Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

The more people die, the clearer the sound becomes.

“Ryan Luming....."

That was not a voice from the mortal world, but a voice from beyond, the voice of the departed, the voice of things that have vanished. It was a voice from death, indescribably great and magnificent. That great being said:

"That's it! That's awesome! This is exactly what I wanted to see!"

"..."

"...He seems to have heard something...huh?"

Chapter 173 Farewell to the Death Witch

"...He seems to have heard something...huh?"

and many more...

The voice sounded familiar.

Ryan frowned, then suddenly realized that he had indeed heard it before. In the cafeteria of Chuguang City, it was clearly the voice of the gray-clad stranger.

The gray-clad stranger is the embodiment of the 'Death Witch'.

"The Witch of Death?"

Ryan blurted out those words without thinking.

As if realizing that Ryan could hear, the murmured whispers in her ear instantly fell silent.

The Death Witch has been watching all along?

Ryan's alarm bells rang. The player had deleted the account just over a month ago, a level of skill that had left a deep impression on him... He never expected that the Death Witch would be watching this match.

不 ...

Honestly, at this point, can this match still be considered a match?

Ultimately, this competition is nothing more than the Grey Sparrow Vatican selecting its staff.

Putting aside others, just considering Ryan's world, to complete it, you would theoretically have to die 730,000 times. With such an insane difficulty, why would you choose any kind of employee?

Ryan had long suspected that he had been set up.

"What about people?"

He asked, but there was no response.

Ryan realized that to experience death, one must first die. Without hesitation, he took a knife and slashed his own neck. Blood flowed, his vision went black, and he fell into boundless darkness.

But unlike usual, perhaps because he had unlocked the [Death Apostle] tag, he was able to see more things in this afterlife.

It was a wisp of gray-white light that slowly surged out of the courtyard and the castle.

Grayish-white is the color of death.

"Mr. Ryan."

The Witch of Death, still wearing her greyish-white hood, sat in the center of the courtyard, watching Ryan with interest, and said casually, "We meet."

"Last time I came to visit you, this time you're the one visiting me."

Ryan caught another glimpse of death, and his heart skipped a beat. Luckily, he was already dead, so it wouldn't matter if his heart stopped beating.

"The Lady of Death..."

Upon seeing death again, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, which ultimately coalesced into one sentence:

"'That's it! That's awesome! That's exactly what I wanted to see!'—Did you just say that?"

“I’ve been sitting here the whole time and have no idea what you’re talking about.” The Death Witch calmly shook her head, vehemently denying it: “I don’t have such lowbrow tastes.”

Ryan knew that the Death Witch's greatest hobby was witnessing the death of others.

That's why His followers use 'death' as ​​a pilgrimage ritual, becoming more devout the longer they live.

Ryan glanced discreetly at the center of the courtyard, the layout of which perfectly matched the image of a 'witch's tea party' in Western fantasy.

The courtyard was surrounded by datura flowers, and the gray-white mist entangled the sea of ​​red flowers. The background of the courtyard was a castle shrouded in black and white tones. The title of the Death Witch included "Lord of the City of Eternal Night," so this must be the City of Eternal Night.

The courtyard had a quiet yet eerie atmosphere, and with the gray-clad witch sitting in the center of the courtyard, her mysterious aura was palpable.

Everything had a deathly feel to it: a white witch in a white courtyard, white tea on a white table, and a dish of red ketchup with yellow fries.

"That's why I've died so many times..."

Ryan's face darkened: "So this is all so you can watch the show here?"

Ketchup with fries, a sip of tea while watching a show – what a delightful life!

It's like watching a movie.

"Mortal." The Death Witch shifted her gaze and said calmly, "Don't speak nonsense."

Ryan stared at the fries on the table.

"Ok."

The Witch of Death sighed softly.

"I was indeed enjoying your performance; I must say, even your deaths were quite entertaining..."

Ah, my favorite idea was your last one: 'committing suicide in front of the girl so she would regret it for the rest of her life.' It was a truly artistic performance, combining humanism and an exploration of art, with a touch of absurd comedy that made me laugh."

She chuckled in a calm tone.

“Thank you,” Ryan said with a dark expression, “but I didn’t ask you to write a film review.”

"To me, a person's life is like a movie."

The Witch of Death said matter-of-factly, "The last two hours of your life, if edited together, could make a movie."

"In the eternity of time, I have sat in this courtyard and watched movie after movie, some boring and some interesting, and I have to admit that you are the future star of death."

"Should he be a 'child star' now?" He tilted his head; Ryan's body was now that of a ten-year-old child.

Witches are a different concept from mortals; one cannot try to understand their worldview.

Even though Ryan had silently repeated it to himself several times, he couldn't hold back any longer.

So you watched over three thousand shows?

Is he trapped here because of the Death Witch's Shadow?

"Do not."

The Death Witch shook her head, dipped her fries in ketchup, and took a small bite. "These three thousand-plus shows are just rehearsals. What I'm looking forward to is your official premiere."

"This is the second movie I'm most looking forward to this year."

These words sent a chill down Ryan's spine.

The meaning of this riddle is very simple.

The more than three thousand deaths Ryan has experienced so far are only deaths in the dream world; in other words, none of them are real, so they are all 'rehearsals'.

The so-called official release is actually Ryan's death in reality.

So, he's going to die this year?

"Why do you do this?" Ryan asked.

“I am your fan,” the Death Witch said. “And you are very talented. You have only died more than three thousand times, yet you can see and hear me.”

“Then if I die a few more times…” Ryan looked at her and said calmly, “Would that be enough to kill you?”

"This is the movie I've been most looking forward to."

The Way of the Death Witch.

Killing the Death Witch is a pipe dream; any mortal who touches her will instantly lose their life.

But Ryan was already in a state of death, and he tried to touch death, but he couldn't touch it at all.

He is not truly dead; he can hear death and even see death, but he cannot touch it.

"Okay, that's the end of the commercial break."

The Witch of Death nodded, then waved her hand to close the teacup lid: "You should go back on stage now."

The grayness faded from his eyes, and Ryan felt himself waking up.

He realized that he was being 'resurrected' and was to be expelled from the city of eternal night.

"Oh, right."

In the final seconds before Ryan left, the Witch of Death seemed to remember something and said:

"The third movie I'm most looking forward to this year is the one about that half-elf lady."

"..."

Ryan looked at her, his face expressionless, and he stated each word slowly and deliberately:

"I will definitely kill you."

In his final moments before being banished, he lunged at the Witch of Death, but vanished instantly.

"You can't touch me yet..."

"I regretfully," the Death Witch said, reaching out to the table to continue watching the show.

The next moment, she seemed to realize something: "Huh?"

Where are my fries?

Chapter 174 Even Death Requires Insurance

"Wow, my fries!"

The Witch of Death sighed.

She wasn't as fond of food as her sister 'Hungry,' but watching a movie without fries was definitely less enjoyable; it just didn't feel as good.

Ryan had just charged at him menacingly, and then...

They stole all her fries.

If you can't kill the witch, then kill the witch's fries!

What a reckless kid.

Fortunately, even in death, there is tea to drink. This tea tastes very good, brewed with the finest tea leaves. It is expensive, refreshing, and invigorating, making it perfect for watching a play.

She took a sip, then suddenly let out a soft "eh," and looked up in a certain direction:

Another guest?

"Today is truly a lively day."

...

"My tea!"

...

The fries are delicious.

Ryan enjoyed the meal.

He remembered once inviting the Witch of Death to drink, and those three glasses of brandy, once touched by her, turned into rare cursed relics, which countless cultists of death flocked to.

[Death Brandy]

The concept of alcohol as a substance is dead; only its corpse remains.

These aren't ordinary fries; they're the leftover fries from the Witch of Death—[Death Fries x10]

[Rank: Cursed Relic]

The concept of French fries as a whole is dead; all that remains is their corpse—which we generally call potato chips.

Eating this stuff will accumulate 'death points,' and when they're full, you'll die.

In reality, Ryan would never dare to eat this stuff.