Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

"He's worth nurturing; put him on the shortlist for permanent appointment. If he performs exceptionally well in the 'Intelligence Competition' in two days, then make him a permanent employee."

The cult leader nodded, and then said, "It is worth noting that this is a piece of information that is quite unique."

His Excellency the bishop exclaimed in praise: "There's more than one serving!"

The believers were in an uproar: "There are more experts?"

There's even a large portion!

The bishop produced another intelligence report, prominently titled "Revenge Against the Bully Who Bullied Me," and authored by the pen name 'The One Who Stole My Account Was a Pig.'

The believers didn't want to become pigs, so they wouldn't steal his account.

"Is this still Huangwen?" the vice-leader asked doubtfully.

"No."

The cult leader shook his head: "It appears to be an imperial document, but it actually contains hidden secrets."

The cult leaders looked over, their pupils dilating in shock. Although the book's title sounded grand, the entire text was actually:

The use of powerful terms like "yes," "domineering," "madness," "ultimate bullying," and "9 horsepower of dominance," along with the claim of wanting to "eat hot dogs," is truly awe-inspiring.

Even their Gray City is not as insane as the worldview described in this book.

The followers sighed, "Oh no, another one's been tricked."

"Not only that, there's also this one."

His Excellency the Bishop produced another piece of intelligence, which prominently featured the title "My Chemistry Teacher Sells Ice Cream," written under the pen name 'Those Who Stole My Account Are Like the Whole Family.'

The believers all wanted to claim it was written by themselves, each vying to say it was their own work.

"This one is even more masterful," the cult leader exclaimed. "It almost failed to pass the censorship of our Ash Death Cult."

"Unexpectedly, our intelligence competition before the war has attracted so many dark horses all at once."

"Even horror novels wouldn't dare use such a premise."

Holding an intelligence competition during major battles is a tradition of Gray City.

This is both an intelligence competition and a recruitment competition.

The purpose is to attract promising talents.

"really."

The vice-leader nodded and said yes:

"During the competition, the Ash Death Array will generate a corresponding fantasy world based on the given information. The contestants' souls will enter the world to collect mission information before they can leave."

"Those three dare to adopt such a crazy worldview; they're truly ruthless!"

—This is the part Miss May didn't tell Ryan.

It is precisely because the authors have to personally go through the challenges that so many contestants choose to write erotic novels.

The reason why the Night Saintess and the Sleeping Saintess are so famous

It's because they dare to write and act.

Chapter 160 I'm Going to the Pseudo-History World?

"Comfortable."

After finishing writing, Ryan felt refreshed and invigorated.

This pseudo-historical article compiles the shortcomings of netizens from all sides and gathers countless dregs. If we were to use history as a metaphor, it would be the very pinnacle of history!

When he looked at it himself, he felt short of breath, his face flushed, and he was so agitated that he wanted to bang his head against the wall and die.

But once it's written and shown to others, the situation is quite different.

Imagine the reader reviews being delayed, leaving them breathless and flushed, and Ryan felt completely refreshed.

No wonder so many people enjoy compiling history; it's a wonderful thing to have others evaluate it.

Ryan even considered anonymously reporting his own article.

This way, the censors from the Ash Death Cult will be able to review it again.

Not for money or fame, but for revenge against the world.

In short, after finishing writing it, Ryan didn't even bother to check for typos, and immediately sent it out without wanting to look at it for a second longer. After sending it out, he felt completely relieved; no matter what the final result was, it was none of his business anymore.

Ryan walked out the door in a cheerful mood.

Miss Mei is so loyal; she told him the inside story about the competition in advance, and it's so nice to finish the article ahead of time.

Thinking about his competitors rushing to meet the deadline and enjoying their anxious expressions, Ryan felt even more pleased, and a sense of superiority rose within him.

Idiots, go torture yourselves!

He bumped right into Duncan, who was also in a good mood.

He was also in a very good mood.

As the saying goes, 'textual bullying' is also a form of bullying. After hearing the news last night, Duncan immediately worked overtime to create a masterpiece.

Miss Mei is so loyal; she told him the inside story about the competition in advance, and it's so nice to finish the article ahead of time.

Matthew from next door also came out in a cheerful mood.

Miss Mei is truly loyal...

The guard from across the hall also came out in a cheerful mood.

Miss Mei...

The outsourced esoteric practitioners were also in a good mood.

Mei Xiao...

The old man guarding the gate was also in a good mood.

plum...

This morning, the Grey Death believers, from the elderly sweeping the streets to the officially registered cult members, were all in high spirits. The feeling of being ahead of others was simply too good to pass up.

They exchanged a glance, and seeing the oblivious and smug expressions on the faces of those around them, they sneered inwardly.

Idiots, just wait and see as you frantically rush to meet the deadline.

Enjoy your happiness now, but you won't be laughing after you receive the news.

They all thought to themselves.

A letter arrived informing them that the cultists in the Twilight Forest camp were to assemble at headquarters, as there was important news to announce.

They already knew the contents of the message.

All the Tantric practitioners were secretly overjoyed, but outwardly they pretended to be calm so that others wouldn't notice.

This is Ryan's second time going to Graydead City.

The sky was still hazy and gray, the buildings of the abandoned old city were still rusty, covered in mist and unable to let the sunlight shine through, the entire densely packed city was shrouded in a hazy hue.

It's the same stupid security guard again.

"name?"

He asked again.

"The one who stole my account is a dog," Ryan said through gritted teeth.

"The person who stole my account is an idiot."

"May the whole family of whoever stole my account die."

After registering, the three of them entered the city and headed straight for the Papacy of Ash Death.

Whether in his past life or this one, this is Ryan's first time entering the Gray Death Church, which is the core of Gray Death City.

The City of Ashes was originally called the City of Radiance. The Ashes Church was once the site of the Radiance Church, but its former glory has died, and everything is now shrouded in gloom. The church was quite large, with a front courtyard, a central courtyard, and a rear courtyard, and a cluster of churches of various sizes, totaling as many as twenty.

It's even bigger than Daohua Town.

Ryan roughly estimated that, in the game, Rice Flower Town would have 100G, and the Gray Death Church would have a whopping 200G.

Playing through a 200GB map is incredibly fun.

As a seasoned player, Ryan has already begun to consider how to conquer this papacy.

He seemed quite relaxed.

To put it bluntly, this was just an ordinary essay competition. Although he really wanted to die while writing the essay, it was so disgusting, but there was no major danger involved.

However, he had already received the questions a day in advance and finished writing them.

And these clueless idiots still have to rush to the deadline, Miss Mei is really something.

"Honorary Saintess, your move was truly brilliant."

At this very moment, in the upper echelons of the Vatican, the archdeacon observed this group of believers from the Twilight Forest and exclaimed with genuine praise:

"The competition officially started yesterday, but you deliberately told the cultist that it started today, and that you only told him."

"In order to gain an advantage and stay ahead of their competitors, they wrote and submitted their article on the first day."

"The completion rate of the Twilight Forest outpost is the highest and fastest among all outposts."

This is similar to the principle behind elementary school students doing their summer homework.

They only have two days to do their homework.

It's either the first day before summer vacation starts or the last day before summer vacation ends.

Miss Mei was smug. She was a shrewd strategist. Now she knew how powerful this witch was. Doing this kind of thing was a piece of cake for her.

"So..." Miss Mei coughed lightly, trying to appear useful and not just a figurehead: "Has Gray City considered renewing its subscription for another month?"

"Hmm..." The vice-leader fell into thought. "By the way, could you also tell those new outsourced members that they're entering the fantasy world tonight?"

"certainly....?"

Miss Mei nodded. She found the competition very interesting. The authors entered the worlds they wrote to complete intelligence missions, and the first and second place winners were determined based on the difficulty of the worlds.

This technology appeared in the last 'design competition'.

The seeded players who come to win the championship, such as the Night Saintess and the Sleeping Saintess, will all have a world view with extremely high intensity.

And the sperm donors who came to enjoy the good life wrote a beautiful imperial worldview.

It served multiple purposes: rewarding the troops and selecting talent.

Miss Mei meticulously conceived the epic masterpiece "The Hunger of the Holy Son," and her intelligence mission was to collect legendary recipes.

By the way, did she tell Ryan and the others...?

Melanie frowned. She had been engrossed in the planning of her masterpiece last night and wondered if she had explained things clearly. She should have, right?

But it's okay even if I didn't say anything.

Anyway, Ryan is the smartest kid, his mind is full of sexual repression, he would never mistreat himself.

Miss Mei thought to herself.

...

The church bells rang three times, and the previously noisy worshippers quieted down.

"Fellow believers."

Almost everyone is here.

The bishop looked around, coughed, and delivered an important speech:

"As you all know, in a few days, we will be engaged in the final battle with Chuguang City."

"As is tradition, we hold an intelligence competition before the final battle, hoping that everyone can demonstrate their true strength in the world they have created."

"Finally, before the competition begins, I would like to wish all of you talented individuals the best of luck—"

"His life ended prematurely, everything went wrong, he was lonely and destitute, his family was destroyed, and his fate was full of hardship, with little time to reunite with others!"

As is customary, the bishop delivered a blessing speech and announced the official start of the competition.