Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Miss Jasmine sat beside him, the evening breeze ruffling her hair, starlight falling like frost: "'Let's steal the starry sky together.'"

She gazed at Ryan's profile: "'If you can't steal it, die.' — She said that every year after that."

"If you can't steal it, you'll die?"

Ryan was puzzled. Could I really have said that...? Are you trying to manipulate me?

If you can't steal it, you should just die...?

Ryan's pupils dilated, as if he had thought of something, and he suddenly sat up straight.

In this dream world constructed by the cult of death, 'death' has meaning; it allows for rewinding...

wrong.

It's not a rollback after death.

Ryan recalled his previous four deaths: the first time he returned in the afternoon, the second time in the early morning, the third time in the early morning, and now it was evening.

The hidden mechanism in Ash Dream is not a death rollback.

After death, you don't return to a specific save point, but instead, time is reversed by half a day.

He then recalled another remark the butler had made:

"At first it was just a thin page, but as time went by, it grew thicker and thicker..."

The amount of information in the "Lu Ming Grand Canon" has increased over time, gradually being perfected by successive heads of the Lu Ming family, while the original Lu Ming Grand Canon was only a thin page.

Let alone Ryan, even an elementary school student could memorize it in ten minutes.

But that was a thousand years ago.

Each time Ryan dies, time is reversed by half a day.

Ryan's pupils widened slowly as he pondered Jasmine's words... "If you can't steal it, die." This wasn't some kind of PUA; it was the literal meaning of "If you can't steal it, die!"

It's about returning to your past self, through the message conveyed by Miss Jasmine!

But how many times would that require suicide?

Ryan calculated in his mind that 1000 x 365 x 2 = 730000.

Seven hundred and thirty thousand deaths are the way to break this dream!

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This is insane!

Ryan's eyes narrowed, and he shook his head, trying to shake off the crazy thoughts that were flooding his mind.

730,000 suicide attempts?

What is this concept?

Even the most devout and fanatical death cultists in the world probably couldn't do that...

Ryan dismissed it as pure fantasy.

In this fantastical world, the sensation of death is real—whether it's the cold of body hypothermia, the pain of blood loss, or the emptiness of consciousness fading away, it's all simulated one-to-one.

With 730,000 suicides, the fantasy world could really be transformed into iLaiTV.

Anyone who comes here will go crazy.

I might as well just give up and let things drift. I've already got everything I could possibly want in my dreams, and even things I shouldn't have. What else can I do if I don't go back to reality...?

Despite Ryan's efforts to avoid thinking about this absurd idea, the thought wouldn't leave him, and his mind involuntarily began to consider its feasibility.

First of all.

The flow of time in dreams should be different from that in reality; this is a fundamental characteristic of all dream magic.

In reality, only a few seconds may have passed, but in a dream, several days may have gone by.

Then comes the most important point: Could Ryan travel back a thousand years by using the suicide time travel mechanism?

Putting aside the practicalities, is it even theoretically feasible?

Ryan is sixteen years old this year. If he committed suicide sixteen years ago, there would actually be no 'Ryan Lumin' in this world, because Ryan would not have been born yet.

Can this person continue to commit suicide and jump forward in time?

From this point of view alone, this plan is impossible to implement....

?

Ryan shook his head. Death in Eden is not the end. After death, a person's soul either returns to the day or the sun. If it returns to the day, it falls into the 'Lightless Ones'; if it returns to the sun, it enters the Kingdom of Heaven and is reborn in the cycle of reincarnation.

But Ryan wasn't born into this world in his previous life. If he commits suicide, will he return to Earth?

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

probably not.

This so-called utopian world, no matter how realistic, is ultimately still based on the technology of the Vatican; it is ultimately a dream, not reality.

It is based on the world view given by Ryan, but his setting does not include the concept of 'Earth' at all.

Sixteen years before his suicide, Ryan was likely still in Eden, in his 'previous life' in Eden—not a real past life, but an identity fabricated by this imaginary world.

But no matter how much you think about it, it's all just speculation in the end.

Ryan let out a soft breath. He knew that thinking about it was futile; the only way was to put it into practice.

Ryan's mind wouldn't be clear unless he tried.

But he was a cowardly and lazy person. Suicide for a thousand years was too tiring, so he decided to try suicide for sixteen years first.

16 x 365 x 2 = 11680.

They'll only die about ten thousand times.

If he could go back sixteen years, and if he couldn't jump forward in time any further, then Ryan would accept the reality, give up the futile struggle, and stay in this fantasy world to live another life.

But if things go smoothly, this is feasible....

In some ways, this is actually bad news.

“So…” Ryan said to Jasmine, “I really said the phrase ‘If you can’t steal it, die’?”

Jasmine nodded.

It seems that if I actually did that, I really would be crazy.

Ryan sighed helplessly and, through a special mechanism of death, committed suicide back to the time when he first met Jasmine at the age of six, thus leaving behind this instruction.

Oh shit.

Ryan cursed inwardly. So it turned out that the one who instructed the judges behind Jasmine to steal the Lu Ming Grand Ceremony was actually himself!

Ah, I was the mastermind behind it all!

“So…” Jasmine looked at Ryan, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, “Are you going to die?”

"You know what I'm going to do?" Ryan asked.

"I don't know, it's just a feeling."

The half-elf lady shifted her gaze from him, turning to look at the starry sky. The Lu Ming Grand Ceremony, encompassing a thousand years of the past, was now recorded in the azure-silver starry sky. She gazed at the stars for a while, then calmly said:

"Over the years, I've always had this feeling, Ryan Lumin."

Miss Jasmine from the fantasy world said, "You don't belong here; you want to leave at any time."

She said expressionlessly.

"Even right now, though you're looking at me, your eyes aren't on me; your heart is looking at someone else."

That sounds rather mysterious.

“…In that case,” Ryan paused, then asked, “why are you still helping me?”

Ryan guessed the principle behind this fantastical world, but he couldn't fathom Miss Jasmine's thoughts.

From her perspective, Jasmine had no reason to help Ryan.

In this world, Lu Mingjia can even capture evil gods, but he can't read the stars in the sky. Everyone knows that stealing the starry sky is a pipe dream.

But Miss Jasmine persisted for ten years because of a trivial remark, attempting to steal the stars from the sky.

This is not good for her.

"I do not know."

"Starlight can reflect a person's shadow, but it can never reflect the shadow of a shadow."

Jasmine shook her head, starlight falling on her profile: "Ryan Lumin, all the stories of the past thousand years are recorded on this galaxy. Every star is a story that has happened. The stars are vast and endless, forming this nebula."

"But I can't steal the stars; these stories are all in the sky."

Everyone in this world knows—

"We can only create, but we cannot possess."

As she said this, her amber-clear eyes looked at Ryan, reflecting the brilliance of the Milky Way.

"Even so, even though I know I can't possess this galaxy..."

Jasmine said softly, "I also hope that my story with you can be one of the stars in this vast constellation."

"Perhaps it is small, but it existed, it was possessed, and it shone brightly in its smallness."

That's enough for me.

Ryan fell silent.

I hate riddles the most; what are they babbling about?

Ryan cursed under his breath.

He looked at Miss Jasmine in this world, and he knew that it was all a fantasy, just a fleeting dream. Everything that happened here was false, it didn't exist.

Whether it's the father, the housekeeper, or Lu Ming, they are all fabricated stories.

The girl in front of him, however, seemed so real, almost unreal.

Starlight can reflect a person's shadow, but it can never reflect the shadow of a shadow. She is like the moon in a mirror or a flower in water, a castle in the air above a castle in the sky.

Even he was somewhat affected.

Starlight fell, illuminating the past, and after a long silence, the half-elf broke it:

"That last part was implying my salary, you idiot."

Jasmine rolled her eyes, her elven ears standing up like flags:

“I’ve recently been researching ‘100 sentences for high-EQ wage negotiation,’ but it seems like I’m using too much emotional intelligence for you to understand.”

"You ask me why I'm helping you? It's definitely because of the money!"

When Jasmine mentioned this, her ears twitched, and she instantly became indignant, displaying the anger of a working-class person: "I said your Lu Ming family has as much money as the stars in the sky, can't you share some with me?"

"It's getting dark!"

The half-elf lady was furious: "What did you think I asked you to look at the stars for? I was implying that it was getting dark and I should go home!"

"There's no overtime pay!"

Jasmine grumbled and waved her hand in protest, standing on tiptoe: "I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Do whatever you want, I'm off work anyway."

Turning around, the half-elf stretched, no longer looking at the sky or at Ryan, and walked outside on her own.

Starlight fell on her silhouette.

She walked deeper into the night.

There was no turning back.

Chapter 168 "Goodbye Yesterday, My Dear Miss Jasmine"

"Wait a moment."

Ryan suddenly said.