck!"

Snapped!

"This feels so good! I'm full of energy!"

……

Su Tang felt like a ruthless face-slapping machine.

As time went by, the powerless slaps landed again and again on the faces of those strangely shaped female insects, some rough, some oily, some pockmarked... The most painful thing was that there were even faces covered with stubble!

Those were fine, thick, and coarse whiskers! And yet, some insects come to the blessing ceremony without even shaving their whiskers!

Su Tang's left middle and ring fingers were scratched by the unkempt female insect's stubble.

There are also some believers who are female soldiers, whose facial skin hardens due to tension when they are beaten, making their skin almost like alloy armor in a physical sense.

The young male insect, unaware of the female insects' abilities, was accidentally jolted by the recoil, causing his finger bones to go numb and tears to well up in his eyes.

Su Tang's wrists became increasingly sore, her palms increasingly red, and her arms increasingly heavy.

He started cutting corners, making his movements smaller and less forceful, and even began using his fingertips to "touch"...

These actions could not escape the eyes of the fanatical believers!

A robust female insect, whose blows had been "weakened," showed no resentment but instead burst into tears of emotion: "Your Highness! Your hands are all red from hitting us! You've worked so hard! You've humbled yourself so much to bestow blessings upon us! Waaah... What have I done to deserve this! I deserve to die!"

He cried and wailed, pressing his face even closer to Su Tang's hand with even greater devotion, as if he wanted to smash his face into Su Tang's hand.

Su Tang: "..."

[Ahhh! His Highness's hand! So red! My heart aches for him!]

[Waaaaah, His Highness is so selfless! His hands are red from being rubbed raw, yet he still insists on bestowing blessings!]

[Those shameless female insects, get out of the way! Let me handle this! I'm soft-hearted! The Holy Son can easily beat me!]

[Look at this dark mass... His Highness's hands... Let me heal them with my saliva... (So pitiful.JPG)]

You'd better genuinely feel sorry for them.

[Waaaaah, Your Highness's hands are so delicate, how much pain must it have caused to slap those rough female insects' faces! Your Highness is so selfless! I'm crying so hard! Next time, just use your feet, that way it won't strain your hands.]

It's easier on your hands, but it uses more paper.

[You guys are really awful! His Highness is crying from the pain, and you're still thinking about that! But the way His Highness slapped the other person with tears in his eyes was really beautiful... With so many tears in his eyes, Little Bug's stepfather must have had a lot of tears too...]

[Your pure and beautiful Holy Child, your little hands are trembling, no, your legs are trembling... your whole body is trembling... Help, my heart is trembling too...]

[All insects, stay cool and dry!]

Not counting the break, Su Tang worked for a total of five hours, a full five hours!

The little male insect couldn't lift either of its arms!

The thought of another blessing ceremony tomorrow made Su Tang want to faint.

The aggrieved little male insect sat in the rest area behind the Blessed Church, about to burst into tears, when a group of oblivious insects barged in.

To save face for the Holy Church and himself, His Highness swallowed his sobs, turning his head away.

"Is there anything else?" the soft, sweet little girl asked, her voice trembling with sobs.

The insects that entered: "..."

Oh no, it seems we've arrived at the worst possible time!

But... when their own interests are at stake, no insect is willing to back down at this time.

The archbishop, the highest-ranking official in the church, stepped forward with a fawning smile and said to Su Tang, "Your Highness, you've had a hard day of blessing us. But... since you've already blessed all the pilgrims today, could you perhaps also bless the clergy within our Holy See?"

That's outrageous! Didn't you see how tired the baby was?!

However, even I wouldn't want to miss such a good opportunity...

[No wonder! I was wondering why the live stream was still running even though the blessing ceremony had already ended. Turns out, they were waiting here!]

[Your Highness, you've worked so hard! I'll drink three more bowls with tears in my eyes!]

Su Tang: "..."

What does that mean?

Wasn't beating up their followers enough?

Do they want to get slapped too?

Is this some kind of despicable church?

The insects within the Papacy had no idea what the little male insect was thinking. Before His Highness could refute them, they spontaneously decided on the order according to their rank.

First to step forward were the bishop of the "Cradle of Pilgrims" diocese and several high-ranking cardinals.

The white-haired old bishop knelt down devoutly in front of Su Tang, his wrinkled face full of excitement and awe. He raised his old, orange-peel-like cheek high and offered it to Su Tang.

Su Tang: "..."

Looking at that face, etched with deep lines and etched with the marks of time, he found it hard to bring himself to... do it.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had no choice but to steel himself, close his eyes, and raise his little hand—

despair!

Su Tang had already used up her strength, and her voice was far less clear than it had been at the beginning.

The old bishop trembled violently, then tears streamed down his face as he cried out excitedly:

"Thank you, Holy Son, for your blessing! I... I feel as if I have returned to the passionate years of my youth when I served the Father! My whole body is filled with strength!"

He was still trembling when he knelt down, but when he stood up, he did a somersault, his face flushed, and he retreated with agile steps.

As it turns out, even without the force of his attack, His Highness the Holy Son's attack was still remarkably effective!

The priests behind them were even more impatient.

Several burly, muscular red-robed priests, their robes bulging as if about to burst, stepped forward. Their resolute faces were filled with fervent fervor as they said in deep voices, "Your Highness, please bless us!"

Su Tang looked at their angular, hard-looking faces and swallowed hard.

So why are there priests like this?! What's going on in this parish? Not only do they all like getting slapped, but there are also priests who look like they can fight!

Were they paladins before they changed jobs?

Su Tang glanced at the two paladins standing guard outside the door...

Even paladins aren't this burly. Could it be that the parish's method of proselytizing is—"If believers can't understand the Father's divine pronouncements, then this old man is also somewhat skilled in martial arts."

Surely the priests in this parish can't all be subduing insects with martial virtue, can they?

Su Tang shook her head, trying to clear her mind of those strange images.

He steadied himself and waved again—

bia! bia! bia!

The sound wasn't particularly loud, but even though Su Tang hadn't used much force, the reaction force still made his wrist go numb.

The red-robed priests all trembled, their eyes instantly becoming sharp as lightning, as if their meridians had been opened.

"We obey the divine decree! His Highness the Holy Son's blessing grants us boundless power! We will surely sweep away all darkness from the world for His Highness the Holy Son!"

As they retreated, their steps were steady and powerful, their aura awe-inspiring, as if they were not a group of priests, but a group of battle-hardened... no, berserkers about to go into battle.

Su Tang: "..."

So the teaching style here is to subdue insects with virtue!

[Your Highness, you've worked so hard today, I almost cried.]

[Didn't anyone notice the priest just now? My baby was surrounded by them and I couldn't even see him. Oh my god, was that a priest?]

[As is well known, the Insect God Cult and hospitals are similar in nature, but the Insect God Cult is more like a psychiatric cult. It's perfectly reasonable for the priests, who are essentially doctors, to practice more in order to prevent disputes with medical staff.]

Are you perhaps referring to physical therapy?

[This is too much! His Highness the Holy Son is about to faint, yet he's still bestowing blessings upon those shameless burly men...]

[I'm so worried. I saw that His Highness's fingertips were scratched by these shameless, rough women. I wonder if it will get infected...]

My poor baby, cry if you want to, I cried too! Waaah... tears are streaming down my face.

Just when Su Tang thought she could finally rest, another group of elite students from the seminary arrived.

[You pilgrim's cradle area, are you never going to stop today?!]

This diocese is known as the "cradle of pilgrims" because it is not only the birthplace of the Origin School, but also home to the largest seminary in the entire holy land.

These young female insects, full of vigor and vitality, had eyes so bright they frightened the other insects, and lined up to be beaten.

As expected of elite students, as the future backbone of the Origin Church, they are young and intelligent, and more "skilled" than ordinary believers. They know how to slightly adjust the angle so that His Highness's small palm lands on the "softest" part of their face—such as the soft flesh under the cheekbone—to reduce the burden on His Highness and at the same time give themselves a more "profound" experience.

Su Tang was so happy he cried. Finally, finally someone understood his suffering...

It's a shame these guys couldn't have come sooner!

Furthermore, since we already know he can't slap anymore, why not just let him go?

Su Tang was even angrier!

The result of her anger was that Su Tang got all worked up again!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The crisp sound of slapping echoed throughout the solemn church lounge, creating an eerie yet sacred rhythm.

After being beaten, a handsome young student not only didn't back down, but instead, his cheeks flushed slightly, he mustered his courage, looked up, and gazed at Su Tang with burning eyes:

"Your Highness! I... may I request to receive the blessing once more? Just once, only once... forgive my ignorance, my lack of understanding, I have failed to grasp Your Majesty's will!"

Su Tang: "???"

[Holy crap! You're offering extra hours?! You think this is some kind of bathhouse back scrub?!]

[I've learned something! I'll apply for double next time! I'll go to the next parish to queue up tomorrow!]

[Your Highness! I want one too! I request a triple tap!]

[Those in front are dreaming! Get in line!]

Su Tang almost cried when she saw the other person's face, which was filled with "I want to be hit".

He hardened his face, trying to mimic Michael's cold tone, his lips pursed, tears welling in his eyes, and choked out, "The Holy Son's blessing is enough! Too much is as bad as too little! You, step back from me!"

[Yeah, get out of here! That bitch, isn't taking advantage of me enough? I'm furious!]

[Don't cry, baby, your hand must hurt a lot. Daddy will blow on it!]

"Your Highness, I..."

Michael's temples throbbed with veins, and his deep blue eyes were fixed on the young student, like towering waves rising from a deep abyss, as if if he dared to say another word, he would be slammed onto the beach and killed.

Seeing that there was no way to get a second chance, the young trainees reluctantly left, turning back every few steps, their expressions as if they had missed a tremendous opportunity.

Look at the judge! His face is so dark it could drip ink! Is he feeling sorry for the Holy Son?

"Feeling sorry for us? I think he's just jealous that we got beaten up! Ha, so what if he's the presiding judge? He's still not qualified to receive the Holy Son's blessing!"

[Haha, Judge Norman, if you want to get beaten up, you'll have to wait in line! (doge.JPG)]

Michael's face was indeed as black as ink.

He stared intently at Su Tang's small hand, which was visibly red and swollen and trembling slightly, his chest churning with complex and indescribable emotions.

I'm furious that this brat didn't know his own limitations and got himself into this mess, and I'm absurd that this so-called "blessing of the Holy Son" is actually like this...

There was also a hint of concern, which he himself was unwilling to admit, about the glaring red and swollen marks on the little male's palm and the watery look in his eyes.

Michael clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, almost unable to resist the urge to drag his fiancé away.

The observant female insect had noticed the injury to the little male insect's palm long before Su Tang had even given blessings in the square.

For female insects, a wound that bleeds but doesn't reach the bone is hardly a minor injury.

The male insect's palms were only rubbed red and his fingertips were scratched, leaving only a few white marks and no bloodstains. But for some reason, Michael felt that the little male insect was seriously injured, so seriously that he couldn't even breathe.

So, on this night, the presiding judge, for the first time, disregarded etiquette and knocked on the door of a male insect's boudoir.