Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

“Brother Matthew, you should be lenient with people when you can. Although my account has been banned, Eden has been insulted. On the contrary, I should apologize to Eden.”

The more Fengshang thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he quickly opened their private group chat.

【She sewed it up but wouldn't give it to me】: Brothers, my identity has been exposed. Everyone, please be careful these days and don't cause any more trouble by getting your accounts banned. There are experts in this game!

【My brother and I shared joys and sorrows, but my brother has become me who shares joys and sorrows】: Received from my brother.

[Found phlegm stuck in her teeth while kissing]: Received from brother.

[She sewed it up but wouldn't give it to me]: By the way, if anyone from the Eden Jokes forum tries to bribe you these next couple of days, don't agree.

...

"Damn it, what Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!" Ryan roared. "No wonder she'd rather sew it up than give it to you."

Ryan never expected that even after his account was banned, this guy's filial piety would continue unabated.

Unexpectedly, the grand plan to build an online army failed in its very first step.

Ryan refused to believe it and continued to privately message many promising players who showed signs of becoming paid trolls, only to receive replies like, "Brother, don't test me," "Ryan is my dad," and "I've always been Eden's most loyal player."

They were all loyal; there wasn't a single treacherous official among them.

Ryan was furious.

How exactly did these competitors and foreign forces behave this time? Where were your soldiers?

He sighed. He realized he couldn't recruit soldiers online anymore; he should return to reality.

Two years later, the Witch of Death will descend upon Lu Ming.

For Ryan to defeat the Death Witch, he must first defeat the 'Grey City', which is her faction.

There will inevitably be a battle between the City of Light and the City of Gray Death.

Relying solely on a player's combat strength is far from sufficient, and is simply not trustworthy.

Ryan needs to recruit another batch of loyal new soldiers.

Coincidentally, as Ryan's reputation grew, a large number of new refugees wanted to enter the city these days.

Ryan no longer needs farmers; this time, he needs loyal soldiers.

With a wave of his hand, he instructed Miss Jasmine to post recruitment notices.

The recruitment requirements are not difficult.

As long as I can survive one more day in Chuguang City, that's enough.

...

The following day, the city of gray death.

The Death Cult, branch church.

The candlelight flickered, and countless hungry eyes lurked like wolves in the night. It was an extremely secretive small meeting, where all the ruthless members of the Death Cult were gathered, clearly stratified.

Those seated at the lower level were mostly ordinary ruthless people, low-level followers of the Death Cult. Jumping into the river covered with burlap was just a routine exercise for them.

Those seated at the top are all legendary and ruthless individuals with exceptional skills; they are all priests of the Church of Death, and they are all the pillars of the church.

"How's the investigation going regarding Chuguang City?"

A death priest asked the people below. The man had a gloomy expression and a murderous aura. Just by standing there, the stench of blood emanating from him was overwhelming, as if one were facing the underworld.

As the most devoted follower of death, he had every reason to be proud. He had traversed countless forbidden zones that were considered impossible, personally vanquishing goblins, trolls, tree spirits, and other ferocious monsters, defeating as many as ten thousand different kinds of monsters.

"Just what is the background of this Chuguang City?"

"I never expected that even Lord 'Death Demon Slash' would personally intervene."

The lower-ranking followers whispered among themselves, observing the legendary ruthless man's demeanor and admiring his legendary deeds.

"It is said that this ruthless person once used gender-changing magic to disguise himself as a female knight and ventured alone into extremely dangerous forbidden areas such as goblin lairs, goblin camps, and treant seedbeds, fighting for forty-nine years before returning."

Each time he returned fully loaded, he would immediately reverse his gender reassignment, leaving behind over ten thousand different kinds of monsters that had perished inside him.

"This job is ruthless," the subordinates exclaimed in admiration.

"I'm asking you a question," Wanmozhan sneered.

One of the believers quickly replied, "Reporting to you, sir, our spies have successfully infiltrated Chuguang City."

Wanmozhan coldly inquired, "Will these undercover agents betray us?"

The believer quickly said:

"Please rest assured, Deacon, these spies are all ruthless individuals. As members of the Death Cult, they will only be loyal to the most dangerous and terrifying Gray City."

“They would look down on a city like Chuguang City, which is just a game for children.”

"Very good." Wanmozhan nodded in satisfaction.

I need to take leave to watch the World Cup final.

Hello everyone, I'm Metal Raindrop's cousin, Golden Raindrop.

Please!

It only happens once every four years, I really want to see it!

I made plans to watch it with my friend.

But the World Cup final is at 3 a.m., which is really late. After watching it, I have to stay up until 5 a.m., which is exhausting. And I still have to work and write during the day tomorrow. I'm really going to break down.

So I took most of the day off (actually almost a whole day). Now I go to sleep after dinner, and then I get up at three o'clock to read. After reading, I start writing here at five o'clock.

Please!

Chapter 127 You've Already Seeked Your Own Way to Death (Praise)

The next day.

"What do you mean by 'Reporting to the boss, all the undercover agents we sent out have betrayed us within a day!'"

Wanmo Zhan slammed his wine glass down, veins bulging, and pointed at his men, cursing, "We've sent out three groups of men, and not one of them is loyal!"

The last time he was this angry was when he was rescued by adventurers while venturing into the goblin cave.

The Ash Death cultists standing nearby fell silent, trembling as they answered:

"Lord Wanmozhan, this Chuguang City is truly evil."

"Our undercover team consisted entirely of professionals who had survived all sorts of life-or-death situations and dangerous situations, but they lost contact with us in less than a day after entering Chuguang City..."

"The only one who came back developed hysteria, constantly muttering something like 'Don't open it from this side'..."

"Your Gray City is not professional at all."

Wanmo Zhan snorted coldly, thinking to himself that no matter how evil Chuguang City was, it was still a city created by humans.

Moreover, rumors are circulating outside the Lightless Territory that 'Ryan Lumin is a saint' and 'the most livable city-state of the year in the City of Beginning Light'.

He saw these undercover agents as having an insufficient faith in death; they were all heretics.

"Brother Wanmo, don't be angry."

Just then, a sinister laugh came from behind.

"After all, that lord is one of Lu Minglai's men."

Upon hearing this chilling voice, the Ash Death cultists were rendered speechless; yet another ruthless individual had arrived.

"Piercing Master." Wanmozhan's face showed admiration: "I didn't expect you to come too."

He praised, "You have found a way to die."

The path to death is the great path that all believers in death dream of pursuing.

If the Ten Thousand Demon Slash embodies the 'bravery' of choosing death, then the Piercing Duke symbolizes the 'persistence' of choosing death.

Be brave enough to court death, and persist in courting death.

The Second Piercing Duke is a descendant of the true progenitor of the vampire clan, a genuine pure-blooded nobleman.

This is the most ruthless family in the Death Cult, each generation more ruthless than the last.

The first-generation piercing master once pierced his toenails with an iron skewer; the second-generation piercing master used an iron skewer to kick the wall while piercing his fingernails. His deeds were so ruthless that just hearing about them was enough to cause phantom pain.

But then the sky darkened, and countless vampire bats swarmed in, coalescing into an elegant yet tormented vampire body.

The Death Cult members stared wide-eyed; the small city of Chuguang had actually alarmed this powerful vampire figure.

"Kicking the wall with iron skewers was just something he learned when he was four years old. He dared to drink his aunt's blood when he was eight. Taking a bath with garlic was just basic stuff."

When he turned eighteen, he drank blood with the flavor of venereal diseases every day, and brothels became his drinking station.

And now that he's twenty, that's even more legendary.

"How to say?"

"He dares to drink the blood of Lord Wanmozhan."

"Damn, that's awesome."

Gasps of cold air filled the air around them; the temperature in the room dropped several degrees just from the introduction of the piercing technique.

"It is said that this lord's body has reached the point where it is indestructible and immune to all poisons."

"Ha, what piercing master, what ten thousand demons slash, they're nothing but scruffy bats and perverted effeminate men."

Just then, a cold laugh came from among the believers. A man dressed in a black robe slowly walked out with a cold smile on his lips.

Wanmozhan was furious, but upon recognizing the newcomer, he swallowed his curse: "The Lich King."

The believers then discovered that beneath the black robes lay not flesh, but rows and rows of skeletons, with chilling ghostly flames burning within the eye sockets.

What day is it today? And who exactly is Ryan Lumin?

Even the ruthless members of the Lich Clan have come.

The believers whispered among themselves that the so-called liches were the most extreme form of the evolution of the bones of the dead. Unless the 'soul box' that stored their souls was destroyed, they would be immortal and indestructible, and were originally the race furthest from death.

But this Lich King filled his soul box with cursed bottles that could corrupt souls.

If the cursed bottle breaks, the curse spills out, and the soul is destroyed.

Without opening the soul box to observe, it is impossible to confirm whether its soul is dead or destroyed.

Even the Lich King himself was unsure whether it still possessed a soul.

In the same temporal context, its body is simultaneously in a superposition of being alive or dead. Only by opening the Soul Box to observe will the two world lines collapse into a definite one, at which point the body will either die or live forever.

This is the ultimate understanding of the path to death: to die wisely.

It can be described as a lich in the quantum magical state.

The King of Science—The Lich King.

The fact that these three ruthless individuals were gathered together aroused the curiosity of the followers of Gray Death City. Just what was the background of First Light City that it would attract the personal attention of three death deacons?

"The Grey Strangers have descended upon Riceflower Town," the Lich King said ominously. "According to Lord Dead Apostle's wishes, the Grey Death should have spread as well."

The secrets these important figures spoke of were too confidential for the followers to overhear.

Listening to that means certain death.

But if you don't eavesdrop just because you're afraid of dying, then you're not a believer in death.

They listened intently, emboldened by their presence.

The so-called Gray Death originated from the Gray Death Witch and is a marriage of the curse of death and the curse of plague.

The initial symptoms of gray death infection are that the whole body turns gray, like the residents of Rice Flower Town. In the middle stage, facial features and mental distortion occur. People infected with gray death in the late stage will commit suicide.

"These undercover agents are useless; their resolve to seek the truth is not strong enough, and none of them are willing to die."

The Demon Slayer was so frustrated that it turned into iron slag.

"At that design competition not long ago, I saw three people who were determined to die."

Wanmozhan recalled the competition held a few days ago, and he clicked his tongue in admiration, thinking of the names of those three people, "'Idiot, open the door for your dad,' 'Traditional Chinese Medicine is the best,' and 'Super Tyrannosaurus Rex,' they were all very good at courting death."

"It is said that even Lord Dead Apostle has taken a liking to these individuals, but unfortunately, He has not revealed their true identities to us."