Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

"it hurts!"

Is this a unique aftereffect of time travel?

"Alas!"

"That was awesome!"

...

Two hundred years of memories flooded back, overwhelming him, and he smacked himself on the back of the head.

...

"It fucking hurts!"

...

"It hurts so much! Ahhh!"

He was knocked on repeatedly for dozens of times, fainting and waking up, experiencing amnesia and then more amnesia. But perseverance pays off, and now the memories from two hundred years ago no longer dare to surface—he was terrified of being knocked on.

Ryan proved his worth through force, successfully avoiding being swallowed up by two hundred years of memories.

He successfully knocked Alzheimer's disease out of his own head.

He couldn't help but marvel at how good this body was; it was indeed a ninth-ring body. Although it was supposed to die tomorrow, the head had been hit so hard, and apart from the intense pain and the development of dementia, it hadn't actually kicked the bucket on the spot.

"Master of the family."

Just then, the butler's voice came from outside the study: "Young Master has arrived."

"Father."

Lawrence knocked on the door, pushed it open, and bowed to Ryan.

"Good morning."

I have to say, once you accept the premise of this world, it's quite fascinating.

There's always a son who wants to be a father.

Ryan stood tall and proud, enjoying the loving relationship between father and son.

Looking down at the young and inexperienced Lawrence, and feeling the body that was about to die, Ryan couldn't help but feel a deep sadness. After putting himself in Lawrence's shoes, he finally understood how difficult it was to be a father, since it was really hard to suppress the smile on one's face.

In the future, Lawrence was extremely strict with Ryan's education, causing the latter to have a miserable childhood. Now that it's Ryan's turn to educate the children, he naturally... wants to get his revenge.

"How dare you call me father!"

Ryan snapped, "What do you mean 'early morning'?!"

"Where is my grandson? I'm about to die, will I even live to see the day I can hold my grandson?"

The Nine-Ring Sword Saint's imposing aura enveloped the entire area, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Having never cultivated good deeds in my life, I am truly annoyed now.

Lu Mingcheng's tide has come; only today do I realize that my father is me!

Grand Duke Ryan angrily rebuked him from the stage, and Lawrence fell silent as soon as the topic was brought up, unable to utter a word.

He took several deep breaths before he mustered his courage.

“Father.”

Archduke Lawrence's eyes revealed a determined look: "I want to go out and make my own way in the world!"

"Lawrence".

Ryan's face was half-hidden in shadow as he mimicked Lawrence's words: "I always say that I give you a calling, that everyone has their own mission, and that you have your own unique talent—that is, you are good enough to be useless."

"He is handsome enough, having inherited my father's good looks, and is perfectly suited to carry on the family line and continue its lineage."

So cool.

It was finally Ryan's turn to speak!

Tenfold repayment, no, a hundredfold!

Although it was a fake dream, it still gave him goosebumps all over.

The gloom that had haunted him for countless suicide attempts was swept away.

Lawrence was being verbally abused and had no choice but to lower his head in humiliation.

Don't bully the youth to be poor.

He had written down all the humiliations he had suffered today, waiting for the day to exact his revenge on that old man's grandson.

“Father,” Lawrence said, humiliated, “I will not start a family until the great cause is accomplished.”

Grand Duke Ryan gave a cold laugh.

If you don't pull a shocking stunt today, what am I supposed to do?

He's going to kick the bucket tomorrow and prepare to be reincarnated.

Without the future Ryan, there would be no past Ryan, and the timeline would not be able to close.

"Someone come here!"

Ryan waved his hand, "Drag him away and have him matched!"

"No!" Lawrence cried out in despair as the female knight dragged him away. The humiliation he had suffered today would be repaid a hundredfold? No, a thousandfold!

"Oh, right."

Ryan shouted to Archduke Lawrence, "When my grandson is born, name him after me!"

Now the time loop is closed.

After Lawrence left, Ryan was left alone in the study.

He coughed; he had been too excited and his old injury had flared up again. He lifted his handkerchief to check, and it was covered in blood.

It seems that the Lu family still doesn't know that Ryan is going to kick the bucket tomorrow. That's understandable, since Ryan can still beat Lawrence like a son. Nobody would guess that he's struggling to stay alive.

In short, let one of them die first.

Ryan has no intention of waiting for time to pass and die of old age; dying of old age is a disgrace to a swordsman.

He held a dagger to his throat.

The setting sun shone brightly on the glass, and the snow outside the window had covered the ground until evening. The old man glanced at the twilight and slowly closed his eyes.

Ryan knew the road ahead was long; he had 720,000 more deaths to face alone.

Hopefully, he won't go mad after he dies.

"You've breached the contract."

Ryan frowned, wondering if he was hallucinating. He should have been gentler when he tapped her head. He was even hallucinating, which could give him Alzheimer's. He could vaguely see the elf lady's pointed ears. He gave a helpless bitter smile.

Keep in mind that Jasmine is only one year older than Ryan.

Ryan isn't even a fertilized egg yet, and Jasmine is at most just taking on human form.

Moreover, the elf in front of me doesn't look much like Jasmine.

He ignored the hallucination and prepared to continue his suicide attempt.

"Hey?"

"Don't you listen to people?"

The woman who spoke was very dissatisfied. She sat next to Ryan, her skirt close to his trouser legs, her upper body leaning forward, her slender, jade-like fingers waving in front of him:

"Hey? Are you deaf if I say you breached the contract?"

She leaned on Ryan's shoulder and spoke loudly into his ear.

Isn't this revolving lantern display a bit too realistic?

“Hey, Ryan, put down the knife and look at me,” the girl said.

Ryan looked up.

The window reflected the sunlight, the snow reflected the skylight, and the girl's eyes reflected Ryan's gaze—she was indeed not Miss Jasmine; she was taller and more mature, with more pointed ears, long white hair cascading down to her waist reflecting her dark eyes, and her appearance was quite different—nevertheless, Ryan could see her soul.

He has been able to see souls ever since his battle with the Straw Princess.

The fairy in front of me is Jasmine.

Ryan realized he had overlooked something: since the world had created a past life for him, then Miss Jasmine... must also have a past life.

Before Ryan stood Miss Jasmine from her past life.

Elves are a long-lived race. Even though Jasmine was about the same age as him in their previous life, and Ryan was very old, she was still radiant.

"What agreement did I break?" Ryan asked after a moment of silence.

“After committing suicide and being reborn, you must come to me,” Jasmine said. “You broke that promise.”

"How do you know about the next life?"

Ryan asked the most crucial question.

"...You retain memories from your previous life?"

But only players can retain their memories after death... In the game Gray City, there should only be one player.

wrong.

Ryan shook his head.

Having evolved to this point, this game is no longer a game from Gray City, but a game designed by the 'Death Witch'.

He still remembered what the Death Witch had said that day: Ryan and Jasmine were her second and third most anticipated movies, respectively.

Ryan wasn't the only guest chosen by the Witch of Death for a trial?

When did she choose Jasmine?

Ryan knew that point in time, ever since that day in Chuguang City when Jasmine was able to defy her death instinct and return to the cafeteria—she too had been under the watchful eye of death.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ryan asked.

“If I told you, I would retain my memories too…” Jasmine asked, “Would you still have agreed to die with me back then?”

will not.

Ryan asked himself honestly, and he didn't.

It was because Jasmine said she would forget all the pain of death and that her soul would not be worn away that Ryan agreed to her request.

But the truth is, his soul experienced ten thousand deaths.

Miss Jasmine's soul,

He also experienced ten thousand deaths.

Ryan should have realized that in this modified dream, everyone's character settings are different from those in the real world. For example, Lawrence in the real world is supposed to duel with Helen, but in this dream, he doesn't know which beast influenced him, but Helen is forced to be paired with him.

Miss Jasmine, however, experienced a complete resemblance between reality and her dream.

Dreams are a reflection of reality, but Jasmine is reflected in every detail, unless she herself comes from reality.

Ryan's eyes widened as he recalled his first meeting with Jasmine.

Back then, she called out "Dad," and Ryan assumed it was just a dream, a different reality, and that it was normal for a child to be innocent... But if she retained all her memories, was she actually calling out that on purpose?

Was she deliberately teasing herself at the time?

"I'm a great actress, aren't I?" Miss Jasmine boasted smugly.

“Especially in the last year, I deliberately acted like I was 'holding you in my arms and regretting it for the rest of my life,'” Jasmine said. “It was so interesting.”

Ryan was having fun when he was born, and so was Jasmine.

“You’re insane.” Ryan looked up at her. “There’s more ahead.”

"if not?"

Jasmine lowered her head, her silver hair falling down, the sunlight and snow shimmering on it like a light veil.

"I've said it a thousand times, ten thousand times, even to the ends of the earth."

Ryan suddenly remembered that when he said goodbye to Jasmine for the last time, he told her "see you tomorrow," and Jasmine seemed to have replied with something at that time (see Chapter 175).