Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Ryan spent a long time brainstorming, until night fell and dusk was almost over, before he finally came up with an idea.

The idea is simply to copy other people's ideas.

Ryan first cast a divine guidance spell on himself, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself several times before finally mustering the courage to open the Eden game forum.

The forum was now filled with the insightful opinions of various scholars.

Ryan almost couldn't breathe after just reading the first hot post on the forum.

"On Why the Lightless Are Descendants of the Gods of Eden"

Cow batch.

It has to be the Chinese internet that has the bigger picture.

While other saints and saints are still thinking about writing erotic novels, we've already upgraded our status to that of gods.

Are gods considered gods?

He wanted to see how these outrageous claims were made.

Why is it said that the Lightless Ones are likely descendants of the gods of Eden?

"Many netizens may object, saying that our players are just as annoying as the server, so they can't possibly be descendants of the gods, but all of this is based on reason and evidence."

"This is the truth I have come to after observing all the plot settings of Eden."

“Since the ones without light are called ‘without light,’ it proves that we were once ‘with light.’ Light is a sacred symbol. So where has our light gone?”

"Without a doubt, it was stolen by the orcs of the secret cult."

“Not only was the ‘light’ stolen, but all the knowledge of the ancestors of the Lightless was stolen by the orcs. Only the most important ‘Lu Ming Canon’ was disguised as a sword manual and thus passed down.”

"And Ryan Lumin is the leader of the gods who inherited the 'Lumin Codex'. He is going to lead us to defeat the evil orcs. But at this time, the orcs' allies, the 'elves', invaded the City of Light and tried to steal our 'Lumin Codex'."

Ryan laughed when he saw it.

Although the entire idea was nonsense, what made Ryan laugh even more were the idiots resonating in this forum.

"I see."

"It matches up, it matches up again."

"Actually, the background story of 'Eden' is based on our reality!"

How come the genes of these pseudo-historical idiots haven't been eradicated by 2062?

It seems that low-level conspiracy theories are most effective at fooling idiots.

Ryan nodded. What a coincidence! Everyone in Graydead City was an idiot.

In short, I copied this post first.

It's certainly a good gimmick, suitable for writing novels.

Of course, Ryan couldn't simply copy all the settings and continue browsing the forums. He would only use his best stitching technique, piecing things together here and there, and that would become his masterpiece.

Of course, he couldn't let the players see what he wrote, lest they shout, "It matches up again!"

To avoid fueling conspiracy theories.

The essay contest lasted for three days, but the players were all locked up in the prison and had no chance to participate.

As for the significance of first place, there's a chance it will be printed into a book, which Ryan isn't worried about.

Because in a week, Gray City will declare war on Light City. There are only two possible outcomes: either Gray City will be destroyed and he will burn all the books here, or Light City will fall, in which case there will be no need to worry about this issue.

Ryan participated in this intelligence writing contest in order to obtain the 'Fairy Spring Water' before the final battle and finally expel the 'Curse of Muscle Weakness'.

Once the curse is gone, Ryan's combat power will at least double.

With the help of the curse that made him forget to eat and sleep, Ryan became incredibly focused on his studies.

Time passed slowly, dusk gradually faded, and the white night spread like frost before Ryan's window. As a professional tailor, he not only had to copy the players' settings, but also the settings of all the games and movies over the past few decades.

Isn't that just bullshit?

Standing behind him are the treasures of humanity's golden age of entertainment.

Ryan Wen's thoughts flowed freely.

After a day of seclusion, I wrote one page at a time and finally finished the first draft, which I sent to the Papacy in Graydead City.

The next day.

The bishop in charge of reviewing the articles read dozens of erotic stories in a row, but his interest waned. This job was truly not for humans; he almost suffered a workplace injury.

After reading this last article, he went to rest.

...

"How did he know our goal was to steal the 'Lu Ming Sword Technique'!"

The bishop stood up in alarm, cold sweat pouring down his back.

"This is top secret!"

Chapter 159 "This kid's writing is too ruthless!"

Gray City, the Secret Church.

The candlelight was dim, and the atmosphere was somber.

Countless pairs of cold, sinister eyes were hidden in the shadows, like venomous snakes lurking in wait.

They were all core members of the Ash Death Cult.

The Ashen-Death Bishop sat solemnly in the center, a man of great authority who had defeated countless competitors to attain this position. He surveyed his surroundings and solemnly delivered an important speech:

Why not use electric lights?

“Your Majesty,” said the adjutant beside him. “This creates a more cult-like atmosphere.”

"Ah, very good."

"And it's also more economical and environmentally friendly," he added.

"Even better."

The bishop nodded in approval, then looked around again before delivering another important speech: "Gentlemen, I stayed up all night reviewing intelligence documents and discovered a major piece of intelligence that is truly outstanding."

The parishioners below changed their expressions drastically and began to whisper among themselves, saying, "No wonder he's the bishop; he stayed up all night reading pornography."

Such dedication, working tirelessly day and night, and sacrificing their lives for their work, truly makes them role models for us all.

The archdeacon's glasses lit up: "Your Majesty, have you discovered some very useful intelligence?"

The archdeacon is a shrewd man who understands people and is good at guessing what the higher-ups want; otherwise, he wouldn't have reached his current position.

He immediately recognized that His Holiness the Bishop had found something useful and wanted to share it with everyone.

After all, he often shared useful tips with the bishop; otherwise, he wouldn't have reached his current position.

The believers below also praised him, saying that he didn't just swallow the good stuff, and that the bishop was a true brother; they had come to the right place with the Ash Death Church.

Generally speaking, perfect scores are not awarded easily.

After all, aesthetics are subjective.

A meeting needs to be held with the experts in the marking team to discuss and evaluate the papers before a score can be given.

An article deserves full marks only if everyone finds it useful.

"Nonsense!"

The bishop pointed at the archdeacon and cursed, "If you keep spouting such nonsense, be careful I don't resurrect your mother!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

The archdeacon was so frightened that he dared not say a word.

Among the various branches of the Death Cult, cursing someone's relatives to resurrect is considered the most vicious curse.

Their bishop, before his fall, was a high priest of Lumin, skilled in resurrection magic.

Anyone who dared to offend his followers would have their entire family's graves found the next day, dug up overnight, and brought back to life—a truly terrifying sight.

It was precisely because of this extraordinary resurrection technique that he ascended to the position of bishop.

"You bunch of good-for-nothings, wishing yourselves long lives, boundless happiness, numerous descendants, and joyous family reunions!"

The bishop abruptly stood up, pointed at all the Ash Death believers in the hall, and began to hurl insults, angrily rebuking them: "See for yourselves!"

He slammed the crucial intelligence onto the ground.

This is?

Seeing the bishop's serious expression, the archdeacon quickly picked it up and took a look. Just reading the beginning gave him a jolt. The more he read, the more his brows furrowed, and the more alarmed he became. He couldn't help but read it aloud:

"Ryan Luming's grades weren't very good when he was a child..."

"cough."

His Excellency coughed and snatched the book back from the engrossed archdeacon, clearly furious and confused, having grabbed the wrong book.

"it is this."

He flipped through the files and took out the novel that Ryan had submitted the night before.

Still savoring the moment, the archdeacon patted his cheeks to clear his mind, then took the book back and read it again: "The Death Cult's goal is to steal the 'Lu Ming Grand Canon,' disguised as a sword manual..."

"The Mage Group..."

"The gods and the beastmen..."

His expression grew increasingly serious.

Although most of it was incomprehensible, the reason why the Gray Death Cult attacked Chuguang City was indeed to steal the "Lu Ming Sword Technique".

Ever since the news of that young man from the Lu Ming family arriving in Wuguang Territory spread, the Gray Death Sect has been eyeing him covetously and observing him in secret.

It wasn't until Ryan used the "Dawn Break" move in Daohua Town that they confirmed he had learned the Lu Ming Sword Technique.

Then they prepared to make their move.

They had previously sent three deacons and one honorary saintess to steal the "Lu Ming Sword Technique".

Unfortunately, the three deacons were never found, and the honorary saintess gained three pounds.

Some conspiracy theorists suspect that Melanie actually ate the lich, vampire, and chimera.

It was because of this incident that they decided to cancel the monthly subscription fee for the honorary saint.

“A thousand years ago, our ancestor Lu Ming cut through the twilight at dawn and created this twilight mountain range that blocked the daylight.”

Getting back to the main point, His Holiness the bishop said solemnly:

"As long as we master Lu Ming's sword technique, we can imitate it and cut through the Twilight Mountains again."

But this matter is a closely guarded secret within the secrets of Gray City.

Ordinary esoteric practitioners are not qualified to have access to this information; only the core members of this meeting are able to know about it.

The author of this intelligence appears to be just an outsourced worker, so how did he obtain it?

There's only one answer left.

"This person must have excellent reasoning skills and is a promising talent."

The vice-bishop analyzed, "Being able to deduce the truth from the slightest clues, this intelligence is only a first draft, the writing is rough, and some of the settings are unheard of. Even fantasy novels don't dare to use such settings easily, but the more outrageous it is, the more likely it is to be true."

After reading it, they all felt a sense of satisfaction, like they had just eaten a large portion.

The brain seemed to be strengthened.

This experience was truly exhilarating.

The believers looked solemn. Could it be... that a powerful group of judges was manipulating all of this?

"Hmm, not bad." The followers nodded. "What's this guy's name?"

“‘The person who stole my account is a dog.’”

The pen name sounds very meaningful; believers who don't want to become dogs won't bother to steal his account.

"He's a talented person!" the vice-bishop exclaimed.