Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

To Lawrence's slight relief, as the oath was recited, a radiant light gathered around Ryan, indicating that every word he spoke came from the heart and that the gods had approved of his oath.

It seems my son is still human.

The Radiant Paladin is the most extreme in his conduct and the most glorious in his actions, serving as the benchmark for all swordsmen.

Ryan continued his oath. "I swear that I will correct all errors and falsehoods."

He is using the right path, and he is correcting all the wrong and evil paths.

Ryan's vow was truly from the bottom of his heart. Oaths are very subjective; as long as one's heart believes it is right, then it is right. All the gods also recognized his vow. Little by little, radiance flowed into his body. Without a doubt, he would become a Radiant Paladin.

According to the oath, upon first becoming a Radiant Paladin, most will awaken their first class combat skill, "Holy Slash," which is the combat skill with the highest base damage among early-game classes.

The oath has been engraved.

[Has sworn in as a 'Radiant Paladin']

[Acquire combat skills]

[First Saint Slash]

....Um.

Ryan was a little confused. Why was his combat skill so strange? Shouldn't it be the Supreme Saint? How did it become the Initial Saint?

The gods' view of him was somewhat biased.

[First Saint Slash (Ring 1): Consumes 3 mana]

The initial slash speed is tripled. With each subsequent slash, the speed is halved.

Fine, so be it, let him be a novice saint.

Ryan acknowledged the title of the First Saint, increasing his initial slash speed by three times. This pure first-hit kill meant that the enemy was already dead before he could even apply buffs or put on a show.

Some combat skills consume magic power, while others only consume stamina.

Although the First Saint Slash consumes a lot of mana, its effect is quite good.

Of course, once Ryan breaks his oath and becomes a 'Broken Oath Paladin', his First Holy Slash will be stripped away, and he will suffer the backlash of the oath, so severe that he may not even be able to lift the sword, like Lady Helen Assyria.

The criteria for judging this thing are really quite mysterious. If deep down you feel you've broken a vow, then you've broken a vow.

Ryan knew he wouldn't break his oath; after all, he was a good boy who kept his word and always did what he said he would do.

As long as his moral standards are low enough, then any path he takes will lead him upwards.

This is true talent; Ryan was born to be a paladin.

Let me briefly summarize what I've learned.

His rank has been raised from the first ring to the second ring, and his progress in training Lu Ming's swordsmanship has reached 0.7. He has learned to cancel the divine power [Light Shield] and the first kill [First Saint Slash], and has also recruited a tool like Helen Assyria into his ranks.

It looks like a huge win.

“Mr. Ryan Lumin”.

Just as Ryan was immersed in joy, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him. The voice was not loud and was calm without any extra emotional fluctuations.

"'Please come with me to the ends of the earth,' what a frivolous thing to say..."

Miss Jasmine appeared behind Ryan at some point, and asked with a smile:

—"Do you say this to every girl you meet?"

Ryan was drenched in sweat.

Chapter 15 The Death of Ryan!

"Oh, Ms. Helen, please come with me to the ends of the earth—"

Miss Jasmine vividly imitated Ryan's words.

Although she was smiling, there was no emotion in her smile. Her light gray eyes were fixed on Ryan, devoid of feeling, so clear that they reflected the boy's image.

"Young Master Ryan, do you say this to every girl you meet...?"

Ryan was sweating profusely.

For some reason, even though Miss Jasmine was smiling, the pressure Ryan felt from her was more terrifying than when facing a three-ring paladin.

I didn't feel this much pressure even when we were fighting.

Ryan planned to use his 'visualization' talent to visualize Miss Jasmine as a fake target.

He was a very shy, innocent, and pure little boy. Whenever he talked to a girl, he would first imagine her as a fake target, which would relieve his stress and make his thoughts clear.

Calm down and think about how to make it up.

"You seem to be thinking something very impolite."

Jasmine had practically grown up with Ryan, and she could tell what he was thinking just by glancing at his expression.

She gave them no chance at all, taking a quick step forward, rapidly closing the distance between them until their breaths almost mingled.

Miss Jasmine stood on tiptoe, looking down at Ryan with her head tilted to one side, her long, dark hair cascading down to one side, the strands brushing against the boy's cheek, making him feel slightly itchy.

The two were very close, so Ryan dared not use his visualization.

After all, nobody wants to be face-to-face with a fake target.

"Please look into my eyes."

“Tell me the truth.” Jasmine looked at him.

Ryan had come up with a plan, so he said, “Miss Jasmine, I don’t treat every girl like this. Besides, Knight Helen is taller than me, a full 1.9 meters. In my heart, she’s not a girl, she’s just a man.”

[The curse of ignorance and delusion: Your words will have a certain chance of being misunderstood]

Jasmine instantly understood what Ryan meant; he did this not only to every girl, but also to every man!

He might prefer a tall, muscular man to a petite girl?

Jasmine was somewhat incredulous. "Do you treat every creature like this? You sweet-talk them into coming to the border, then lure them there to make money for you, and finally squeeze them dry?"

What the hell?

"...You're making it sound like you're involved in a park scam." Faced with this inappropriate accusation, Ryan firmly denied it, saying, "The industry isn't that small, and I don't want to make money."

He just wants to annoy the players.

Of course, if making money can annoy players, then he can make money too.

"How big is considered big?" Jasmine almost laughed in exasperation. "Want me to introduce you to a few more?"

“Miss Jasmine, if I really take charge of the park, you will at least be a deputy director.”

"And what about Ms. Helen?"

"Team leader, I suppose."

"So you mean I'm special?" Jasmine said sarcastically. "Should I feel honored?"

"That's right, Miss Jasmine."

Ryan nodded.

“If I run the park, you’ll be the deputy director; if I cheat you, you’ll be a swindler; if I kill someone, you’ll be an assailant; if I’m sentenced to death, you’ll be sentenced to life imprisonment. I’m inviting you to do such bad things—even so, I still hope you’ll come with me to the ends of the earth.”

"That's a very dishonest way of speaking."

Jasmine sighed. To maintain her dignity and height, she had been standing on tiptoe for almost two minutes. Wearing small leather boots, her ankles were trembling slightly, and she really couldn't hold on any longer.

She then lowered her feet, bringing her line of sight to be level with Ryan's, or even slightly lower.

Jasmine was unhappy that she was shorter than Ryan, and felt angry. "How can you just admit it like that?"

They won't even coax me?

Hey, if you coax me a little, I might agree.

Miss Jasmine was helpless; she couldn't be coaxed at all. This was definitely a pirate ship.

“I’m just being honest with you,” Ryan said.

He knew that the curse of ignorance and delusion existed, and that making up reasons would easily be misunderstood, so he decided to tell the truth: "As you said, I will use sweet words to deceive every girl, well, even every living being."

"But I won't lie about inviting you."

"I'm definitely not a good person, and what I'm about to do isn't exactly a good thing either."

Ryan looked into Jasmine's eyes. This time he was telling the truth, and the truth cannot be misunderstood. "Even so, I hope you'll be willing to do bad things with me."

This is the truth.

To become a novice village chief, one must go to the Dark Territory and become a 'Witch Apostle,' a dangerous taboo in Eden.

Jasmine was the only person he trusted, so it was better to be open and honest than to try to fool him.

Although it cannot be stated explicitly, at least the risks should be made clear first.

"And then what? You sentence me to death and I to life imprisonment?" Jasmine laughed angrily. She said coldly, "What kind of invitation is that?"

“If you want to refuse, I won’t force you,” Ryan said.

After all, he really didn't intend to do anything good; it's just a pity that such a good entry for Jasmine was wasted.

However, this matter is indeed quite hopeless. He went to the Dark Territory against his father's wishes, and his family will definitely not support him anymore.

Penniless, they had no choice but to fight with their bare hands.

In his past life, he was a remnant who pursued strength, but now he is Ryan Luming of the Luming family. He has lived with his father, older brother, older sister, and Miss Jasmine for sixteen years, and these emotions are real.

It just so happens that she has awakened memories of her past life.

This is his true identity.

Rather than identifying as a reincarnated person or a transmigrator, Ryan sees himself as a native of this world, a native with memories of his past life, and this is the only thing that cannot be ambiguous.

This is also one of the reasons why he wanted to drive the players away; he couldn't let so many beasts run rampant in his house.

“You misunderstand me, Mr. Ryan. I did not mean to refuse your invitation.”

Bright spring sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves. Jasmine gently shook her head, her gray eyes reflecting the boy's face. "'I sentence you to death, you sentence me to life imprisonment,' I mean, that's not how you invite someone. Who do you think I am?"

"Saying life imprisonment is really an insult, ha!"

She looked into Ryan's eyes and said calmly, "If you are sentenced to life imprisonment, then I am too."

At the end of March, ivy grew wildly along the walls of Luming's manor, and the shattered glass of the fortress dome shimmered.

In late March, in Luming, the weather hadn't yet turned hot, and the height of summer hadn't arrived. The sunlight was the color of ivy and olive trees. In late March, in Luming, an eighteen-year-old girl said to a sixteen-year-old boy:

"If you are sentenced to death, then I will also be sentenced to death."

“Mr. Ryan Lumin”.

Jasmine looked at Ryan, her pointed ears twitching. Her long, dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, its color blending with the sunlight. She smiled and said, "If that's the case, is the way you invited me the same as with other girls?"

"Then you are indeed different."

Ryan chose to vote; there are no normal humans in Lu Ming's family.

“However, I am a minor, and you are an old auntie,” Ryan said in a desperate attempt to explain. “You will be sentenced to more than me.”

"Oh."

Jasmine smiled and proudly put her hands on her hips.

"Half-elves have a lifespan of five hundred years, so by that standard, I'm still a young girl!"

Holy crap... Ryan was instantly terrified.

Her skill level is too high; I can't beat her.

"So how are you going to invite someone as talented as me?" Jasmine rolled her eyes and emphasized again, "The same as with other girls?"

Ryan was in a dilemma. He took off all his armor, dropped his sword, and was completely empty-handed, with nothing of value left.

Ryan thought for a moment, and finally took out an olive branch.

This branch is the one he used in the training ground.

Despite multiple collisions, the branch remained intact thanks to the perfect protection of the "rebound".

Straight, slender branches wrapped in dark green bark, dotted with a few tiny green leaves. These are branches at the end of March, leaves in spring—ordinary and commonplace, yet the leaves shimmer with a bright light.