Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

"What the hell is this game stupid?"

The old man yelled, then backed down, "Run!"

"Loot the bag before you run." The legendary investigator pounced on the corpse and looted it.

Within seconds, the village entrance was completely surrounded by a crowd.

A sick dog drooling, a rooster with a sharp, sword-like beak, a bull charging around, and all sorts of villagers—this map design is like a dung heap, incredibly narrow, with three stray dogs squeezed into a single corner.

Players cursed as they fought, frantically parrying, and even a single mistake could lead to a significant loss of health.

"Come with me."

Ryan said coldly, "What's so fun about the village entrance? We're just trying to lure the players in and kill them."

“Useless trash.”

He deftly deflected the attacks of two villagers, and instead of going through the village gate, he turned and walked towards the side road at the alley entrance.

The players quickly followed the big dad.

Ryan strolled around leisurely, as if he were back home, breaking the monsters' posture bars along the way. The players would then finish them off with a blazing fireball. Ryan didn't complain when monsters were stolen from him; in fact, it could be said that he deliberately let them go, since the blessings would all be his sooner or later anyway.

Fireball consumes magic power, so every little bit saved is precious.

The goal is to deplete the player's mana early on, which will eventually lead to their despair.

Give them a glimmer of hope, then let them completely crumble!

Ryan seems to be leading players to a shortcut, but in reality, he's taking a longer route.

There was a road, but not a real shortcut—the real shortcut was the sewers, which was Ryan's escape route after he provoked the Sickly Knight.

The players, kept in the dark, were completely unaware of Ryan's thoughts and intentions.

Throughout the journey, they only felt a sense of security.

No matter how dangerous the situation, no matter how terrible the map, following Ryan always leads to safety.

The boy in front of me may have a sharp tongue, but he's really capable!

Even a foul-mouthed father is still a father.

Along the way, they climbed ladders and scaled walls, evaded villagers, and dodged stray dogs. The players even developed a sense of camaraderie with Ryan.

At the same time, the number of viewers in the live streamers' rooms continued to climb, breaking the 30,000 mark.

Everyone's commenting "So domineering."

Ryan could no longer hide the smile on his face.

Just bear with it a little longer. You can still laugh now, and it'll be here soon.

The more loyal your comrades are now, the more surprising it will be to run away with them.

Eden's reputation is now highly tied to his public image; if his image collapses, Eden will also collapse.

Let's declare victory in thirty seconds.

Finally, Ryan and his group emerged from the village alleys. An eerie sunlight streamed in, and everyone felt a strong sense of the underworld. Ahead lay the town of Blight, which had been sealed off for a hundred years.

Half a month later, Ryan saw the withered knight again—Kiri's cheap brother. His symptoms were far worse than those of ordinary villagers, reaching the late stage of withering disease.

The soul is imprisoned in an immortal body.

Not only did the body wither, but the soul withered as well.

Even after his ancestral holy sword was stolen from his waist, he still guarded the small room. Beyond him lay the true town of Kubing.

The knight was still murmuring his last words, "My darling, my darling..."

The tone was very soft and eerie, like some kind of strange ballad.

Ryan pondered to himself.

"What kind of treasure could have bewitched a paladin's heart?"

He didn't know what treasures were inside the cabin. In his previous life, he was told to explore the area ahead later.

Little did I know that this 'later' would be the next life.

Kiri's older brother is a nobleman who can afford a 'master-level' holy sword. For such a paladin to be so obsessed with it, willing to be trapped and die deep in the town of Blighttown for thirty years, the treasures hidden there must be extremely precious.

It might be a centuries-old magical artifact that coexists with the curse of withering disease, far surpassing the master level and reaching the legendary or even sacred level.

These kinds of miracles transcend the mundane and are called relics of the gods.

In short, first trick the players into luring the Sick Knight away!

The players got excited when they heard the Sick Knight muttering "My darling, my darling," because there must be a huge treasure chest hidden inside!

In short, first trick Ryan into luring the Sick Knight away!

Chapter 64 also has a mimicry?

"The First Lightbringers, manipulated by the fires of lust."

Ryan feigned reluctance, saying, "The important thing is to assassinate the Plague Princess with me. Don't let material desires cloud your judgment."

Ryan knew that the more he tried to dissuade them from going, the more the players would want to go.

This is what rebellious psychology is like.

On the contrary, if he tries to persuade players to go in a patient and earnest way, the players will not go.

After those two sentences, the players were indeed aroused with Ryan's intense curiosity.

"We're going to collect everything!" the players unanimously decided. "Let's go!"

"A pathetic soul."

Ryan suppressed a laugh and sighed softly, as if mocking the greed of the Lightless Ones, "If you want to go, I'll wait here."

Naturally, he distanced himself from the situation.

The main objective is to conquer Sickshire. I'll only help you with the main objective; you'll have to find the side quests and treasures yourself.

While the players are being chased by the Sick Knight Commander, Ryan steals the goods and escapes again.

Feeling quite pleased with himself, Ryan turned his gaze to the Sickly Knight Commander; he had no desire to fight this thing.

【The Sick Knight Commander】

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Are straw the remnants of golden wheat ears, or the withered remains of each year? The straw knight still lingers.

Kiri's older brother was tall and slender. His armor was worn and worn by time, with only withered vines intertwined to form a cloth that wrapped around his slender body.

The former paladin wore a veil, obscuring his face. A deep, husky voice murmured an eerie, song-like melody, spilling from the gaps in the veil: "My darling, my darling..."

At first glance, the players felt a jolt of recognition, realizing without a doubt that this person was the number one expert in Blighttown.

He gives the impression of being somewhat like the Flower Willow Brother from the back mountain of Chuguang City.

But his sense of oppression far surpasses that of the Flower Willow Bro!

It's not that they have great taste.

The reason is simple: the entrance to this spacious gate, especially in front of the treasure chest room, is completely empty except for him, a single monster. This is enough to explain the situation.

"Fuck him, I'm going to go to hell."

Uncle is a tough guy; once he picks up his weapon, he gets to work. But as soon as he walked in, the Sick Knight started shooting at zero frames and gave Uncle a street dance performance.

Ryan took his sword, but that's okay, Kiri's brother is an old artist who can perform without props.

The withered knight ducked low and slightly shifted to the side, using a ground move to dodge the old man's club. Then, a dazzling display of skill followed, each punch landing with lightning speed and precision. One punch shattered the old man's armor, and the next pierced his abdomen.

He only took a punch in the flesh.

The old man was horrified to discover that his withering disease had reached its limit. The curse of withering disease spread through his blood and veins, the vines taking root in his heart, absorbing the magic power before bursting forth all at once.

The plant shot skyward, and his entire body exploded with a deafening roar.

Pieces and chunks of meat fell to the ground like withered leaves.

The old man scattered everywhere.

The players were completely stunned. They hurriedly dodged the old man's hero fragments, knowing that if they accidentally touched them, they would be doomed.

Without using any weapons, he filled the accumulated disease bar with a single punch?

Even the lichen on the back mountain needs two more hits to fill the players' stun bars; this King of Fighters is no ordinary lichen.

It has to be the kind of venereal disease that the virtuous female protagonist in a domestic text-based adventure game possesses.

The legendary investigator swallowed hard; he almost wanted to disinfect his VR glasses.

"Brothers, this is our fault for not being able to beat them head-on!"

He shouted immediately, "We need someone to distract him so we can steal the treasure from the house!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining players looked at each other in bewilderment, and none of them dared to step forward.

They were all afraid of contracting cyber venereal disease.

Only Makka Pakka approached, his face full of generosity and righteousness.

I will compose a poem.

"The flowers and willows are sick,"

"A tough guy charged straight at the virus."

"The true male lead of Chinese games."

"Great!" The comments section erupted in cheers, praising Makka Pakka's righteousness and declaring him a true hero of Chinese games.

Ryan nodded, his face full of relief. "Yes, go and distract him."

After killing his uncle, the Sick Knight lingered near the hut again.

Makka Pakka pulled a piece of ceramic from his waist, walked up to the withered knight, and threw it at him. Then he turned and ran, and the knight was attracted and charged toward Makka Pakka.

Makka Pakka had trained for marathons and ran twenty or thirty meters ahead before being run over by the Sick Knight, who punched him into a vegetative state.

Now's the time!

We cannot waste Makka Pakka's sacrifice!

A huge treasure chest was right in front of them.

The legendary investigator shouted, and the remaining seven players split into three groups and ran towards the cabin.

The Sick Knight Commander reacted, his rotting throat emitting a sharp roar as he ripped off his left arm and hurled it at the players.

The left arm struck a player in the back.

The withered roots pierced his skin, and his left arm immediately merged with it. The accumulated withered roots burst open instantly with a bang.

What's frightening is the chain reaction.

When the player's hero shards landed on someone else, the latter's accumulation bar filled up, and one after another, flesh and blood exploded. In just one second, three players died.

Wow, there's even a catapult.

The legendary investigator has released this dung monster's mother countless times.

In the blink of an eye, the left arm of the Sick Knight Commander was restored. As long as the core spore, which is the source of magic, is still there, he has an infinite health bar, and he can keep pulling and throwing.

"Shoot off its left arm with a Blazing Fireball!"

The legendary investigator acted decisively, conjuring a blazing fireball in his hand.

The arm, made of withered plants, turned to ashes upon contact with the blazing fireball.

"I'll cover your retreat."

The legendary investigator, paying homage to Lord Makkabaka, stood alone outside the cabin door, hurling fireballs into the sky and battling the Sick Knight.

The other players scrambled and stumbled as they pushed open the door to the hut.

The players went into the house first, but Ryan wasn't in a hurry and let them scout ahead.

Jasmine led Ryan into the shadows of the players, following them stealthily.