Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Ryan can collect all the blessings dropped by players. Warm light flows into his fingertips, slowly spreading into his internal organs, and is eventually stored in his magic circuits.

[Blessed 0.08 (Uncle, died once)]

[Pick up and receive a blessing of 0.04]

This is the message displayed as a blessing.

Unfortunately, it seems that because he only died once, Ryan could only pick up half of the blessing. By this logic, if a player dies twice before picking up the blessing, the entire blessing will belong to Ryan.

Ryan had no psychological barriers to picking it up; this 50% share was all taxes paid by players to the city lord.

Paying taxes is a citizen's obligation.

Eden is a role-playing game; playing a taxpayer is still playing a role, which is what makes it feel real.

"Blessings can be stolen; this is truly a masterpiece!"

Ryan became more and more excited as he thought about it, never expecting that he possessed such a unique skill.

He was already burdened with this enormous curse, and each time he chose to receive protection, he would also suffer the corresponding curse, which required a huge amount of blessing to dispel.

In the original story, it took Ryan Lumin two whole years to dispel the curse of muscle weakness.

A complete blessing can raise one level within a ring. After one ring, for Ryan's physique, each level increase requires a certain amount of additional energy.

After his father and brother died in battle, Ryan fought day and night for two years in the abyss of the darkest depths, accumulating enough Radiance.

Now that he has this special skill, he can awaken it ahead of schedule.

The players' levels are all too low, and Sunset Forest is a beginner's village, so even the amount of Radiance that Ryan picks up isn't very high.

However, the sheer number of people meant that each person could receive an average of 0.04 portions, and ten people would accumulate to 0.4 portions of blessings.

This is only for one hour.

Ryan was instantly motivated to continue torturing these players, making them die more often, and squeezing out even more Blessings.

He's not afraid of exhausting the resources, because he wins either way. Even if he exhausts the resources, all the players will lose their patience and quit the game, which will actually achieve his goal.

Ryan conceived a highly efficient industrial chain in his mind: continue to torture players with extremely difficult and disgusting levels. Players suffer torture and die countless times, level up, pick up his blessing, fatten him up, and then slaughter him. This is a victory.

Players who can't stand the torment choose to quit the game, which is a double win.

This is a win-win situation! Ryan wins either way!

The second closed beta test was a month later. The game was abandoned after the first closed beta test.

Two years later, there will be no invasion of 30 million Lightless Ones, and the [Twilight Fall] event will not occur.

If they don't quit the game, Ryan will continue to leech off their lives until they quit!

Miss Jasmine stared at Ryan with a puzzled look. In her eyes, Ryan seemed a little different. A faint glow slowly surrounded him, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing different.

While Jasmine hadn't expected Ryan to scare the Lightless into committing suicide with just a few words, it wasn't entirely unbelievable.

This is the power of Ryan's words.

After all, he is the eldest son of the Lu Ming family, so it's normal for the Lu Ming family to produce extraordinary individuals.

However, how should I write the report for the Grand Duke to reassure him...?

We need to think about it carefully.

After a moment's thought, Miss Jasmine, being a good girl who always sought the truth, decided to write it down as it was: On his first day in office, young master Ryan caused the suicide of ten natives.

Yes, this is a more realistic way of writing it, since the Lightless are originally the indigenous people.

Miss Jasmine nodded, and couldn't help but put her hands on her hips with a smug look on her face, thinking herself a genius.

“Mr. Ryan, the Dark Ones are about to be resurrected. Should we continue to wait here?”

Jasmine asked curiously, "The sun is about to rise."

“Yes, you’re right.” Ryan nodded. “There’s no point in waiting here any longer.”

He turned to Viscount Kiri and said, “Mr. Kiri, you should go back to the city first.”

The purpose of making an example of someone has been achieved; what needs to be done next is something that shouldn't be seen by this guy.

Kiri gave Ryan one last complicated look. It seemed the young master intended to continue sniping the Dark Ones. After a moment's thought, he nodded.

Since it was the consul's order, he could not refuse.

After Kiri left, Ryan spoke to Miss Jasmine, who was in the shadows.

"Let's wait a little longer."

Ryan thought for a moment. He still had to fulfill his duty as a guide and point out the way to the City of Light to the players. He couldn't let them stay in the newbie village grinding levels anymore—that was the real slaughterhouse.

"It's getting late."

Miss Jasmine calmly transmitted her voice, as a professional attendant had to fulfill her duties: "It should be seven o'clock now."

“I know what you mean, the forest can be dangerous after sunset, but…” Ryan said.

"No, I mean, according to the law."

Miss Jasmine said calmly, "As I said before, I am a professional servant and only do what I should do. You can't exploit your employees like this."

"Give me overtime pay." Hidden in the shadows, Miss Jasmine's shadow spread her hands. "Overtime pay should be triple."

Ryan's face darkened. What the hell? You're asking me for overtime pay?

Why would someone who works a day-wage job need overtime pay?

“No money.” Ryan gave the same old answer, and sighed. “What do you want now?”

This place is a desolate wilderness, there's nothing here.

"Besides, have you forgotten what you promised me?" Ryan said irritably. "The Dark Ones could come at any time, and you can't show your face in front of them."

Guys who play games are all sexually repressed.

Beautiful female characters are the answer to the game's version, and Ryan won't give these guys any favors.

"Hmm...overtime pay..."

After thinking for a while, Miss Jasmine realized there was really nothing in this desolate wilderness. Her shadow tilted its head and said, "How about holding hands?"

This woman is even more sexually repressed than those gamers.

“You promised to stay in the shadows,” Ryan said. “The Dark Ones will be back soon.”

"That'll do," Jasmine thought of a perfect solution.

She leaned back and disappeared into the shadows.

In the twilight, Jasmine's shadow reached out to Ryan's shadow, the girl's slender fingers gently hooking the boy's fingertip, little finger hooked little finger, and dusk cast this intertwined projection on the ground.

Even though he wasn't touching anything in his hands, Ryan could feel the gentle touch of the girl's fingertips through the link of shadow magic.

The temperature wasn't high, but it was slightly icy.

“Just a shadow will do, Mr. Ryan.”

Miss Jasmine looked at the afterglow on the horizon and said with a smile, "Let me hold your shadow before the sun sets at dusk."

"Consider this overtime pay."

Chapter 36 Ryan: The best is yet to come!

The players spent another half hour before returning in a fierce attack.

Ryan looked at them with a sense of relief.

That's the look a farmer gives when looking at cotton.

These players are all walking blessing-collecting machines, and they're fully automatic.

However, he was also somewhat dissatisfied that only two people had quit the game.

He snorted coldly, "Since you like suffering, then I'll give you endless suffering."

“You who have no light.”

Ryan smiled and said that his father had raised him as a breeding machine since he was a child. He had received training in aristocratic etiquette from an early age, and his every move was polite and made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Because of the joy of the harvest, the boy's smile became even more innocent.

You can't hit someone who's smiling, and with Ryan's excellent character model, even though it was Ryan who assigned the task, the players blamed the incident on the game designers.

Who would believe that this polite young nobleman would do something so horrible that would lead them to commit suicide?

It must all be malicious intent on the part of the game developers.

After all, if the character is well-developed, the praise should go to the character, not the planner.

If a character is poorly developed, the blame should fall on the game designers; no one dares to criticize the character.

It's that simple.

Although they had already given up on the plan in their hearts, they had finally managed to make a comeback, and the sunk costs were all there. The players had no choice but to swallow their pride and accept it, at least they could salvage the lost rewards.

As soon as they picked up their gifts, players with a keen sense of numbers immediately sensed something was wrong.

"This isn't right, is it? Why is there so little?"

"I remember it clearly, it wasn't this number!"

"Have your blessings also been reduced by half?"

"Who embezzled my blessing?!"

The streamers immediately panicked and were frantic, as the numbers didn't add up at all, and everyone's blessings had been reduced by half.

The old man cursed loudly, "Fuck you, I'm calling the cyber police!"

Legendary investigator: "This doesn't even qualify as virtual property; the cyber police won't bother with it."

This game must be based on designs from the last century.

There's a chance to lose experience points each time you die, and you lose all of them after dying twice.

"Old Stone" is a nickname for this type of game; gaming media outlets uniformly refer to it as a "death game."

Even the legendary investigator was taken aback. As a veteran player, he had tasted quite a few stones, but this was the first time he had ever tasted such a flavorful aged stone. This delicacy was probably only something that true old-timers could savor.

But now it's 2062, and the old folks are all in their sixties and seventies. Who still plays this birth game?

Where's the promised relaxed and casual, yet thrilling and action-packed style?

The viewers in the live chat were amused. This game is quite creative, bringing out old relics from the last century. It looks exactly like Bao Si. Luckily, I don't have a spot in this game.

The real essence of playing this game is watching the streamers suffer.

"To hell with your death games! Where did these Qing Dynasty zombies come from?" The old man was furious. "Give me back my blessing!"

He fixed his gaze on Ryan, who was still at the crime scene, and without caring about any evidence, blurted out, "Did you steal it for me, kid?"

I didn't steal it; I picked it up.

Ryan gave a polite smile. In his previous life, he was one of the first beta testers and was very familiar with Uncle's live streaming style. He would start by criticizing others and attracted a large number of casual viewers by pretending to be a hater. Every game that encountered Uncle was a disaster.

But for Ryan, this Crouching Dragon felt incredibly familiar.

Good spray, spray more.

“Wow, I pushed this little boy, and none of you are allowed to say anything to him.”

The female anchor [Youzi] met Ryan for the second time, and especially after seeing the boy's genuinely innocent smile, she felt her heart melt.

She was purely attracted to his looks, and Ryan's appearance was exactly what she looked like, especially his slightly tired silver eyes, his almost transparent white skin, and the faint collarbone under his shirt, all of which perfectly appealed to her.

The female viewers in the live stream also started flooding the screen with messages.

"I understand, especially this feeling of feigning maturity..."

"I want to see him in the 3D zone within three minutes!"

Seeing the sick elf sister in front of him, Ryan looked disgusted. [Yuzu Loves Ice] is a typical entertainment female anchor with a pretty high traffic.

This woman is a menace; we need to find a way to scare her away.

The "strongest swordsman" Ryan from the original work is also very popular, but he mostly appears in various fan-made memes and images.