Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

He glanced at Helen, the knight who was a full head taller than Ryan. Her golden hair was woven into a waterfall that cascaded down to her waist. She was covered in light white armor, with only a few glimpses of skin showing on her thighs. Her skin was as white as fine snow. The dragon-gold longsword in her hand was as light as a toy. She was dashing and heroic.

Ryan thought to himself that his life was over, and for the first time, he felt fear.

Doesn't that make him a complete scumbag?

In a literal sense.

He knows his own limitations; he wouldn't stand a chance against him.

"If you can make Helen ( ) ( ) once, I will grant you the title of the Land of No Light."

Archduke Lawrence added in a serious tone.

Hearing these familiar yet unfamiliar lines, Ryan's lips twitched, and his face was covered with black lines: Shouldn't I be the one to stab her once!

The magic array of the Ashes Church is too oppressive.

Even his pseudo-historical treatise can be turned into a pseudo-historical treatise on the underworld.

Lawrence's words caused an uproar; it was an impossible task.

Xiao Chunan...?

Ryan was at his wit's end. Grand Duke Lawrence immediately said, "Child, this is your first lesson as an adult," "Our Lu Ming family cannot be looked down upon by others," and "I believe in your true talent." After much persuasion, he only managed to secure three days of preparation time.

"Xiao Chunan is such a nuisance!" Grand Duke Lawrence roared in anger.

...

Lu Ming Manor, Martial Arts Arena.

The sun shone brightly on the ground, and although spring was in full bloom, Ryan's heart was colder than the dead of winter.

Ryan had run three laps around the training ground and was panting heavily.

Logically speaking, with his current physical strength, he could run thirty laps around the Lu Ming Martial Arts Arena in reality and show off.

But the training ground in this pseudo-historical world was ten times larger than in reality, making Ryan look like a weakling again, his shirt soaked with sweat.

"The master is furious... This young Chu Nan is always acting on a whim..."

"He's never shaken hands with ( ) before...look at those tiny arms and legs..."

"Well, what can you do when he's Chu Nan?"

Listening to the familiar yet unfamiliar discussions among the soldiers in the training ground, Ryan felt that the world was going to the dogs and people's hearts were no longer what they used to be. The blush on the young man's face was more powerful than any words.

The strength of this pseudo-historical world theory is simply too outrageous.

Now that things have come to this, the original plan is no longer working.

Even if he did defeat Helen, it would still be of no use, since Ryan's mission was to obtain the "Lumin Codex".

In fact, Ryan already knew the Lu Ming Sword Technique, but in this world, the Lu Ming Sword Technique is not just a sword technique, but an encyclopedia of everything.

There was only one option left: to steal.

In fact, he did just that in real life.

Now there's only one person who can help him; hopefully Miss Jasmine is a normal person.

“Young Master Ryan,” Jasmine’s voice rang in his ear, “Thank you for your hospitality. Would you like me to pay for the tickets?”

Upon hearing these familiar words, Ryan couldn't help but burst into tears.

In this world where everyone is down, Miss Jasmine, who was originally down, is indeed seen as a normal person in comparison.

congratulations.

He looked up at Jasmine, who was dressed similarly to that day, in a white butler's dress and open-toed boots, sunlight shining on her shoulders and the dappled shadows of the trees falling on her profile.

She was still the elf lady with pointed ears.

“Miss Jasmine,” Ryan said, regaining his familiar rhythm, “Tickets are thirty gold each.”

Now that he's been given a second chance at life, he's going to charge admission fees this time.

"Oh?"

But for some reason, Miss Jasmine gave a cold laugh.

She took a small half-step forward, closing the distance between herself and Ryan.

To the average person, there was nothing unusual about it; they simply took it as a normal occurrence in their close relationship.

But Ryan's hair stood on end, sweat dripped down his neck, and his life force was screaming for help. He glanced down and saw that a small shadow knife was pressed against the neck of his shadow.

Once the shadow's throat is slashed, the main body will suffer the same injury.

It could be said that his life was in Jasmine's hands.

Ryan's heart sank. How did you turn to the dark side?

"I know everything that happened this morning."

The half-elf lady's eyes were deep and unfathomable. She leaned close to Ryan's ear and whispered, her voice as cold as a frozen pool: "You want a reward when you haven't even completed the mission?"

Her intelligence network is extensive in Luming.

He knew all the information, including Grand Duke Lawrence's decision and the fact that Ryan would be spending three days with Helen in three days.

The way she looked at Ryan showed no emotion whatsoever, as if she were simply looking at a useful tool.

Task...what task?

Ryan instantly realized that there was only one mission, and Jasmine must have meant the mission to steal the "Lu Ming Great Scripture".

No.

Miss Half-Elf, you're really a big shot in the mage group now!

Who wrote this idiotic premise?!

Oh, so it was me who wrote it!

With the dagger pressed against his neck, Ryan's mind raced.

In this world, Miss Jasmine doesn't know Lu Ming's sword technique either, and she really wants to overthrow Lu Ming. She's a ruthless and cold-blooded mastermind who kills without blinking an eye... Ryan sighed softly, wondering when he would wake up from this nightmare.

Moreover, judging from this situation, this mastermind, Jasmine, might even be Ryan's superior in stealing the Luminary Codex...

Forget it.

Ryan quickly accepted this situation. Although Black Jasmine was dangerous now, at least she was on his side.

There's no need to waste words persuading her to help.

“Lady Jasmine.” Ryan, being the gracious one he was, used the respectful title of Lady Jasmine: “The situation is urgent, and I need your help.”

Jasmine's shadow magic is practically dominant in the realm of theft.

The Thief class is originally a branch of the Shadow Assassin.

As long as Jasmine personally intervenes, Lu Mingdadian will be easily obtained.

Once Ryan gets his hands on this thing, he can escape this nightmare.

"Useless trash."

Jasmine glanced at Ryan expressionlessly, remained silent for a while, and then said coldly after thinking for a moment, "Come with me, I will personally train you."

Ryan was secretly delighted, thinking to himself that this time he was in the bag.

Based on past developments, Jasmine was originally going to give him private lessons in the Lu Ming sword technique. This time, although she doesn't know the Lu Ming sword technique, she will definitely teach him some thieving techniques instead.

I found a secluded room where no one was around.

"bring it on."

Jasmine stared at Ryan and said coldly, "As you wish."

"?" Ryan was a little confused: "What's coming?"

"nonsense."

She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Of course, it's to give you practice in advance."

Jasmine grabbed Ryan by the collar and pulled him close. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the windowpane, swirling in that short distance. Their breaths mingled and blended, creating a warm, white hue.

She said matter-of-factly:

"Special training for the duel in four days, Mr. Xiao Chunan."

"I need five days."

Chapter 164 On What Basis?

The Papacy was reduced to ashes.

The intelligence competition has officially begun.

The souls of the new believers entered the virtual world, where they appeared either solemn, joyful, or desperately shouting, "I don't want a hot dog!" or exclaiming, "I'm super cold!"

The bishop sat regally above the Vatican, which was brightly lit.

The chandeliers on the roof, the wall lamps in the corridors, and the spotlights in the tower were all turned up to full blast. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the light, making the entire Ash Death Church as bright as day, almost like the Glorious Church.

"Do you have enough money to pay the electricity bill?" the bishop asked the archdeacon beside him.

The archdeacon nodded, a mysterious smile playing on his lips: "With the bodies of these believers providing our energy, we'll have enough for our electricity bill for the whole year."

"very good!"

The bishop praised it.

Tantric religions do not engage in charity.

This match may seem like a pre-battle perk, but it actually harbors deadly dangers.

They let the new believers design their own worldview, and the vast majority of mediocre people designed their ideal world.

Once the soul becomes addicted to its temptations, it will forget its mission of intelligence gathering and be trapped in a world of illusion for the rest of its life, never to awaken again.

The bodies they left behind, from skin and blood to internal organs and the most precious magical circuits, all became usable resources.

With abundant magic, we connect human batteries in parallel.

The reason why Gray City has been able to stand firm is because it is powered by a large number of human batteries.

The Fiji Cup was made with an excellent appearance.

After a while, it can be hung up at the market for sale.

Only the ruthless individuals truly needed by the Deathly Papacy, with unwavering resolve to court death, would design the most demanding world for themselves, complete their mission, and awaken.

"The general quality of this year's students is not good."

The bishop commented, "Most of them are lost in their fantasy world; they're utterly useless!"

"Only the Protestants from the Twilight Forest stronghold are all hard-working and reckless, truly worthy of being soldiers personally trained by the Honorary Saintess!"

"By the way, what about the Honorary Saintess?"

The bishop asked curiously, "I remember she participated too?"

The archdeacon broke out in a cold sweat: "The Honorary Saintess is lost in her fantasy world, smacking her lips and eating air over there."

"..."

The bishop remained silent.

He was determined to cancel Melanie's monthly subscription.

The Night Saintess can now devour the Demon Train, and the Eternal Slumber Saintess has begun her battle against the Dark Flame Demon Dragon.

Their honorary saintess is no slouch either, single-handedly taking on a hundred, currently dueling with steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck...

The saintess is indeed a saintess; the saintess at night is very courageous, the saintess of eternal sleep is resolute, and Melanie is also a woman.

Melanie, a witch of such high status, has already lowered herself to become a monthly contracted saintess, which is already quite shameless. How could she possibly be any more shameless!

"Ahem, let's leave Melanie aside."

"Of this batch of Protestants, I still have the highest opinion of 'The one who stole my account is a dog'."