Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Miss Mei clutched her stomach, her fingers trembling as she pointed at Matthew, about to invoke the 'hunger' power she had once used against the Bear King.

Let this guy taste what kind of shit he is.

"...Am I really that smelly?" Matthew was in despair.

"A brilliant name," Duncan exclaimed in admiration.

Look at this level of bullying, it's much worse than 'You're as bad as a pie baked by my grandma'.

Only Ryan panicked. This was no joke. Although Miss May's status was low, she was still a genuine witch. Once the curse was activated, Matthew would eat himself.

That won't do.

Matthew is Ryan's employee, and Ryan hasn't been paid yet this month.

"Hurry up, there's stinky tofu and thick soup fished out of the toilet."

Ryan grabbed Melanie's index finger and covered her mouth and nose at the same time: "I'll use my sea salt tart to stop her!"

Oh.

Duncan thought to himself that the nickname "sea salt egg tart" was no longer very effective; it seemed that Duncan had run out of ideas.

He dragged the desperate Matthew and hurriedly retreated.

After they had both walked away, Melanie's cold voice came from beneath him:

"Let me go, mortal."

She said coldly, "You've overstepped your bounds."

Ryan released his grip and took a few steps back.

Melanie straightened up, turned around, and the evening breeze blew her long, snow-white hair, which was scattered in the air. Her exotic pupils reflected a cold light, and the scar on her eyelid looked like a curse. The witch pointed her finger at Ryan.

"Do you want to die in his place?" Miss Mei said coldly, "For a mere piece of sea salt cake?"

"Don't think you can fool me just because it tastes good." She added at the end.

The identity of the person in front of me is very suspicious, or rather, it's almost obvious.

The scent of one's soul is unique to each person.

Melanie wasn't stupid; she saw things very clearly.

If it really is Ryan who has infiltrated, she will kill him.

As the honorary saintess of the City of the Dead, she stands on the side of the City of the Dead, while Ryan is the enemy of the City of the Dead.

Just being pointed at made Ryan feel a strong sense of life and death crisis. He had felt this unease from the withered princess before, but the feeling was even stronger now.

With just a flick of her finger, Ryan would devour himself.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Ryan's forehead.

To reiterate, Melanie may have a low social standing, but she is still a genuine witch. Witches have values ​​that differ from ordinary people; they can change their tune in an instant, and when they say they'll kill, they really mean it.

As Melanie said, all mortals were just dishes on a recipe to her.

He had to figure out how to save himself and think from the witch's value system.

Three seconds later, Ryan figured out the answer.

"Does Graydeep City make this Bear King's Paw?" Ryan asked.

Melanie remained silent for a moment.

To be honest, she asked herself, if she threw this bear king's paw into the kitchen of Gray City, it would most likely be cooked into a culinary disaster like 'bear paw toenail stewed with evil god's foot skin,' and perfectly good ingredients would be wasted.

Such a wasteful act is worse than killing her.

"So?" Miss Mei asked.

“I can cook,” Ryan said. “Have you heard of [Braised Bear Paw with Spirit Rice]? I can make it. I’ll invite you to eat with me when it’s done.”

He is very confident in his cooking skills; if it doesn't taste good, he can add some traditional Chinese medicine seasoning.

Melanie certainly knew this famous dish. The bear paw was soft and tender, and the spirit rice was fragrant. One bite could replenish one's strength. This famous dish was even included in her book "The Forbidden Book of the Night".

She cleared her throat, swallowed subtly, and coughed, "Even if you could make it, do you have the ingredients?"

It was just a piece of sea salt cake, which smelled nice and soft, but they actually tried to fool her.

"I have both bear paw and spirit rice."

Ryan said, directly contradicting himself: "The only thing missing is the Elven Spring, but it has been maliciously seized by the villains of Graydead City!"

His flavor remains unchanged.

Melanie could tell that Ryan wasn't lying; every word he said came from the heart.

Melanie nodded. The sea salt cake in front of her probably wasn't the sea salt cake from Chuguang City, and it might not be Ryan's anymore. Who says the soul flavor has to be unique? Cakes all over the world are ever-changing; what if it just has a different flavor?

You can only deduce spies when you're full.

Let's put this matter aside for now, eat the braised bear paw and spirit rice, and then deal with his problem.

Gray City, on the other hand, occupies the Elf Spring and serves terrible cuisine; it is truly a heinous crime!

Miss Mei lowered her finger and nodded.

"I'll take care of the spiritual spring!"

In just thirty seconds, the loyal and honorable saintess betrayed her again.

Chapter 151 Add some more projects for my brother

The next day, early in the morning.

Yesterday's battlefield has been cleared away, and sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves of the forest at dusk, turning into warm green patches. The air in the forest is fresh.

Ryan got up very early in the morning.

Even with the important mission of infiltrating, Ryan never forgot his daily morning exercise.

Before the morning glow had faded, Ryan had already run two laps around the forest.

[Marathon runner: 1]

Since the entry for "robed athlete" was upgraded to "marathon athlete," Ryan runs without getting out of breath or experiencing back pain.

In Eden, unlocking a new profession also grants you a useful part-time perk.

[Marathon runners: Running on the track reduces energy expenditure by 3%]

Marathons alone are not enough; Ryan aspires to become an all-terrain long-distance runner so that he can adapt to any combat scenario.

For example, he started practicing cross-country running in the forest in the last few days.

[Trail runners: Running on meadows increases speed by 5%]

[Progress: 0 (Entry not unlocked)]

In the past, the professional term 'cross-country runner' could also be considered a top-tier one.

Countless players grinded day and night.

Although the speed boost is limited to running only in the forest, which seems useless, the definition of 'meadow' is quite subtle; any place with grass is considered a meadow.

If you can't find any woodland, then create one yourself.

You can also learn Druid's 'Vine' spell, and place it under your feet while running. This way, you can get a free 5% movement speed bonus, while the pursuer will be affected by the vines and have their movement speed reduced by 5%.

With each back and forth, the relative movement speed between the player and the pursuer increased by a full ten percent.

But Lion is not a druid, and he doesn't know vine magic.

But he had even more wicked uses for it.

Ryan looked at his right foot. His shoe sole was covered with a thick layer of vines, and every step felt like walking on a soft meadow. Running on any terrain would activate the 'Trail Runner Trait,' increasing his speed by five percent.

He then looked at his left foot, where the sole had been coated with asphalt, which activated the 'marathon runner's' characteristic, reducing energy consumption by three percent.

Ignoring the terrain, they enjoyed the benefits of both the meadow and the running track.

Everything is ready.

Ryan runs with even more energy, and he'll try to get the 'trail runner' tag up as soon as possible.

But to truly unlock this job attribute, being a trainer isn't enough; you also need a life-or-death epiphany.

After running the third lap, Ryan stopped after passing the cells where the players were being held, and decided to take a look.

Players are currently undergoing the ordeal of being "seduced by a honey trap".

Ryan was quite reluctant; he really didn't want these players to get any benefits.

But at the same time, he also believed in the aesthetics of the Ash Death cultists.

As soon as Ryan stepped into the cell, he heard his uncle's terrified screams.

"Go to hell with you, just kill me! Aaaaaah!"

"No!"

"You...you don't come any closer..."

"My live stream is about to be banned!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

They're playing so intensely that they've driven the live stream room crazy!

"Hello," Ryan hurriedly asked the jailer at the gate, "Wasn't it supposed to be a honey trap? Why is he shouting so loudly?"

Could she be a beauty according to Dei's aesthetic standards?

“Yes,” the Grey Death cultist said, his face serious. “We’ve chosen the most beautiful women in the city, the ideal type. Many cultists don’t even have the chance to be this lucky.”

"What is the definition of an ideal type in the eyes of you death cultists?"

Looking at the horrific scene inside, Ryan couldn't help but ask.

Even in Luming, different sects have different ideal types and even sexual fetishes due to their different beliefs.

For example, the Druid sect has a fondness for people in a vegetative state.

Alchemists have a thing for mechanical girls.

The followers of Radiance have a fondness for naked women.

Lightning mages like lolis.

"It's very simple, the same as Lu Ming's side."

Men like to talk about fetishes, and he said with a grin, "Among our four cursed factions, the ideal type of the War Cult is a crazy yandere, the ideal type of the Hunger Cult is a skinny beauty, the ideal type of the Plague Cult is a biochemical mother, and the ideal type of us Death Cult is naturally related to 'death'."

"So you guys like dead women?"

Ryan's lips twitched. So they're all necrophiliacs?

“Wrong,” the cultist said seriously. “We are not the kind of shallow people who like everything.”

Ryan's expression softened slightly.

"A mundane way of dying is ugly."

Finally, he added, "The more gruesome the death, the more beautiful it is. There's a saying that goes, 'beautiful, strong, and tragic,' which is where that idea comes from."

"The crime scene is our matchmaking corner, and the morgue is our nightclub."

"And what lured these lightless people were the fifty most tragically killed beauties in recent years."

Ryan was filled with awe.

He approached the cell and saw his uncle trembling in a corner, terrified.

He's a grown man, but he's scared like a child.

The one responsible for seducing him was a female corpse that had been drowned for many years.

Having been pulled from the seabed, her entire body was swollen and gigantic from being soaked in seawater. At this moment, she was giving her uncle a deep, affectionate look, unwrapping the body bag and flaunting her charm.

In addition, Eden's VR picture quality is extremely realistic, truly lifelike.

"Ouch, I'll go."