Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

The blazing fire couldn't kill him; all his struggles were laughable.

They are all toys, farmers and knights alike; all mortals are the witch's toys.

Kiri understood that he was a pawn chosen by the "Withering Disease," and that he was about to be transformed into a monster in the ugliest and most tragic form, facing his destined fate of withering away.

He could already hear whispers, a call from the depths of the town of Blight, from the last heir of the plague, the Blight Princess.

Everything is over; everything is destined to wither.

Simon burned like a straw, and as the evening breeze lifted it, it turned to ashes and scattered away.

The embers of fire remaining on Kiri's cheek were about to go out.

In the howling wind, Kiri heard the last verse: But I will not wither, I will burn as straw and scatter it in the ground, to sing you the song of rice flowers.

In this rotten world, everything withers and dies, except for it.

"—Fuck your sickly princess!! Fuck your destiny!"

"Ryan was right before! You're a fucking bitch!"

Kiri cursed angrily, raising the hottest and brightest flames from his hands, tearing open the corners of his mouth, and pouring them all into his head. Since the body can regenerate after burning, then let it burn forever!

Burn it, let it regenerate, let it regenerate, and then burn it again!

He will wither when the fire is extinguished.

Since that's the case, let it keep burning!

"I'd rather burn until the end of time than wither away!!"

Chapter 69 The Radiant Flame Burns Forever

[Guidance Task]

[Defeat the first chapter's final boss, "Eternal Flame" Kiri Blair]

[Reward Amount: 10 Azure Silver Spirit Gray]

madman.

This was Ryan's only thought.

Before him stood Kiri Blair, who had infused his entire body with blazing fire.

The withered branches that had turned into bones, the pale bark that had been stitched into skin, and the foul-smelling leaves flowing from the rotting blood vessels were all burned away by the pure flames.

But the withering disease could not be stopped; his curse originated from his soul, so his body was reborn in a withered state, only to be burned by the blazing fire once more.

The blazing fire cannot be contained by mortal objects, for it can only burn away curses.

The curse of endless recurrence of the withering disease became the eternal fuel for the blazing fire.

The fire burned brighter and brighter.

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combustion.

withered.

combustion.

It withers and then flourishes again from the fire.

Extinguishing it is simple: cut off the burning curse of decay, and the fire will go out.

But once the fire goes out, he will wither and turn into a monster, so he must keep burning.

Kiri stood in the twilight, his blazing flames turning half the sky golden. No player dared to approach, just staring blankly at Kiri, at his burning back, a back that seemed to burn until the end of time.

If his heart doesn't extinguish itself, it may burn forever.

Ryan couldn't assess Kiri's condition, and Kiri was finding it difficult to communicate with them.

All Kiri could feel was the excruciating pain of hell.

Not only his body, but even his soul was repeatedly burned in the raging hell, scorched by the blazing fire. Every second of pain exceeded the limits of human endurance, yet he didn't even howl.

The blazing fire burned away Kiri's eyes, throat, nose, and ears, but he stood there calmly, like a stalk of straw that would never fall. Straw cannot speak, cannot hear, cannot see; it can only burn, burn calmly.

He must stay alert, or the fire will go out.

Kiri remembered what his older brother had said.

The baby's cry broke the silence.

Perhaps sensing Simon's departure, the sick baby awoke and began to cry, crying alone, his cries so pitiful and desperate.

Before contracting silicosis, he was just an infant, and for the past thirty years he has been crying like this, a lost child crying forever in the cold, deathly white night.

The young soul was forever trapped in a dark shell, unable to grow up, unable to die, unable to find peace.

Kiri slowly moved.

Despite losing all five senses, he heard crying. He struggled to drag his burning body, each step leaving a fiery pit in the ground; step by step, he finally reached the shop window.

Then, he opened his arms.

She gently embraced the child.

Kiri's lips moved slightly. His throat had long been burned through by the flames, so his voice was very low, intermittent, almost a whisper.

Ryan listened carefully; Kiri was humming a song.

—"Lullaby of Rice Flowers"

This children's song was lost along with Daohua Town thirty years ago. Simon learned the lullaby from the villagers, and Kiri learned it from his brother. Now, he sings it to the children of Daohua Village.

"Baby, my baby."

"The night is deep, I wish you could fall asleep with the pillow of rice blossoms."

We cannot embrace our children with the cold, white night.

I will embrace him with fire and rice blossoms.

The baby was still sobbing pitifully, but when he heard the familiar song, he gradually calmed down and felt a long-lost warmth.

An unprecedented warmth enveloped him from all directions. For the past thirty years, the child's world had been a desolate white night, but the faint, warm, and bright yellow light slowly seeped into the sky, a yellow like rice blossoms.

The child then opened his tiny hands and revealed a small smile.

Listening to the lullaby, the child became sleepy and slowly closed his eyelids, drifting off to a dream where he would never wake up again, a dream filled with endless rice paddies.

The withered body turned to ashes and scattered with the wind from Kiri's embrace, no longer able to bind the young soul.

This is a lullaby.

It is also a requiem.

The child emerged from the desolate white night, while Kiri remained trapped in the long purgatory.

Only Ryan knew that this was not 'eternity'.

Perpetual motion machines do not exist.

If Kiri could be reborn forever, then the original timeline could never be defeated.

The principle behind the regeneration of those afflicted with the blight is simple: as long as there are blight spores, regeneration is possible. As an apostle of the blight, Kiri has two sources of curse, one growing not only in his body but also in his soul.

Once the physical body is burned, the spores on the soul will consume the soul to repair the physical body. Unless the source of the curse is destroyed at the same time, one will repair the other.

Therefore, there are two ways to kill Kiri.

A highly technical method that simultaneously eradicates the source of the curse from both the soul and the body.

This requires the executioner to have the ability to sever the soul.

Lu Ming's sword technique can achieve the final move, but unfortunately Ryan is still stuck at 0.75 progress.

In terms of lore, a true sword of light can cut through anything. A thousand years ago, Richard was able to sever the concept of twilight with the Sword of Luminosity, so naturally he could also sever the soul.

The simplest and most brutal method is to use powerful bricks to continuously throw blazing fire at the body, allowing the curse to constantly consume the soul. Once the soul is also completely burned away, Kiri Blair will disappear completely.

In the previous life, the players teamed up and used this tactic to wear down Kiri through a war of attrition.

But the second outcome is not death, but disappearance.

In Eden, death is not the end. The body dies in the white night, and the soul becomes the Lightless. The body is burned in the blazing fire, and the soul returns to heaven.

Disappearance is the end.

If the soul burns away with the body, Kiri will have nothing left.

All that remains is nothingness, literal nothingness.

Eternal nothingness may be more terrifying than eternal burning, at least the former still exists.

"Kiri, don't burn the ear, listen to me."

After a moment of silence, Ryan sighed and said helplessly to the burning figure, "After burning for so long, you know what's being burned, right?"

He paused, then said, "Just wither away in peace."

This is not something Ryan should say.

Especially having to say stupid things in front of a bunch of stupid players.

If I say too much about the murals, those stupid readers will really misinterpret them, but even so, these murals must be mentioned: execution was the lord's duty.

Ryan sighed inwardly. Every day was exhausting; there was always someone trying to create trouble for him.

“I’ve said that before.”

Ryan gazed at him, his pale silver eyes reflecting the latter's back and the twilight, and calmly stated a fact: "I will take responsibility for killing you."

However, I'll have to wait a month before I go home and level up.

This wave has already made its escape.

Ryan thought to himself that this wasn't so bad. After making a tough statement, he abandoned the player and ran away. Wouldn't that also ruin his character?

Kirish heard Ryan's words, and he turned to look at Ryan one last time. If it weren't for Ryan, he might still be wandering aimlessly, eventually withering away into a monster.

"Thank you." The lips moved as if to say, "You are a good lord."

Who should we insult, Lord?

Ryan instantly bristled. "You fucking swear again?"

If I didn't want to destroy your Azure Silver Spirit Gray, who the hell would bother with you?

Kiri knew his soul was being burned, and he was confident that Lane could truly kill him. He thought to himself, "So let the flames be extinguished. It'll be easier to wither away. Living beings cannot defy the fate of withering; at least withering leaves something behind."

Simply stop the magic supply; it's very easy.

Let the fire within me be extinguished, and let me wither away.

Countless whispers echoed in my ears.

The fire on my body has been extinguished, but what about the fire in my heart?

It won't die out.

For the past thirty years, it has been burning restlessly.

It won't die out.

It wouldn't have happened thirty years ago, it won't happen today, and it won't happen in the distant future.

His heart will burn forever.

So, give your all to the flame in your heart.

Kiri did not extinguish the flames on his body, but instead gathered all his magic power into the withered spores. After the source of the curse devoured the magic power, the withered plants would grow faster, and the more firewood there was, the brighter the fire would burn!

He will exploit the curse of the withering disease, his curse of eternal resurrection.

Not just magic, but also this remaining body and this decaying soul.

Everything that Kiri Blair owns—

All turned into firewood, all turned into straw.

Throw them all into this blazing furnace!