Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Even when I'm very busy, I still have to run 20 kilometers.

Long-distance running proficiency increased by 0.01.

[Long-distance running (0.07)]

Running skill increases by 0.01 every day. After running for a hundred days, Ryan can become a long-distance runner.

The back mountain is vast. A hundred years ago, it was a hunting ground for nobles. Now, a large number of wild beasts infected with the disease roam around. If Chuguang City wants to expand, it must deal with these monsters regularly, otherwise a beast tide will form, which is a considerable expense.

After finishing his run, he picked up the sword beside him and began practicing various martial arts skills while also fighting monsters.

Early morning is the time to strive.

【The True Lu Ming Sword Technique (0.7)】

The ultimate swordsmanship, the sword of the noble...

[The boy's daily morning struggle]

[This is gradually changing Lu Ming's swordsmanship]

[Dealing with the boy's morning erections every day makes it feel humiliated, yet secretly pleased.]

Since his battle with Lady Helen, his proficiency with the 'True Lu Ming Sword Technique' has reached 0.7.

After the Double Flight, Strong Sword, and Current Offense techniques, the training progress of Lu Ming's swordsmanship stalled.

Perhaps it has reached a certain threshold, and can no longer unlock a new move every day, pointing to the sword move.

He could only train slowly through daily morning contractions.

Ryan had a premonition that his sword intent was anticipating a real battle, not a ceremonial martial arts demonstration like the one with Helen, but a true life-or-death battle against a powerful enemy. At that time, his sword intent would undergo a complete transformation.

Although Lu Ming's sword technique progress has stalled, swinging the sword daily will increase Ryan's strength.

【Strength: 1.1】

After swinging the Lu Ming Sword Technique ten times in a row, even though it was a wooden sword, it was enough to soak Ryan completely.

He took another deep breath; his shirt was already soaked with sweat. After catching his breath for a while, he found a shady spot under the eaves to sit down.

"Third day's wages, boss."

Miss Jasmine's head peeked out from under the eaves. She was as light and agile as a cat, hanging upside down. It was a rare sight of sunlight in the sunless area, making it a pretty good morning.

In the sunlight, the girl's toes dangled from the eaves, her fair and healthy calves serving as ropes. Her slender body leaned back and hung down, her long, dark hair cascading down like a waterfall, cascading onto Ryan's cheeks.

There's nothing here.

Ryan still couldn't afford to pay Jasmine's daily wage, and he complained, "I wanted to plant some flowers for you, but unfortunately you all disagreed."

“...Only a fool would agree to that.” Jasmine rolled her eyes.

"What do you want this time?" The weather was a bit muggy, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. "I still don't have any money."

In any case, those who have no money are the bosses, and Ryan showed no remorse for withholding wages from migrant workers.

The first day's wages were olive branches, and the second day's wages were roses.

“Then give me the shirt you’re wearing,” she said matter-of-factly, glancing at Ryan’s barely visible collarbone.

...Ryan's face darkened as he looked at Jasmine, who was tilting her head down from the eaves. She was already looking down early in the morning.

"There are still some wildflowers on the back hill that haven't been infected with the disease, I saw them when I was running."

Ryan pulled a cluster of white flowers from his shirt pocket, their color so intense it resembled the blazing sunlight. "These should be cornflowers, but I'm not sure."

White cornflowers symbolize purity and rebirth.

"Hmph." Jasmine nodded, and said with a smile, "You picked these especially for me?"

"I just picked it up randomly, if you don't want it, that's fine too," Ryan said irritably.

"Then the third day's wages will be cornflowers, boss."

Jasmine nimbly flipped down and took the cornflower from Ryan's hand. Its vibrant color made the sunlight seem even brighter. "Why do you run so far every morning? There are many monsters in the back mountain."

Running training is a relatively crude method in a fantasy world.

Ryan immediately replied, "Train for a marathon."

Ryan's unremarkable words suddenly made the bright morning seem gloomy.

Fast and slow blades, cancel... These memories from his past life have always been with Ryan; he has never forgotten them, and the marathon is another piece of the puzzle on his path to becoming king.

Long-distance runners are just a stopover on the road to becoming a king; marathon champions are the finish line.

In the original timeline, Ryan was designed to be a boss; when he encountered an enemy he couldn't defeat, he would simply engage in a marathon run to ensure his invincibility.

Jasmine was speechless. "I really don't understand your thinking."

Those who don't understand marathons are in trouble.

"You can't outrun me, do you believe that?"

Ryan gave a cold laugh, "Go ahead and slander me all you want."

"How's the renovation work I arranged yesterday going?" he asked.

After receiving her wages, Jasmine started working.

"The bridge has been coated with translucent stone as you requested."

Jasmine's face darkened. She thought Ryan was a real scoundrel. "I also arranged for an assassin from Lu Ming's secret service to shoot arrows on the other side of the bridge."

Jasmine handed over a contract. "It's him. Sign it."

“Of course, you have to pretend you don’t know he’s an undercover agent,” Jasmine said. “He’s a hunter named Henry who was stranded in the Twilight Mountains and sought refuge with us. You have to remember this and not give yourself away.”

"How did you convince him to do this job?" Ryan asked curiously, admiring Jasmine's organizational skills.

Although Jasmine was directly appointed by Grand Duke Lawrence, she did not actually have the authority to command the Dark Guard.

Blocking bridges may seem like an easy job, but it's actually a taboo profession that can bring disaster to your family.

What's more, the roadblock is on the invisible bridge.

The bridge is invisible, and so is their driftwood.

“I told them that Ryan was recruiting gatekeepers.”

Jasmine said, "And the main gate is the face of a castle. All kinds of visitors have to pass through the castle gate. If you're an undercover agent, you should block the bridge gate."

"So they all rushed to apply for the job, and Henry gave me the most benefits, so he got the job."

You're taking kickbacks?

Ryan's face darkened. He thought Jasmine was a terrible person, sacrificing someone else's family member and then charging money for it.

"Are Mr. Henry's parents still alive?" Lane asked kindly.

"Most of Lu Ming's assassins were adopted from orphanages."

"Oh, that's all."

Ryan was immediately filled with awe; he was a genius who had lost both his parents.

No wonder Lu Ming's secret service is one of the top assassin organizations; after all, it's full of orphans.

The problems of the bridge and the bridge guards have been solved.

Jasmine then handed over a uniquely shaped stone slab, a white sun surrounded by three morning stars.

"The blacksmith has crafted the magical lock, which can only be unlocked with this 'Primordial Light Stone Tablet.' The blacksmith carved three tablets; I kept one for myself, and this is for you."

Ryan took the stone slab.

“There’s one piece left,” Jasmine said. “Who are you planning to give it to?”

"Break it into three pieces!"

A strange smile appeared on Ryan's lips.

“One piece was placed in the tower, one piece was thrown into the back mountain, and one piece was thrown into the depths of the town of Kubing.”

Now we have free cleaners!

Chapter 28: Canceling the Substitute for Thinking, Vortex Slash Takes Over the Brain

This is Ryan's open scheme.

The back mountain and tower are infested with a large number of disgusting monsters, and it would take a lot of manpower and resources to clean them up.

However, if players place the key fragments deep in the back mountains, the game will clean them up for free. If players cannot do this, they cannot open the church and will be discouraged from playing.

This technique allows you to kill without a knife.

The players will arrive at dusk today, and Ryan must be fully prepared.

After finishing my morning exercise, the next step is to go to church to pray, which is a mandatory part of being a sworn paladin.

The mad blacksmith set up his blacksmith's shed in the courtyard, with a few scrap iron pieces piled together and a forging furnace in the middle. The old man had been in Broken Iron Alley for a long time and had no requirements for his working environment, as long as he had iron to hammer.

As long as he is prevented from forging equipment, the 'Curse of the Craftsman and Fire' will not take effect.

Ryan drew up some mysterious little blueprints and asked him to design a toy based on the ideas in the blueprints. The old blacksmith, without even sleeping, glanced at the blueprints, then looked at Ryan with a rather complicated expression, before picking up his hammer and getting to work.

Hiring this old man was definitely the right decision. He doesn't need a salary, he's hardworking, and he doesn't ask too many questions.

As Ryan passed the blacksmith's shop and headed toward the church, he heard a chilling voice coming from behind him.

"Ryan Lumin".

He turned around.

The knight lady was still wearing armor today, the snow-white thin armor covering her long, slender legs.

Helen was really tall, a full head taller than Ryan. Her long, golden hair was tied around her waist, her back was ramrod straight, and her equally golden eyes stared intently at Ryan.

"Let's have a proper duel."

Helen is now a Fallen Paladin, or rather, a 'Forsaken Paladin'.

To renew the vow, one must either pay the Vatican to hold a ceremony, or seek revenge.

As a former chaste paladin, her swordsmanship was insulted by Ryan, so she can regain her vows by defeating Ryan fairly and squarely.

This is also why Helen came to the Land of No Light.

Speechless. This is a typical example of the mindset of monopolizing sword techniques.

“Ms. Helen,” Ryan nodded to Helen, “what is your rank?”

“The Third Ring Road,” Helen said proudly, her chest puffed out, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, like a majestic little lion.

A three-ring paladin not even twenty years old—that's the reason for her pride.

"And I am just one link in the chain."

Ryan asked, "Do you think it's fair and square for someone at the third ring level to crush someone at the first ring level?"

Ugh... Helen's momentum immediately faltered.

"If you defeat me based on your rank, does that prove your swordsmanship is correct? Does that give you peace of mind to renew your vow?"

Wow... Helen's momentum waned even further.

She actually found Ryan's words to make a lot of sense.

“I will fight you when we are of equal rank,” Ryan said. “That would be a fair fight.”

Helen fell silent.

Her inherent pride wouldn't allow her to bow down to anyone, but it wouldn't allow her to bow down to her own heart.

If she were to defeat Ryan like this, she would ask herself if she could reaffirm her vow. This was not a test from God, but a test of her own heart.

Therefore, Ryan is a one-in-a-million Paladin genius. His moral standards are low enough, so the requirements for his trials are also low.

“This is the dangerous Dark Territory,” Helen said. “What if you had died before then?”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about that.” Ryan shrugged, saying with a nonchalant air, “Life and death are predestined.”

We've been set up.

Helen knew she had been tricked, and she was furious.