Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

It seemed that the lich had chased him to the brink of despair, cornering him in front of a building.

He stopped, took a deep breath, turned around, glanced at the death deacon who was right in front of him, his eyes showing no change, only a provocative smile.

Then, he pushed open the door and went inside.

The players had no time to think and had no choice but to follow Ryan into the trap.

Ha, a death throes, a pretentious act.

The lich was not afraid of Lion's empty city ploy. It could sense life, and there was no sign of life in this small house, so there were no hidden soldiers or anything like that.

It chuckled to itself, knowing it was even less likely to escape once inside the cramped house. It assumed Ryan was just desperately grasping at straws and had walked right into its trap.

Capture that brat Ryan and sacrifice him to the Lady of Death.

Perhaps, there will be a chance to meet the lady.

The lich was overjoyed at the thought and had already prepared its victory speech.

Without hesitation, it rushed into the doorway.

The interior was unremarkable; the decorations suggested it was just another canteen. The floor was wiped clean, and dim sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains, casting dappled patterns.

The only odd thing was that there were abrupt breaks in the sunlight.

Ryan stood where the sun shone; he no longer ran away.

"Ryan Lumin, you...are...finished...already, huh?"

The Lich King's eyes widened.

Upon entering this space, it could feel its time slowing down.

"What...thing...is...it?"

The legendary investigator was shocked; he was so angry he laughed.

Holy crap, that's really something.

What kind of divine optimization is this, where all beings are equal? ​​Eden Dining Hall.

The delay has reached this point; it causes lag for both the rich man's and the ordinary man's devices.

Players will experience lag, and so will the boss.

All beings are equal.

This is not an optimization of terrorism; it is an optimization of the people.

"To be honest, Mr. Ryan is a wise man."

Seeing this, the old man quickly used a high-speed divine command, speaking at twice the normal speed, "Why bother fighting it? Just run after it!"

Chapter 132 "Your goddess is completely different with me."

The legendary investigator looked at Ryan in disbelief.

Could it be that all of this was part of Lord Ryan's plan?

But this is just too outrageous.

It's one thing for players to exploit bugs, but can bosses exploit bugs too?

A higher degree of freedom is certainly a good thing, but this is too much.

Who exactly is Eden a game for?

Facing the astonished gazes of the crowd, Ryan smiled calmly, dismissing the commotion.

When running away,

Running towards the spot with the worst network lag—that's the basic movement skill of an old-timer.

From the very beginning, the canteen visited by death was Ryan's final destination.

From the moment these three death deacons entered the city, he feigned compliance, deliberately leading them towards Daohua Village.

Ryan knew that if they were to actually fight the Death Deacon in the City of Light, they had no hope of winning.

The curse of death has been applied; even if you win, you've already lost.

While it's fun to torment players and it's satisfying to see those troublemakers die, he himself still has to live in the City of Beginnings. Players can resurrect infinitely after they die, but if he dies even once, he's finished.

So far, Ryan's plans have been going smoothly.

The only regret is that none of these players died.

If Ryan had lingered a little longer, all the players would have died. It's not that he couldn't do it, but that he was unwilling to.

【The Ash Curse of Daohua Town: 50%】

The more people die, the higher the curse coverage of Rice Flower Town becomes. This town still has some use to him, which is why he changed the name from 'Sick Town'. Ryan doesn't want Rice Flower Town to be renamed 'Gray Death Town'.

There is no perfect solution in this world.

Ryan was satisfied with the progress.

The lich looked around blankly, unable to understand why its speed had been slowed down.

No, this is not speed.

It's not about the time.

Before entering this place, the Lich King, fearing an ambush, only probed for any signs of life. Now he realized that not only was lifeless here, but the smell of death was even stronger than in the Gray City!

What exactly did Ryan do to make death here almost tangible?

It looked around and became more and more horrified. From the door and walls to the table, everything was covered with dense, dead rust. It looked out at the bright sunshine, but here the sunlight was dim and even the wind was dead.

The gaps in the sunlight are dead spaces.

In just a few seconds, it reached that incredible conclusion.

Its speed was slowed down because time here was also in a state of semi-death.

There is only one being capable of achieving this level.

"The Grey Knight, the Lord of the Eternal Night, the Mother Goddess of the Night, the End of Life, the Witch Who Rules Death and Sleep."

The Lady of Death once visited this place.

No, why should I?

The lich felt a chill run down its spine. Why would the Lady of Death personally visit this wretched place? Why would this wretched child, Ryan, receive Death's mercy? What was even more unbelievable was that Ryan had clearly met the Lady of Death, yet he was still alive.

He dared to refuse death.

The lich thought this was impossible; it was just a coincidence.

Ryan must be killed.

This blasphemy must be destroyed.

It believed that death was equal, and since its time had been halved, Ryan's time was also halved.

Players also had this concern, and the situation did not improve.

"Touch of Death".

The lich took a step forward, extended its finger, and cast a third-circle death spell. Anything touched by its fingertip would be tainted with the death curse. Death Touch was an instant-cast spell, so fast that no one could react.

But Ryan simply shifted slightly to the side, avoiding the touch of death without even his clothes touching him.

This kid is unaffected by death.

The lich was going crazy. The scene before him meant either that Ryan was twice as fast as him, or that the kid had special privileges.

Why did he receive death's favor?

And what gives them the right to refuse such favors after enjoying them?

Players were watching intently, praising your optimization for the people, but then you suddenly grant them special privileges.

Rich guys get laggy, poor guys get laggy, players get laggy, bosses get laggy, but you, Ryan, don't get laggy?

Eden's internal love is confirmed.

The legendary investigator pondered, wondering if it was possible that this wasn't actually due to poor optimization... but rather that the game was intentionally designed this way.

This is even more absurd than a simple network card issue; the former is a matter of capability, while the latter is a sign of mental instability.

The fast and slow blades are no longer enough for Eden's twisted desires, so he's already designing a time-space blade?

One stroke cuts through the past, another severs the future.

The Western Regions Sword Demon has arrived.

In any case, the advantage of the venue went to Ryan.

The lich thought of retreating first to avoid fighting this guy on his home turf, but as soon as it opened the door, it saw a line of large characters posted on the door.

[Cannot be opened from this side]

"Bullshit!"

In the face of absolute power, all designs are merely fancy and superficial.

Just as the lich was about to forcefully break down the door, he heard Ryan say something leisurely:

"—This doorknob was touched by the Lady of Death, you know?"

what?

The lich was so frightened that his hand trembled.

It examined the door closely and, just as Ryan had said, the deathly aura shrouding it was exceptionally dense, so dense that it was almost tangible.

If this gate were brought back to the Ash Death Cult, it would at least be a sacred artifact: the Gate of Death.

The lich dared not touch it now; if it damaged the sacred artifact, it would be blasphemy, and its position as deacon would be in jeopardy.

To understand the bizarre thought processes of cult fanatics, one must try to think from their perspective.

Ryan has always been a kind and empathetic child.

Most importantly, Ryan had seen plenty of cult members.

These believers were willing to risk their lives just to witness death, which shows how devout they were.

He thought to himself, "I can't let this guy get away."

After killing the strongest lich, they joined forces with Duncan, Matthew, and Molly to kill the other two.

But if the lich gets outside, there's no chance of winning.

"The woman who died came in through this door."

Ryan vividly described the scene, "Oh my, she was so proactive that I was a little shy."

The lich, its eyes blazing with fury, knelt on the ground and suddenly covered its ears, shouting, "I don't want to hear it!"

"This can't be real!"

Yuzu, her eyes blazing with fury, knelt on the ground and suddenly covered her ears, shouting, "I don't want to hear it!"

"This can't be real!"

Ryan's short sentence was like a chain reaction earthquake, causing two houses to collapse with a single sentence.

Uncle wants to see a god-like figure gazing at the despairing pomelo. What's it to you? What's wrong with you?

But upon closer reflection, compared to the lich's death cult, the Milk Powder Group seems even more cult-like.

What kind of death cult is this? Nothing special.

He immediately understood and felt relieved: this was the ugly behavior of religious believers.

The male god and the female god went their separate ways, and Lich and Yuzu felt like the sky was about to fall.

"At that time, the woman who died was sitting right across from me."

Ryan continued to speak the truth, "Yes, it's this bench, the one we eat on together."

The lich glanced at the bench Ryan pointed to, and sure enough, it emanated a dense aura of death. This bench was also a sacred artifact—the Throne of Death.

Yuzhi head went to bang her head against the wall, she completely messed up, this must be a date, this must be a date.