Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Stumbling and staggering out of the Blight Castle, Ryan stepped on the ashes of the Straw Knights, his pace quickening as he crossed withered rice paddies and decaying corpses, chasing after the direction in which the Blight had fallen.

Even with his stamina depleted, Ryan's speed remained undiminished.

Fortunately, Ryan had been practicing marathons for many years.

This guy really needs to practice for a marathon.

He could still see the soul of the Sick Princess. Although her body was destroyed, her soul remained intact. Even after leaving Sick Town, this wretched woman could still regenerate quickly.

The century-old curse will not end; more and more towns will wither and more plagued towns will be born.

For Ryan, having more diseased towns was actually a good thing. With diseased villages everywhere, it would be like a playground, and he wouldn't care about Lu Mingren's life or death.

He simply couldn't allow experience to escape.

Not a second too slow, not a second too fast.

She must be killed completely by severing both her spirit and flesh.

The clouds gradually dissipated, and the silvery sunlight slowly poured down.

Ryan arrived at the spot where the blight had fallen, but even though he was a regular marathon runner, he was a little too late. The blight spores had just finished regenerating and were beginning to sprout roots, limbs, and trunks.

Seeing Ryan charging right in front of him, there was no time to regenerate.

The roots abandoned regenerating limbs and transformed into sharp barbs, stabbing at the weakened Ryan.

But Miss Jasmine was faster.

The shadow detached from Ryan's body and darted towards him. The blazing fire smoldered on the ground, and the shadow sword severed the shadow of the root, causing the sharp spikes to break off one by one.

Ryan had already pressed down in front of the Sickly Princess.

Shadows sever the soul, light sever the flesh.

Ryan and Jasmine simultaneously unleashed their final blows upon the Sickly Princess.

This is the final combo attack.

The Shadow Sword pierced the spores on her body, and smoldering flames began to burn. Ryan also pierced the spores on her soul.

Klein's magic was almost exhausted, and he could hardly maintain the operation of the Radiant Flame. He could only try to squeeze out all the magic power in his circuits and try to produce a few weak flames, but it was difficult to burn the spores in a short time.

Even worse, the spores of the withering disease also developed barbs.

The sharp spikes bypassed the straw sword, climbed the hilt, and finally plunged deep into Ryan's wrist.

They originate from the soul.

It was a piercing pain from the very soul. He gritted his teeth, determined not to let go. The silvery sun was shining down on him. If he let go now, all his efforts would be in vain.

Klein's accumulated value of the Plague was already very high. If his soul reached the maximum value, he would likely end up like Kiri, with both his spirit and body corrupted, and he would fall into becoming an Apostle of the Plague.

Should I let go?

The enemy's accumulated Blazing Fire value increases more slowly than Ryan's accumulated Blight value.

Thirty percent, forty percent... fifty percent....

Burning at the same time was definitely impossible, and dusk had long since fallen while the white night had already risen.

Should I let go?

When Ryan thought this way

In the afterglow of the blazing fire, Jasmine's shadow reached out to Ryan's shadow.

The girl's slender fingers hooked around the boy's finger shadow, her little finger hooked around her little finger, and then their ten fingers intertwined.

The thorn pierced Jasmine's soul first.

Because Jasmine took half of it, Ryan's rate of wilt disease accumulation suddenly dropped.

Although he didn't touch the actual object, Ryan could feel the gentleness and warmth of the girl's fingertips.

The girl's warm magic was transmitted through the link of shadow magic.

And so the straw sword reignited its blazing fire. The scattered sparks rose higher and higher, growing stronger and stronger. The flames of light and shadow spread like wildfire, turning the silvery night sky into a golden sunset.

The accumulated value of the Blazing Fire suddenly surged, but Ryan knew, he knew a fact clearly.

Not only do the soul spores have spikes, but the flesh spores also have spikes.

Jasmine held the sword in one hand and held his hand with the other. How could she withstand the sharp spikes of flesh?

When Ryan looked down, he saw that the half-elf lady's shadow was already enveloped in spikes; the damage from shadow magic was mutual to both friend and foe.

This idiotic elf was suffering from both spiritual and physical pain.

"Are you an idiot? Let go of me!" Ryan cursed. "It's pointless to fight anymore, let's go home!"

"I won't listen to you." Unexpectedly, the girl shook her head, "Because the sun has already set, it's time to get off work now."

What kind of twisted logic is this?

Have you forgotten?

The girl whispered softly beside Ryan's ear, "Just a shadow is fine—holding hands is my overtime pay."

“Mr. Ryan Lumin”.

Miss Jasmine looked at the silvery-blue sky and said with a smile:

"Let me hold your shadow as the sun sets at dusk."

[Volume 1, The White Night Will End]

Chapter 81 Victory Settlement

The accumulated value of the Blazing Fire reached its maximum value first.

Princess Blight glanced at Ryan one last time, sheathed her barbed words of rejection, and her lips moved slightly.

Her spirit and flesh burned simultaneously, and she turned to ashes.

Ryan was still not at ease, fearing that the guy might suddenly rise from the dead again. He barely managed to squeeze out a few drops of magic power, ignited a blazing fire, burned the ashes on the ground again, and took off his blood-stained shirt and threw it into the fire as well.

Only then could I barely feel at ease.

"Are you alright?" he asked the shadow on the ground.

Jasmine did not respond.

Ryan thought something was wrong with Jasmine, perhaps she had contracted the withering disease, and hurriedly asked, "Jasmine?"

There was a long silence.

Shadow then quietly said, "...I suggest you take off your pants and burn them too, otherwise you'll end up with a rotten crotch."

I am a good crotch.

Ryan's face darkened. If she could still get down, then Jasmine must be alright.

The Princess of Withering is the concept of all withering. With the death of the concept of withering, the withering plants accumulated on Ryan's body fell off, and the curse that had plagued him for a hundred years was completely removed.

Won.

Finally, a small matter has been resolved.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.

After letting out a small sigh of relief, Ryan's face looked even worse than if he had lost, because something even bigger awaited him.

With the plot expanding to this point, how are we going to explain things to the players?

You should know that tomorrow is the second closed beta test.

All the streamers are live streaming.

The most urgent task is to shut down the streamers' live broadcasts.

We need to find a way to shut down the live stream.

Ryan's mind raced. Soon, as if remembering Jasmine's words, he subconsciously looked down at his crotch... This would definitely kill the entire live stream.

No, no.

Players will be even more excited.

Ryan quickly put the idea of ​​that demon out of his mind.

"Wow...it's a battle-damaged version of the Leybold, wow, that's so cool."

From a great distance, Ryan could hear the familiar battle cry.

He looked up and saw the players rushing over, panting. Yuzu, with her sharpest eyes, spotted Ryan, who had taken off his shirt, from afar.

The boy wasn't exactly muscular; his skin was so pale it was almost transparent, and blood had congealed and scabbed over his muscles. Yuzu frantically started taking screenshots, her hand speed even faster than Yuzu's parry.

You are not allowed to look.

Jasmine's shadow quietly drifted over, and she tugged at Yuzu's ankle, causing the latter to cry out and fall to the ground.

A barrage of comments then appeared in the live stream chat.

Ryan's face darkened even more. The intense scene of fighting the Blighted Princess had only garnered 3+ viewers in the live stream, but his simple act of showing some skin had instantly boosted the viewership to 5+.

Is he some kind of borderline streamer?

"Haha, Yuzu wanted to see the little boy fall down."

"Oh, the pomelo is so cute!"

"To be honest, this guy is really cool, isn't he? I think I'll fall too."

"To be honest, it was actually I who provided the face model to Eden."

"Excuse me, are you Brother Hua Liu or Brother Hua Liu?"

"Don't be so harsh on them, these two guys are pretty handsome too. This guy is probably the face model provided by the 'Sick Dogs'."

When Simon and Kiri's story was mentioned, viewers couldn't help but sigh and lament, "These two guys have really matured this time."

To be fair, the plot of Eden is quite interesting, and the audience agrees wholeheartedly.

With this performance, if today's live stream clips are leaked, the second closed beta test's popularity will probably explode.

Ryan's face darkened further at the thought.

Once the hype starts, simply increasing the difficulty level won't be enough to deter these guys.

He took a deep breath; now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to use that forbidden move.

Ryan doesn't intend to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Because that move is like a nuclear bomb that lasts as long as heaven and earth.

Let's discuss this further after we get home.

Thinking about these things, he stood up and picked up the extinguished straw sword from the ground—the curse of withering would kill, and all withering plants would perish with it.

It's such a pity about his dung sword. He spent so much time forging it, only to have it burned to ashes in a fire.

Little did anyone expect that Ryan's fingertips had just touched the straw sword.

Then I felt that familiar stinging pain.

?

Is that straw sword breathing on me and biting me again?

Ryan was stunned. He looked down and saw that withered roots had sprouted from the surface of the straw sword.

As the root extended upwards, alarm bells rang in Ryan's mind: the withered princess was still alive?

The straw sword pierced the spores of the blight, could it be that the latter parasitized the straw sword?

No, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Rather than the withered princess rising from the dead, it's more like some kind of 'residual memory' of the withered princess.

Ryan still remembered the riddles from the Sickly Princess, "Are you also going to steal my mother's 'humanity'?"

Is this what they call human nature?

To put it simply, Ryan's interpretation is that after defeating the boss, a memory sequence will occur.