Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

The old man yelled, "I almost threw up my dinner the night before: 'What happened to the honey trap? How did it turn into a horror game?'"

Several red SCs (likely referring to special offers or promotional messages) appeared in the live stream chat, indicating that the stream was about to be banned.

The audience enjoyed the final revelry:

"Why are you chickening out?"

"Didn't you confidently say yesterday that you could resist the temptation of a honey trap?"

"A spineless coward."

The old man pointed at the lifelike female ghost and cursed wildly at the live streamer: "This fucking thing can get people hard? You try getting hard and stand up straight!"

He then posted in the live chat:

"I'm all better now, how about you?"

"If there's no time, this is it."

"The tough guys in our live stream can fly."

The old man wasn't going to waste his breath on these guys. He actually wanted to quit the game and re-enter, but even after quitting and re-entering, he was still stuck here, facing a giant female corpse, and hadn't been able to return to the respawn point at all.

From the perspective of the Tantric practitioners, the old man was frightened into fainting and then woke up.

The old man was convinced; this was a dead file!

“Each one of them is a stunning beauty, and their deaths would be enough to fill dozens of chapters of a detective novel.”

The cultists proudly introduced that their services were all professional, and they were the top performers in the Gray City.

Apart from the old man, every player has a beautiful woman to enjoy, and they die in all sorts of bizarre and colorful ways, from dismemberment and poisoning to burning and bleeding to death.

The only way out is to be killed.

The players watched eagerly as Ryan walked in, their eyes lighting up as if they had seen a savior.

Sure enough, although they betrayed Ryan, Lord Ryan would not abandon them.

Ryan is a loyal and righteous man.

"Kill me! Kill me now!"

The players shouted at Ryan, their eyes welling up with tears.

Ryan gazed at the players' pained and desperate expressions, deeply moved. He couldn't imagine what they had suffered last night. You really... have suffered.

He was a loyal and righteous man, and he was especially devoted to his brothers.

"Can I subscribe to your special service for a month? Do you offer in-home service?"

Ryan immediately turned to the jailer, and said with righteous indignation and generosity:

"I'll add some more money and get some more projects for my brother!"

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"We offer legitimate services; our staff are all young ladies hired from the morgue of a proper funeral home."

"This is called a 'coffin cleaner,' you know? Monthly contracts are available, but there are no special talents required."

The Ash Death cultists righteously and firmly rejected Ryan's proposal:

"If you want this kind, you'll have to go to the mass graves in the suburbs and dig them up. They're full of prostitutes there."

A male prostitute... a coffin maker?

“…”

Ryan was speechless. The service industry in Graydead City is actually quite well-organized.

Compared to the aesthetics of the Death Believers, the Dei aesthetics are even rather bland; at least the latter are breathable.

The Land of No Light is truly a gathering place for gods and men. Even a heavyweight like Gray Death City is only a third-tier city.

Seeing the players looking terrified, he fell into deep thought.

The Death Cult gave him a new idea: he could add some horror elements to Beginning Light City. If that wasn't enough, he could simply transform Beginning Light City into a terrifying ghost town in the third closed beta test a week later!

The first closed beta test of Eden was a death game, the second was a farming game, and the third was a horror game.

After the second closed beta test, the players attracted were all drawn to the heartwarming farming experience, and Ryan gave them another surprise.

Horror games generally don't sell well, and their dropout rate is among the highest.

Even the most popular film in recent years, Resident Evil 30, had to bring back older characters to break even. For example, Leon is 85 years old this year and has to return to Raccoon City four times to fight centenarian zombies.

Besides that, all the horror games released this year have flopped.

The reason is simple: VR technology has become so realistic that few players dare to play it.

Ryan thought it over and over and felt it was going to work. The most urgent thing was to hire some scary ghosts from Gray Dead City and stuff them into Light City.

If everyone in Chuguang City has betrayed us, then the ghosts of Huisi City can betray us too.

Besides obtaining the 'Fairy Spring Water', Ryan had a second goal.

"Kill me! Kill me!"

The players had no idea what Ryan said when he lowered his head. All they wanted to do was commit suicide and be resurrected, but their hands and feet were shackled, so they couldn't even do it.

The legendary investigator was filled with regret.

When the cultists came to handcuff him, he chuckled and said, "Wow, there's such a forced way to play... That's too extreme."

They cooperated quite well.

After enduring so much electronic torture in Eden, I've finally made it to the honey trap!

Amidst a chorus of cries of "I want to watch too!", "Why are you hoarding your food?", and "No!", the legendary investigator resolutely shut down the live stream, deciding to enjoy the show all to himself.

The boomerang finally hit him.

Now, all that's left is regret.

The old man next door could relieve his fear by arguing with the live streamers, but he could only stare blankly at a female corpse with twisted limbs and hair dragging on the ground, looking like Sadako.

"What are you going to do?" the legendary investigator asked fearfully.

“Yes,” the female corpse replied.

"let me out!"

The legendary investigator cried out, "Let me out! Ask me whatever you want! I'll confess everything! I'll tell you everything!"

"But this batch of prisoners is truly tough."

The jailer's tone shifted, and he said with a solemn expression, "In the past, when we used this honey trap to deal with other heretics, they would confess everything in half a quarter of an hour, but these people without light remain unyielding."

"I have never seen such a person with such strong backbone and such loyalty."

"To be able to train such loyal soldiers," he remarked, "Lyan Luming is not to be underestimated."

"But didn't they say they confessed everything?" Ryan asked curiously, pointing at the players who were practically begging to reveal their underwear.

"Ha, you'd be naive to believe that. Outsourcing is just outsourcing."

The jailer slammed a pile of player testimonies onto Ryan: "It's all nonsense, misinformation, they're deliberately messing with us!"

Ryan glanced at them briefly; they were all genuine.

He even wrote down clearly when he ran and when he ate.

"These confessions."

The cultist revealed a knowing look: "The information gathered from the undercover agents in Graydeep City—apart from the well-known fact that 'Lane is an orphan without a mother,' nothing matches up!"

Ryan's face darkened.

Is it possible that the undercover agents in your Gray City are actually undercover agents in my City of Light?

These players are the real traitors.

"You still dare to make things up! You're still spouting nonsense!"

"This is your last chance."

Seeing that the legendary investigator was still rambling, the jailer got angry: "You don't even know that Ryan has a horse face, let's get someone who dies even more horribly, give me more pressure! Give me a six-month package."

Finally, he added, "No skincare or perfume containing 'formaldehyde' is allowed."

In the Gray City, was formaldehyde originally a perfume?

"You are a just and upright official."

The legendary investigator cried out, "I really didn't make this up, every word is true!"

He had originally planned to abandon this storyline and log off to avoid the limelight, but upon hearing that he would be imprisoned for six months, the legendary investigator was filled with despair.

What's the difference between this and banning him for six months?

"I'm not lying to you, the person next to you is Ryan Lumin himself!" A player directly started selling Ryan, which drew scorn from many Ryan fans around him.

But this is only human nature.

At this moment, their will to survive and their filial piety are battling fiercely.

"Are you Ryan?" the jailer asked Ryan.

“No,” Ryan replied. “My name is Cavens.”

"He says he isn't." The jailer was furious: "He's still lying."

The players were dumbfounded.

"This is your last chance, or it'll be six months." The jailer has been the champion of interrogation for several years in a row, he can't afford to lose like this.

"What do you want to ask..." The legendary investigator complied: "I'll admit to everything."

"Is Ryan Luming the horse's head?" the jailer asked.

"Yes, he's awesome." The player replied, "Kill me."

"Haha," Ryan laughed.

.....

"Has he awakened a blessing called 'Many Children, Many Blessings'?" the jailer asked.

“Yes, he’s really lucky.” The player replied, “Kill me.”

"Huh?" Ryan's smile vanished.

He quickly asked the jailer, "Where did you hear about this?"

"Of course, it originated from Lu Mingcheng's classified information."

The jailer was smug, but don't underestimate his intelligence network: "This was stolen directly from Grand Duke Lawrence's letters by an inside traitor!"

"Living a Relaxed and Slow-Paced Life with Miss Elf, Part One," contains a detailed and realistic record of Ryan's daily life!

"Everyone in Gray City knows about this."

With Archduke Lawrence's certification, this intelligence is absolutely genuine.

Ryan's eyelids twitched.

"And the testimonies of the Lightless don't match the contents of this document at all! Not even the Elf Lady! They're definitely playing a trick on us."

The jailer was filled with righteous indignation.

Ryan's eyelids twitched violently; he should have known.

Since these guys can find information in joke books like the dwarf's "Book of Hatred," they can certainly find information in Jasmine's toilet paper book, "Slow Life."

To say that the Secret Order's intelligence network was rubbish is an understatement; they were able to steal Grand Duke Lawrence's confidential letters.

To be honest, the intelligence network of the cultists is amazing; they treat toilet paper like a treasure.

This toilet paper isn't just about toilets; it's not just about sexual repression. It's also full of Ryan's dark history and records all sorts of bizarre remarks.

“Wait a minute.” Ryan realized the key point: “You just said, ‘Everyone in Graydead City knows about this piece of junk’?”

"Yes, as the saying goes, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.'"

The jailer replied matter-of-factly, "We printed this intelligence into booklets and distributed them all over the city; sales were pretty good."