Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

To put it bluntly, a woman can only affect the speed at which he commits suicide.

In their final meeting, Ryan displayed a mature demeanor and concluded by saying:

"You can't just call someone 'Dad'."

He was a very proper person, and he taught Jasmine to have the right values ​​from a young age: "You were taken advantage of by me, you shouldn't be one to suffer losses."

Little Jasmine listened to Ryan's words and showed a thoughtful expression.

"We can't let ourselves be taken advantage of." She thought for a moment before saying, "Yes, it has to be fair."

"Hmm," Ryan said, recognizing him as a promising student.

"It can't be just me who suffers," Little Jasmine nodded. "Since I call you Dad, then you should call me Mom. That's fair."

Ryan remained silent.

"Daddy, what are you thinking about?" Little Jasmine shook her head. "Do you need Mommy's help?"

“Let’s steal stars together,” Ryan said, saying something Jasmine didn’t understand.

The sun slowly set.

In conclusion, this first meeting has finally come to an end, and it's time to say goodbye.

In the past, with each death, they would say "goodbye to yesterday" to each other, and they said "goodbye to yesterday" more than seven thousand times. But this time, they didn't have to, because they would never see each other again.

He should face death alone.

"See you tomorrow." Finally, he patted Jasmine's head, said "See you tomorrow," and walked away.

Jasmine watched Ryan's retreating figure, her lips moving slightly, as if she were saying something.

The wind was too loud, and Ryan couldn't hear it clearly.

...

His subsequent deaths were unremarkable.

Another six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ryan no longer meticulously plans his death. Over the years, he has attempted suicide more than 10,000 times and experienced all sorts of ways to die. He has come to see suicide as something more natural.

It only runs in a single loop.

Open eyes, slit neck, open eyes again, slit neck again...

The same process repeated 365 times makes a year; the same year repeated 16 times makes a lifetime.

The more people die, the clearer their understanding of death becomes.

He used to view death as a form of punishment, and the Death Witch said that death was like a movie. Now, he feels that death is like a gift that arrives as promised.

This gift is something everyone can only receive once in their lifetime, but Ryan was fortunate enough to receive it more than ten thousand times, which is actually quite lucky.

However, if you end up opening this gift alone, you'll inevitably feel lonely.

Ryan continued his journey upstream along the river of time. More than ten thousand deaths made his spirit more resilient, but also made his soul more weary.

Holding onto his last breath, he continued his suicide attempt.

The younger you are, the less likely you are to be able to wield a knife, but there are many ways to commit suicide. For example, when the servants are not paying attention, you can roll off the sofa and your fragile life can be easily taken away.

Although the body has shrunk, the soul remains, and consciousness controls the body.

It's happening earlier and smaller.

Finally, one day...

When I wake up, I no longer see crowds of people, no longer hear cheers, and no longer even see bright sunshine...

Only deathly silence remained.

Ryan knew he had finally reached the end of his life, and also the beginning of his life, the first step of his plan.

If everything is as he claims, and he has a false past life in this false world, then we can continue to trace back to a thousand years ago.

If not, that would actually be good news, a relief.

come on.

Ryan spoke softly, his throat not yet fully developed, unable to utter complete sentences.

death.

He raised his thin hands, reached forward, and grasped the lifeline connecting him to his body—the umbilical cord on his navel. Finally, with all his might, he pulled hard!

Ryan tore his umbilical cord, becoming the youngest suicide victim in history.

He refused to be born, in order to face death directly.

Take one day off on special holidays

Hello everyone, I am Metal Raindrop.

Although I feel very embarrassed about this.

But today is Wednesday, August 19, 2026, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. I believe everyone knows what an important day this is.

That's right, today is the release date of Nioh 3 DLC1 [Keian Hell Screen]!

Head to Edo during the Keian era, fight alongside your companions along the way, confront the rebellion of Yui Masayuki and the alchemist's conspiracy, and restore peace to the world!

I'm asking for a day off. I'll stay up all night tonight and beat the game!

Thank you, meow!

Chapter 176 "Meeting Again in a Past Life" (Part 2)

I've never experienced such a long darkness before; it felt like I was back in the sky, and then, after a long time, I fell back down.

Ryan woke up.

His only consolation was that he hadn't committed suicide to turn into gold.

How did Jinzi commit suicide?

Did he crash headfirst into the jade pendant and die?

Fortunately, Ryan didn't have to go through such a bizarre experience.

It seems that the formation of consciousness determines the starting point of a life—he committed suicide in the placenta, and when his consciousness dissipated, Ryan Lumin's life was over, or rather, Ryan Lumin's life had not yet begun.

What's the situation now?

Ryan tried to open his eyes, but even that movement seemed exhausting.

A bone-chilling cold permeated the skin and flesh.

He coughed, his lungs convulsing as they pumped oxygen, his throat aching as if it had been burned through by ice and snow.

The back of the head was in excruciating pain—is this a unique aftereffect of all reincarnations?

"it hurts!"

Lane's theory was successful.

Sixteen years after his suicide, he returned to his 'past life'.

Of course, this past life is not real; it's just a fabricated life. If it were a real past life, Ryan would be hunting down the mastermind behind it all on Earth right now, and playing the recently released Nioh 30.

He felt his body throughout his life.

'Aging' is the only remaining tactile sensation. The youthful vigor has been completely drained by the years, leaving only the fading light of old age. Ryan takes this for granted. He jumps back in time from the future, so this is the last day of his previous life.

If he dies of old age today, he will return to heaven and be reborn as Ryan.

The theory was successful, but that wasn't good news for Ryan.

Because he had no reason to give up anymore.

Ryan must endure the remaining 720,000 deaths.

Ryan tried to stand up. It was still snowing lightly outside. His body was terribly cold, and his hands were calloused from years of wielding a sword. Judging from his age, he must be at least seventy or eighty years old.

Suddenly aging, his once youthful body lost its vitality and could no longer possess the strength of before—even Ryan's heart couldn't help but be stirred.

"Alas!"

"It's so cool."

"I didn't expect it to evolve directly from version T1 to T0, that's incredible."

"There are still old heroes to play with."

Especially considering his body was on the verge of dying the next day, Ryan felt fearless.

Given his current condition, where in the world can't he go?

He's an old man, he can breathe on whoever he wants.

Even if he barged into the women's bathroom, the staff would still exclaim, "This old man is truly vigorous in his old age! He'll love you even in death!"

No one dared to stop him. What if he suddenly died right there?

Ryan suppressed his urge to go out and stage an accident. Although he was going to die of old age tomorrow, he still wanted to confirm his identity in this life and see how this dream world had made up a story for him.

He glanced at the windowpane, where his face was reflected in the mirror-like surface covered with a thin layer of fresh snow.

Her long golden hair was turning slightly gray, but her silver eyes remained as fresh as ever, as clear and sharp as fresh winter snow. Although she was old, her back was ramrod straight.

He's a very handsome old man.

Ryan plans to look like this even when he's seventy.

Blonde hair and silver eyes—these are the symbols of the Glorious Family lineage.

It seems that Ryan is destined to be a Luminary in this life.

Although he was very old, and it was a miracle that he was still alive, he had a strange feeling that he could split the sky with a single sword strike.

"What the hell?"

Ryan opened his status bar and took a look.

【"Lynn Luming, the Sword of Eternal Fall"】

[Age: Two hundred years old (extremely frail, recurrence of old injuries)]

[lv89]

The Nine-Ring Sword Saint

[Lu Ming, the sixth generation head of the family]

Is it not just that his age has increased, but his combat power has also increased?

and many more.

What kind of past life did the world create for him?

What the heck is a sixth-generation family head?

Ryan blinked, remembering that Grand Duke Lawrence was the seventh head of the family, could it be...?

Am I my father's father?

Am I my own grandfather?

Your outrageous premise is something you could only come up with in a dream... but Ryan really was in a dream.

Scattered memories flickered in my mind.

In this world, he is indeed Lawrence's father, but not his biological father... To be precise, he is Lawrence's uncle, who had no children of his own and adopted Lawrence as his godson.

Lawrence's father died young in this timeline, which is why he was inserted into Ryan's identity in this world out of nowhere.

His head was throbbing, and memories from over two hundred years flooded back at once, overwhelming Ryan.

If he can't digest it, then in a sense, he's no longer Ryan.

So he chose not to digest it, and instead hit himself on the back of the head with a hammer to make himself forget his memory.

When he woke up, his head hurt even more.