Chaos had never been the sort of saint who pitied all living things. You could tell from the way he'd always behaved. He wasn't utterly depraved, but he was certainly no paragon of virtue.
At least eighty thousand, if not a hundred thousand, innocent lives had been lost in the aftershocks of battles between him and others.
Chaos had plenty of dreams and ambitions. As the Chosen One, if he didn't turn the world upside down and into a complete mess, if he didn't leave behind an indelible legend in history, then being a transmigrator would have been a waste.
If he was going to go wild, he might as well go all out.
At the very least, he had to show some respect for the profession of "transmigrator." What was the point of transmigrating if he wasn't going to be arrogant, make a big splash, and stir up trouble?
If he was going to keep his head down, stay the same, and be afraid of this and that even after transmigrating, he might as well go back and raise pigs.
He Gaia wasn't that kind of person!
"Little Xixi, what's the guiding principle of our group?"
Chaos wasn't blaming Stussy. In fact, he was quite pleased.
It was right to worry about these things. Her intentions were good.
But things had changed. Neither he nor the Richest Group was what they used to be. They were more than capable of dealing with any trouble.
And if all else failed, they could always make it a done deal first.
For example, they could just print a hundred million copies and spread them across the seas. By then, it would be a fait accompli.
Anyone who wanted to cause trouble for the Richest Group would have to think twice. After all,