Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

The bishop spoke of the young man who had impressed him: "If he performs better than the saint from the neighboring church in this competition, I have the right to promote him to the status of an honorary saint."

"Your Excellency," the vice-bishop hurriedly advised, "the funds allocated to our denomination from above are insufficient."

This refers to the Patriarch's 'Death Church'.

"Why not use the money you would have spent renting Melanie to rent him instead?"

The bishop chuckled softly; everything was under his control.

"Makes sense."

The vice-bishop nodded, but as soon as he finished speaking, his expression turned serious: "Sir, something is wrong with this boy. He seems to be getting lost in a world of fantasy."

The bishop hurried to check on Ryan's condition.

They cannot see the specific content of the fantasy; they can only judge it from the breathing, heartbeat, and the activity level of the soul.

Ryan suddenly became excited.

My heart rate soared, and my soul was incredibly active.

"How can someone become obsessed with a worldview like this?"

The bishop was shocked. Could it be that he had misread it...? In fact, Ryan was not so determined as to simply like Red Stone?

Once the soul falls into slumber within, it can never awaken again, and the remaining body belongs to the Ash Death Church.

...

"Special training..."

Ryan sensed something was wrong.

I never expected Miss Jasmine to be such a remarkable person.

He knew he was dreaming.

But I was too close to Miss Jasmine; I could even clearly feel her breath, warm and slightly damp, tickling my neck.

Ryan instinctively took a half step back.

"Why?"

Jasmine's tone was icy, seemingly devoid of any emotion. Her voice calmly said, "It's fine with that knight, but not with me?"

Ryan didn't dare to speak.

The half-elf tilted her head, turned halfway to the side, revealing the zipper of her butler's dress, and calmly said, "Unzip it for me."

They were so close together.

Ryan couldn't hold back any longer.

So close, so very close, a girl is completely unguarded in front of you, the bright spring sunshine shines through the window, and this afternoon feels long as if it lasts forever.

Ryan could hear his own heart pounding. To be able to hold back was nothing short of superhuman; any normal man would have struggled, especially since you were completely unprepared—

Who could resist the urge to assassinate someone?

Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to a pro player like him.

Ryan immediately cast an ice spell down its smooth back.

The attack was swift and unexpected; the half-elf girl's ears stood up straight from the cold, and she jumped three feet high.

I think you're lovesick!

Jasmine stared at Ryan in disbelief. She was a dignified master of Lu Ming, and had never suffered such humiliation.

His eyes turned completely cold.

She wanted to show Ryan what Lu Ming's secret service was all about.

"Humph."

Ryan sneered: "Miss Jasmine from a mere fantasy world, you think you can control me?"

He saw through their tricks long ago.

If this fantasy world wanted to entice Ryan and make him addicted, it should at least use something like an RTX 50900. Does a mere Miss Jasmine think he's been playing the role of Xiao Chunan for nothing all these years?

"I'm going to report this to my father right now."

Ryan preemptively declared, "Jasmine is a traitor! Jasmine is going to steal the Lu Ming Great Canon!"

"You can't leave this room."

Jasmine's eyes grew even colder.

Humph.

This is a dream, and he is the master of the dream. Why can't he get out?

Based on the various clues, Ryan regained consciousness.

Ultimately, no matter how realistic it may seem, this is the real dream created by the Ash Death Cult.

The significance of this competition is to screen out the true cultists of death.

What are the core qualities of a death cultist?

It's obvious that they're courting death!

Or rather—

It is the will to commit suicide.

Based on all the death cultists he had encountered, from the organized cultists who built a stronghold near the Twilight Bear King's lair to the three death deacons...

They are of different races and have different levels of cultivation, but they have one thing in common: they are all capable of courting death.

Therefore, the hidden solution to this dream is quite simple: suicide.

Ryan raised his hand; the sensation was real, everything in this dream felt real.

The feel of the wind on the skin is real, the temperature of the sun is real, and attempting suicide in such a real environment will instill fear in one's heart, fear that one is truly dead.

It's no wonder that many people get lost in it.

But the girl in front of me isn't real.

She is not Miss Jasmine.

Ryan crushed his own throat, and the world spun around him.

The world collapsed before him, and in the final moments before his consciousness faded, he vaguely heard a slightly trembling voice, whether it was an illusion or not.

"By...why...?"

As if without the slightest ripple, the voice feigned calmness as it spoke:

"It's possible with the real Miss Jasmine..."

......and me...not okay?

Chapter 165 "Father, I want to marry the Lu Ming Grand Canon".

"Young Master Ryan, the master is waiting for you in the study."

in the afternoon.

The sunlight felt warm on his skin. Ryan opened his eyes again and heard familiar voices.

"Today is the day to decide your fiefdom."

Ryan subconsciously touched his neck; the phantom pain of suicide still lingered, indicating that everything that had happened before was real.

He looked out the window and saw that the courtyard was bathed in spring sunshine and shaded by green trees. For a moment, Ryan felt as if he had been transported to another world.

Logically speaking, if someone dies in a dream, they should wake up and return to reality.

But dying in a dream created by the Ash Death Church is different.

He did not wake up.

It turned out to be a rollback.

He looked out at the sun, which was high in the sky. It was almost evening when Ryan committed suicide. He roughly calculated that the timeline had been rolled back for about half a day.

It seems that unless we find the 'Lu Ming Grand Canon' and complete the intelligence mission in the dream world, we won't be able to wake up from this game.

Death, on the other hand, is more like a hidden mechanic in the game...

Only those believers who are willing to die can discover this mechanism.

Ryan's heart skipped a beat. This was indeed interesting; no wonder it was a game designed by the Cult of Death, incorporating elements of death...

"What's the difference between this and repeatedly using red stones?"

Ryan got angry.

He rubbed his temples, synthesizing the information he had gathered from his previous death, and cleared his mind:

Grand Duke Lawrence is unreliable; he wants to get rid of Ryan. Helen is unreliable; she wants to get rid of Ryan. Jasmine is the most unreliable; she wants to get rid of Ryan twice as much.

The primary task is to steal the Lu Ming Grand Canon.

But the so-called "Lu Ming Grand Ceremony" setting is too overpowered.

According to Jasmine, this "Lu Ming Encyclopedia" encompasses all the knowledge and events of the past thousand years.

How many terabytes would it take to fit that?

If they are not found within the specified time, they will never wake up.

However, the time limit is meaningless to Ryan, as he can refresh the mission time by dying and rewinding.

The most important and dangerous thing is not to get lost in this dream world.

Through his encounter with Miss Jasmine, Ryan realized the danger of this dream world—everything felt too real.

Fortunately, Xiao Chunan's divine power saved him; otherwise, he would have fallen into a trap, become infatuated and confused, and easily lost his way if he stayed in this dream world for too long.

"Young Master Ryan, why haven't you come out yet?"

The butler urged them from outside the door.

I still have to deal with Lawrence... Ryan patted his cheeks. In short, I have to change my approach and not repeat the same mistake as last time.

"Father."

After walking for another hundred minutes, Ryan pushed open the door and his first words were astonishing:

"I only like legal lolis! I want to marry a legal loli."

Ryan had it all planned out.

Since Grand Duke Lawrence was ostensibly giving him land but actually just trying to breed him, Ryan listed out potential marriage partners who didn't exist in reality and only in his imagination, hoping to make his father give up on him completely.

Let's get through this hurdle first, then we can plan for the long term.

"You good-for-nothing, what do you know? Women become more radiant with age!"

Archduke Lawrence was furious.

"I just can't do anything with you, kid." He sighed. "Butler, make the arrangements."

The butler obeyed the order and, a moment later, brought back an eighteen-year-old elf princess.

“This is too big, you should go back.” Ryan shook his head.

The butler had no choice but to spend a lot of time bringing back an eight-year-old human princess.

“This is illegal, you should go back.” Ryan shook his head again.

With both offensive and defensive capabilities, Ryan's plan is virtually invincible.

The steward went back to search, which took a long time; the sun was almost setting when he finally brought back an eighteen-year-old dwarf princess.

Ryan remained silent.

"Why did it take so long this time?" Archduke Lawrence asked.

“Dwarves are hard to find,” the steward replied immediately.

"Are you satisfied now?" Grand Duke Lawrence turned to Ryan and asked, "Both are both young and legal, I order you two to stay here right now ( ) ( )