Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

As a popular livestreamer known for her attractive appearance, she continues to play this trashy game because she's after the little boy, and she can't tolerate anyone offending him. "You're not allowed to cyberbully him; he's just a child."

"Cyberbullying? Cyberbullying a virtual character?" Uncle Sigma retorted.

“Behind every character is a real person,” Yuzi retorted. “Lai Bao is a city lord even though he’s underage, which would be equivalent to a bureau-level cadre in the system. And what about you?”

Laibao is here, that's enough.

Hiding in the shadows, Ryan watched, sweating profusely.

He was also among the first beta testers. Thinking back, the streamers were indeed quite diverse, each possessing a unique skill. There were those like "Old Uncle" who enjoyed the action and garnered negative attention, those like "Youzi" who only cared about looks, and those like "Legendary Investigator" who provided lengthy analyses...

Every player is a god.

"Only I am a normal person..." Old Ryan thought to himself.

However, he was happy to see these amazing people arguing, the more amazing the better, the better, to ruin the discussion environment of the game!

He never expected that the players would discover the hidden bridge by throwing offerings; it was utterly shameless.

But that's okay, the best surprise is yet to come.

Ryan told Henry, who was guarding the bridge, to get ready and set up his bow and arrows. The young man had lost both his parents at a young age; he was truly gifted and a promising candidate to block the bridge.

Although reluctant to admit it, Lane knew that Henry's talent far surpassed his.

There are different levels among orphans, and I am only at the half-step orphan level.

As for prodigies like Henry and Jasmine, they are at the level of perfect orphans.

Henry was also very excited. Thanks to Miss Jasmine's kind words, he had landed such a wonderful job that matched his expertise.

As a professional undercover agent, he had to gain Ryan's trust, especially since...

Blocking the bridge is so much fun!

Without saying a word, Henry used shadow magic to conceal himself, crouched on the low wall, nocked an arrow, and held his breath, waiting for the Lightless to step onto the bridge.

"I'm not going to argue with you. I'm going to settle the score with that old bastard Ryan."

The old man knew the principle of "capture the king first" well. Having been in the internet community for many years, he knew that the women in front of him were unreasonable, but as long as he attacked their master, he could beat them into a frenzy.

He took the lead and jumped onto the invisible bridge.

"You dare!" Yuzu was anxious and quickly followed.

As soon as the two left, the crowd, who had been hesitating, quickly followed.

"This bridge may have a hole."

"When you leave, remember to throw small snacks to mark the way in advance. The colors of the snacks are very eye-catching."

The legendary investigator, true to his seniority, used a "Food Avenue" trick. Upon hearing this, the players threw out their snacks, and those that didn't fall were safe spots. They could simply step on them without worry.

Thanks to the legendary investigator's brilliant plan, the three female anchors successfully fell into the water.

Because all the safe spots were filled with snacks.

They dared not step on it, and naturally fell into the water.

"Yuzu, is this all the resolve you have?" The old man walked in front, not forgetting to mock, "You don't even dare to step on a stone, what right do you have to say you want to protect him?"

"I'll fight you to the death!" Yuzi was going all out; she might as well stomp on him.

As expected of the evil Dark One... Henry, standing on the bridge, broke out in a cold sweat; it was truly blasphemous.

There's a reason why the Dark Ones are universally hated in Eden.

He reinforced the stereotype of the lightless, who believed they had no choice but to strive.

As an assassin who walked the shadows, he thought he had long lost all emotion and humanity. But unexpectedly, a long-lost sense of justice rekindled within him; Henry could not allow these monsters to set foot in the City of Light.

Five players walked carefully on the Stone Road, their feet firmly planted on the stone ground.

The uncle walked the farthest, and couldn't help but get carried away, bursting into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" the legendary investigator asked.

"I laugh at Lu Ming's lack of strategy and Ryan's lack of wisdom," the old man said, pointing to the landscape. "If an archer were stationed on this invisible bridge, wouldn't we all be ready to be slaughtered?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the sound of an arrow piercing the air was heard.

—"Whoosh!"

Chapter 41 Player: As long as... we can get to that place

"Whoosh!"

Upon hearing the sound of an arrow piercing the air, the legendary investigator reflexively closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that half of his uncle's head had been cut off, and a broken arrow was stuck in the latter's eye socket, its tail feathers still trembling slightly.

"Uncle," the legendary investigator exclaimed, "you've got an arrow in your head."

"what?"

The arrow was too fast, and before the old man could react, he saw that most of his health bar had disappeared. He instinctively touched his eyes and found them covered in sticky blood.

"A son is blocking the bridge!"

He exclaimed.

It turned out to be a dog blocking the bridge.

No sooner had he called Ryan stupid than an arrow pierced his forehead. Before he could even utter a thousand curses, he heard a whooshing sound as arrows rained down, turning his uncle into a pincushion in an instant.

"There really is an ambush?"

"Good shot! I'll launch mine too."

"Blocking the bridge?"

"Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed. Your bad luck has finally caught up with you. This is hilarious."

"Do you have a katana to play with?"

As soon as the uncle died, the live stream was instantly flooded with all sorts of people having fun.

Ryan smiled with relief; the second batch of tax payments had arrived.

Following Brother Long, the cold old uncle has also transformed into a warm blessing.

Yuzu was furious that her uncle, who had been so outspoken, had finally met his end as divine retribution. Before she could even laugh at him, everything went black, and a dense rain of arrows came hurtling towards her.

She couldn't laugh anymore.

"No, go back."

The players were thrown into chaos. Those who rushed forward desperately retreated, colliding with those behind them. The crowd became so dense that it was impossible to move. In the blink of an eye, one player was pushed off the bridge.

The legendary investigator also turned and ran; if he got shot, he'd have to start all over again.

However, the bridge is invisible, and due to years of disrepair, the dilapidated and narrow bridge surface is riddled with holes.

In their desperation, the players had no time to pay attention to the markers, forgetting all about where they could and couldn't go, and only cared about escaping for their lives.

Those who slipped and fell into the hole died more often than those who were shot. The surging waves of the moat swallowed all the corpses, leaving only the warm blessing.

The players who fell in struggled to surface in the river, all uttering curses and tears of blood.

"Birth Game".

"You're still guarding the invisible bridge?"

"Is this something a human could come up with?"

"It's all gone. All the blessings I've accumulated over so long are gone..."

Death is not scary; death is like a cool summer night. What's scary is dying in vain, which is like a summer night with mosquitoes.

Players evacuated from Sunset Forest to Dawn City, killing monsters along the way and accumulating a lot of blessings. Before they could enjoy them, they were shot dead on the invisible bridge during the evacuation.

To be able to refrain from attacking, it must be a divine tortoise that has lived for thousands of years.

"Archer, I ( ) your ( )!"

"The crematorium called and said your ( ) ( ) is a bit sticky."

Although he couldn't understand the curses of the Lightless, Henry could still sense the strong malice in their tone.

But it's okay.

The more those without light oppose it, the more it proves that I am right.

Crouching on the battlements, Henry shot with increasing vigor and accuracy.

For the thirty years before meeting Lane, Henry felt he had wasted his life; guarding the bridge was much more interesting than being an undercover agent.

There are such exciting jobs in this world.

Hiding in the shadows, watching those who had lost their light being blown off their heads with arrow after arrow, before falling helplessly off the bridge, Henry felt a strange sense of relief. He held a low position in Lu Ming's secret service, his talents going to waste, but now, he could finally put his skills to good use.

Henry's smile grew increasingly sinister. "Those without light, I severed that fragile bond of parenthood long ago!"

Arrow after arrow.

In just a few seconds, two more people without light fell off the bridge, turning into a warm blessing.

Another tax payment arrived, and Ryan smiled with satisfaction.

"Stop running, running is useless!" the legendary investigator shouted. "Raise your shields, let's rely on our resilience and charge straight through."

The remaining two players exchanged a glance and then raised their shields: as long as they could tough it out and enter the City of Light, they could revive in the city without having to run through the map again; their fate depended on this one move.

The three wooden shields were stacked together, forming an impenetrable defense.

"Hmph, naive."

Henry sneered; Lord Ryan had already instructed him on this matter.

He replaced the ordinary wooden arrows with the fire arrows that were wrapped in cloth with hot oil poured on them. They would burst into flames when lit with a torch.

He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, lit it, and shot.

"Wow, it even has enchantments."

The legendary investigator knew his life was over. The rocket pierced the wooden shield, instantly igniting it. Without the shield's protection, they scattered in panic, desperately running towards the city gate—anything to get there...anything to get there...

"So exciting, this is really exciting!"

The screen was flooded with comments, everyone was amused and inspired, "Go for it, the hopes of the whole village are on your shoulders."

"Don't stop!"

"Defeat this beast's game!"

The legendary investigator charged forward desperately, and Henry nocked an arrow and fired again, causing the first two players to fall one after another.

But thanks to the cover of the front ranks, the legendary investigator was unharmed. Stepping over the bodies of his comrades, he felt a surge of passion burning in his chest. At this moment, he carried the will of his comrades on his shoulders.

"Let these beasts guarding the bridge see our resolve."

The player with the ID 'Makabakka' was still alive, having been shot in the abdomen with an arrow embedded deep in his abdomen.

Even though Makka Pakka's health bar wasn't empty, he stopped running away.

At least for those who come after, mark a less thorny path, so that they may pay homage to [Radiant Fire].

Ryan's words echoed in Makka Pakka's ears.

He simply gripped the arrow firmly, slashed it ruthlessly to the right, and blood gushed out instantly. With his deliberate squeezing, it sprayed seven or eight meters away, splattering all over the ground in front of him, before he swayed and collapsed to the ground.

This is...

The legendary investigator's eyes widened as Makka Pakka's blood splattered on the final stretch of the road, and the invisible bridge was no longer invisible—it was a road paved for him with Makka Pakka's blood.

The live chat exploded with comments; this was so entertaining!

"Huh? Use blood to build a bridge?"

"Even the second is here, damn it."

"Wow, there's even a way to clear customs like this."

"To die is an honor, to live is a disgrace, Banzai!"

"Compared to Lord Makka Pakka, this useless old man is just a son, a spineless coward."