Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

The witch announced triumphantly.

Chapter 157 Ryan Lumin's Fanfiction Contest

What solutions can you think of?

Ryan didn't believe her.

What can be done about a mere rotten apple that can't be helped?

Melanie was very unhappy with Ryan's attitude.

She raised an eyebrow: "Show some respect to the Honorary Saintess of Graydead City!"

"Honorary Saintess?" Ryan asked, "Why did the Honorary Saintess steal my alt account?"

The alt account Ryan was referring to was the one he won first place in the Gray City design contest with the phrase "Idiot, open the door for your dad." As soon as he left, that account was stolen by the despicable Melanie.

When this matter was brought up, the Honorary Saintess of Graydead City became even more self-righteous.

"What do you mean by 'stolen'?"

She said matter-of-factly, "I won this fair and square."

Miss Mei countered by accusing Ryan: "Who told you to run away after winning first place and not even collect your prize money? If I hadn't used your account, the prize money would have been wasted."

There are other rewards?

Ryan blinked.

“Wait, isn’t the first place prize ‘the right to see death’?” Ryan asked.

“How could that be?” Melanie said. “Given the fanaticism these believers have for death, would they give such an honor to outsiders like you?”

"The prize for first place is: being able to make one reasonable request."

Ryan thought about it and realized it was true.

The Death Apostle he encountered was probably not an official from Graydead City.

Upon hearing that the reward was the 'right to see death,' Ryan thought he had been exposed and was about to be killed, so he grabbed Duncan and Matthew and ran away, completely ignoring the whole thing.

"Humph."

Melanie looked smug: "After you ran away, do you know how fierce the competition was? There were about a hundred contestants who said they were 'idiots who opened the door for your dad,' and half the street was fighting over that idiot title."

"The designer competition was directly modified into an unrestricted fighting competition."

"In the end, I won."

"Now you understand how great I am, right?"

Ryan nodded, he understood: "So, if you had asked for 'Fairy Spring Water' as a reward back then, we wouldn't be in this mess now?"

“...That’s true.” Melanie paused, then fell silent.

What were your requests at the time?

"...I demanded that they build me a church that matches my witch-like demeanor."

Melanie guiltily looked away: "Then they built a cafeteria for me."

"You're more trouble than you're worth!" Ryan was furious and disappointed. "And you call yourself the heir to hunger?"

“I didn’t know at the time.” Miss Mei said with dissatisfaction, as if her tail had been stepped on. “In short, as compensation, I’ve come up with a plan to get the Fairy Spring water.”

"Aren't you the dignified Honorary Saintess?"

Ryan asked, something he had always been curious about: "Given your status in Graydead City, you could have just asked for the elven spring water, right? Did you need a plan?"

When this matter was brought up, Ms. Mei fell silent.

Ryan stared intently at her.

“I can’t just take advantage of my status,” she replied. “Although I am a noble saintess, I cannot overstep the rules just because of my status.”

"Miss Mei."

"Ah."

“We’ve known each other for so long, and I’ve never lied to you.” Ryan stared at her.

"Well...."

Faced with the aggressive questioning, Melanie remained silent for a long time, looked at Ryan, looked up at the sky, her lips trembled for a while, and finally she said quietly, "They canceled the monthly renewal."

"what?"

Melanie turned her face away: "They said they're going to fire me, that all those years of cursing have been completely useless."

Ryan was convinced.

There is something in this world even more of a rip-off than a 'Bilibili premium membership': Ms. Mei's honorary sainthood.

You even managed to lose a secure job!

He now understood why Melanie wanted to return to Chuguang City; she was looking for a new home.

"All right."

Melanie coughed, steer the conversation back on track: "Although they canceled the monthly renewal, this month's fee has already been paid, so I still have some rights to know what's going on."

"Just like the last 'World Design Competition,' Gray City is holding another 'Intelligence Gathering Competition' this time."

"The rules of the Vatican's vote are that whoever gathers the most and most valuable intelligence about Ryan can make a request."

"This intelligence gathering is to prepare for the decisive battle with Chuguang City a week from now."

Ryan's eyes lit up. Although Miss Mei's value was not as high as a Bilibili membership, she had still played a role.

He knows his intelligence best.

"That's why we're making such a big fuss now."

Ryan nodded. No wonder they were recruiting so many skilled undercover agents; they all wanted to infiltrate Chuguang City to gather intelligence and win the championship...

"That's right, just as you guessed."

Miss Mei nodded: "That's why we're recruiting writers with excellent writing skills this time, all of whom are there to compile intelligence to win the championship."

"etc...."

Ryan interrupted her, "What the heck? Isn't this supposed to be an undercover competition? How did it turn into an essay contest?"

"Outsider, these are all established rules. Is this your first day at Wuguangling?"

Miss Mei glanced at Ryan: "The intelligence you've gathered is so dry and boring, why would the bishops bother to look at it?"

"But we, on the other hand, relied on our literary talent to compose it word by word."

The difference in quality is immediately apparent!

Ryan was convinced by this well-reasoned logic, so much so that he subconsciously overlooked the bombshell news that 'Grey City will have a decisive battle with Light City in a week.'

They hired writers to compile battle reports, and the lower levels wrote letters to the higher-ups. Gray City was a place where everyone, from top to bottom, was courting death.

But this is actually quite reasonable.

After all, for death cultists, the value of life lies in courting death.

"So..." Ryan said expressionlessly, "your plan is to win this essay contest?"

“That’s right.” Miss Mei nodded: “As long as we win the top three, we can make one reasonable request.”

"The champion, on the other hand, can have their book published and even get the opportunity to have it adapted into a stage play."

You even sold the copyright.

Ryan was furious. "Anyone selling the copyright to battle reports?"

"you mean..."

Ryan took a deep breath: "There are thousands of writers in the entire Gray City, and they're all writing fanfiction based on my work?"

“Oh, no, that’s not it,” Miss Mei said.

Ryan's expression softened slightly.

"The call for submissions won't be announced until tomorrow, and it will last for three days." Miss Mei proudly put her hands on her hips, looking like she had 'my information network is really good.' "I got the inside information in advance."

"So you still have to write!"

Ryan was furious: "It's completely useless."

"At least you have one more day to prepare your drafts than others."

Melanie explained, with reason and evidence, Ryan’s advantages over others.

You should feel fortunate.

Chapter 158 The Ash Death Bishop: "How did he know?"

To be honest...

Miss Mei chuckled softly, "I've already started writing."

Ryan then remembered that Miss Mei was also a literary giant, and the Shadow Tower Library was full of the witch's masterpieces, the culmination of a century of repression.

She pulled out a booklet titled "The Fall of the Holy Son".

It's about Ryan Luming, a little culinary genius, who in the latest chapter has already started cooking for death.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, this opponent is not simple."

Melanie said seriously, "You can't be careless."

"For example, both the Holy Maidens of the Eternal Slumber Sect and the Night Sect were mobilized. They are no ordinary people; besides the two of us, they also received advance notice."

Ryan had heard people mention before that these two guys had stolen Duncan and Matthew's alternate accounts, and their skills were quite profound.

"These two holy sons, one skilled at writing bedtime fairy tales, the other at writing nighttime horror stories, are both masters in their respective fields."

So, they got their saintly positions by writing novels?

"What exactly do you mean by bedtime fairy tales?" Ryan asked.

“Stories that help you sleep,” Melanie analyzed. “In layman’s terms, it’s royal literature.”

Ryan's face darkened; he was the main character in this whole affair.

"And what about nighttime horror stories?" Ryan asked.

“A terrifying ghost story,” Melanie analyzed. “For death cultists, it’s also royal scripture.”

So, they got their positions as saintesses by writing imperial edicts?

Seeing Ryan's dismissive expression, Miss May warned him:

"Don't underestimate these two. They are known as the 'Apostles of the Ancient Gods.' Their tastes are so exotic that even the Death Church finds them strange. You're really lucky to have the chance to be their protagonist."

For some reason, Ryan felt a chill run down his spine.

"In short, you should start writing."

After saying that, Miss Mei went to work on her masterpiece.

This esoteric sect is not a place for normal people.

Ryan is numb.

He's really in a dilemma now.

Even if Ryan doesn't write this fanfiction, someone else will, and they'll only write something even more outrageous.

The champion could even have his book published, and there might even be a chance to adapt it into a live-action stage play. If that happens, Quan Wuguang will lead a tour, and Lu Mingjia's reputation will be ruined.

If he doesn't make it up, someone else will.

It would be better if he wrote it himself; at least then he could control it a bit more.

But when it came to writing, Ryan hesitated for a long time, and the ink in his quill pen almost solidified into small clumps, yet he still couldn't write a single word.

He has absolutely no inspiration. No one can write fanfiction with such eloquence as him. In his current state, it's impossible for him to beat the thousands of writers in Gray City.

Not to mention defeating those two ancient god apostles.