641 The Demon King's Seven Billion Burning Fans

Only a tiny handful of people still insisted that anyone without a single flaw was either a saint who appeared once in ten thousand years or a consummate villain.

After all, there was a saying: "On the day Duke Zhou feared rumors, Wang Mang was still humble before usurping the throne."

Unless someone was utterly dead and buried, with their coffin lid sealed and their legacy settled, there would always be people nitpicking their merits and faults.

This kind of suspicion—an argument without any evidence, based purely on personal conviction—was nothing more than having too much free time. It was utterly meaningless and represented the tiniest minority, concentrated almost entirely in Australia.

Humans were all good at judging others by themselves. Whatever they were like, they liked to imagine their fellow humans were the same.

In short, the overwhelming majority of people on Earth either worshiped Ma Ran emotionally or supported him rationally, believing that without him, Earth probably would not keep turning.

On the Super Earth Forum, netizens from every country could be fans of the Martial God, God, Haotian, the Sword Chief, or the Demon Son. They could easily argue over a thousand replies when fighting about combat power, but whenever Ma Ran was mentioned, they quickly dispelled their hostility and became as close as family.

Thus, some netizens often jokingly mocked themselves by claiming to be one of the "seven billion Burning Fans."

"I never really thought about it before, but after giving it some thought just now, it suddenly seems a little absurd."

At that thought, Su Qiangwei subconsciously looked at Ma Ran and could not resist complaining, "Has someone like you ever appeared in history?"

"It always feels like Earth wouldn't be able to keep bouncing around without you..."

If Su Qiangwei had not voluntarily