Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

This is how the theft of Lu Ming's Great Scripture was successfully completed.

That should be right...?

Ryan hesitated. In short, he decided to wait and see.

With a few simple movements, Ryan was delighted to find that his original rank and physical attributes were still intact. At his current level, beating Helen would be a piece of cake.

Ryan pushed open the door and walked through the corridor and courtyard...

Lu Ming's house was very large. It took Ryan a full hundred minutes to walk there before he pushed open the door and entered.

Damn it.

One hundred minutes!

If Ryan hadn't trained for marathons, he would be looking for a chair to sit on right now. It used to be too much for him to walk to his manor in ten minutes, let alone a hundred minutes.

Why build such a long manor?

The butler looked at Ryan with a helpless gaze. Sigh, he was still the frail young master. He couldn't even walk for a short while. Was the young master really a descendant of the gods?

"Ryan, you've come."

Lawrence's voice came from above the study.

Ryan looked up and was terrified to see that Grand Duke Lawrence was surrounded by layers of halos, making it look like he was about to ascend to heaven.

On his left and right are his older brother and sister, who also have halos.

Ryan looked behind him; there was no circle.

“The Lu family does not keep idle people around. Now that you are sixteen years old, you must leave Lu Ming.”

Ryan was speechless; it turned out the "circle" had been added to his age.

So far, it's still acceptable...

"Have you chosen which star system you want to go to?" Lawrence asked.

Ryan couldn't hold back once he opened his mouth.

He forced himself to say, "...I've decided to go to the Land of No Light."

As soon as Ryan uttered those words, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

"You think you're qualified?"

"Just a piece of trash."

That's right, that's correct.

Ryan found his familiar rhythm; he knew this routine all too well. He skipped the conversation altogether: "Father, I know you don't want me to go to that harsh, cold land... I understand your intentions..."

Before he could finish speaking, Archduke Lawrence blurted out:

"You think you deserve to go to such a wealthy place?"

Ryan opened his mouth, but swallowed back a long string of words.

Fine.

Ryan sighed. He accepted the premise; it seemed that in this pseudo-historical world, everything was the opposite of reality.

"The Land of No Light is adjacent to the Twilight Mountains."

"Our family has been plundering this rich place for a hundred thousand years and we still haven't finished. I haven't had my fill yet, so who are you to take it?"

Ryan hesitated for a long time, but ultimately didn't refute it. Fine, since we're here, let's make the best of it. You guys keep fishing.

“I often say, ‘I am divinely ordained…’” Archduke Lawrence continued with his familiar refrain.

“Wait, isn’t it a divine innate position?” Ryan interrupted.

“I am God,” Archduke Lawrence declared matter-of-factly, “in this world.”

Overwhelmingly powerful!

Ryan complied.

“Everyone has their own talents. For example, your brother went to explore interstellar space, while your sister went to manage the Protoss government.”

"And you, Ryan, were born to become a goddess's plaything!"

Grand Duke Lawrence, his blood boiling, declared, "For the glory of the family, let's go and breed!"

Why is everything here the opposite of reality, except for the matter of breeding?

Ryan felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be that this obsession had transcended reality and reached the point of influencing the world of fantasy?

"Father, please think about it."

Ryan's mind raced. Since that's the case, he decided to use their own words against them: "Someone as weak and useless as me, does that mean I only deserve to go to the richest place in the family?"

Use what Archduke Lawrence said to defeat Lawrence.

"What idiot would think that?"

Grand Duke Lawrence roared in fury: "Who are you trying to fool with this nonsense? Do you think I'm some kind of beastman?"

Only a mentally unstable idiot would say such nonsense.

"That's true."

Ryan wholeheartedly agreed with his point of view and quickly chimed in, "Only an idiot would say that!"

It's a pity that recording can't be done in the fantasy world.

The drowning of his family was the biggest obstacle in Ryan's life.

In any case, the plan cannot be changed.

Please give me a chance.

Ryan said earnestly, "Please let me prove myself!"

Grand Duke Lawrence hesitated for a long time. He wanted to slap Ryan again, but he was afraid that Ryan was too shameless and would hurt his hand, damaging the family's property in the process.

"Bring Helen over."

After pondering for a long time, seeing Ryan's unwavering determination, Lawrence finally relented.

This rebellious son must be taught a lesson.

A moment later, Miss Helen came in.

She was much like her real self, clad in light armor, tall and slender, with golden hair and silver eyes, exuding an imposing aura. A faint halo surrounded her, and she radiated confidence: "My lord, you were looking for me?"

Ryan was overjoyed; this time, the plan was definitely correct.

He's gotten into a rhythm he's good at and familiar with.

As things unfolded, Grand Duke Lawrence made them make a bet: if they could hit Helen with a sword three days later, they would win.

Under Ryan's expectant gaze, Grand Duke Lawrence of this world indeed spoke.

"That arrogant brat..."

He pointed at Ryan and gave the patriarch's highest order to Miss Helen:

"Go and arrange a marriage for him!"

"I order you two to do x right here!"

The Book of the Starving Son, Part One

I am the most wicked witch in history.

The heir to the power of hunger.

I am pretty much that kind of witch. On the surface, I am innocent and naive, but in reality, I am shrewd and cunning. No one in the Lightless Realm can outsmart me because I have already laid out the plans for this world. I am the one in charge, and Ryan is just a side dish.

This world is my dining table.

Having witnessed all the joys and sorrows of life, and tasted all the bitterness and sweetness of life, I have experienced far too much in the past hundred years.

There is nothing new in this world that can catch my eye.

"Ok?"

What is Yu Xiang Rou Si (fish-fragrant shredded pork)?

"Bao...baozi?"

"What's a 'wife cake'? There's no wife in it!"

Mapo tofu? What's tofu?

"What? You're going to treat me to steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, soy sauce chicken, cured meat, preserved pork belly, dried meat, sausages..."

"Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Huaiyang cuisine?"

"...How come I, the esteemed Melanie, have never heard of these dishes before?"

"You made up all those words just now!"

I didn't believe Ryan knew so many dishes I'd never heard of, but judging from his confident expression, he didn't seem to be lying. The smell of him reciting the names of the dishes made me hungry.

Could this child be the most wicked saint in the world, a once-in-a-century phenomenon?

Let's spare this kid's life for now. I don't believe he can really teach me how to cook so many new dishes.

—The Hungriest Witch in History, by Melanie.

Because Miss Mei cut her finger while learning to cook (note: not a raindrop), I cried out in pain several times, "Ouch, ouch, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." so I'm taking a day off and will continue updating tomorrow.

Chapter 163 Four days means four times a day

"I order you two to do x right here!"

Ryan was somewhat bewildered by what Archduke Lawrence had said.

Eh?

Isn't this plot twist wrong?

Logically, it should be that I am unruly and you become furious, ordering Helen to duel with you, and succeeding by stabbing Helen once.

Should I arrange another four-day meeting, take this opportunity to practice Lu Ming's swordsmanship, and then amaze everyone with my skills to complete the mission?

“At least four times a day.” Sure enough, as Ryan had hoped, Lawrence added four more times a day.

We've been set up.

Ryan's face darkened. "Just say it if you want my life. Why beat around the bush like this?"

Please don't agree, please don't agree...

At this moment, Ryan could only hope that Helen had the self-awareness to know her place.

Didn't you swear to dedicate your life to the "Lu Ming Sword Technique"?

Such a wonderful mission naturally excited and anticipated the most among everyone present, who was Ryan's opponent, Lady Helen Assyria.

That was the right decision.

The young knight was sweating profusely.

When the head of the family summoned her, she initially thought she had been set up again and was about to be murdered for offending some important figure. Unexpectedly, she had such a good opportunity after all her bad luck.

If you want a reward, just say so. Why beat around the bush like this?

To know,

In this world, swordsmanship is transmitted through bloodlines and physical forms.

Once you've established a connection with the family, you might be able to further your cultivation and mastery of the "Lu Ming Sword Technique" in the future.

"Yes, ma'am."

Helen flashed a bright smile; the girl's smile was as radiant as the sunshine.

"Please give it your all four days from now."

Ryan is numb.