Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

He even began to doubt whether the foolish and ignorant curse had truly vanished, or whether the filial sons were simply foolish and ignorant to begin with, and therefore had no need for the curse at all...

Given his current public image, there will always be filial sons who will try to make amends for his early misdeeds.

They complied.

Ryan forcibly suppressed the urge to kill the players again.

That was a sneak attack; it'll be much harder to do that this time.

Both he and Jasmine had exhausted their magic, and facing this swarm of endlessly resurrecting cockroaches now would be a losing proposition.

We need to find another bad strategy to annoy and drive the players away.

In short, the White Night has risen, and staying under the White Night for an extended period will reduce your maximum health.

I'm already tired enough today.

I'd better go home and get some sleep first.

Ryan stopped wasting time talking to the players, sheathed his straw sword, and, dragging Miss Jasmine's shadow behind him, walked out of Blighttown.

"Lord Ryan."

The legendary investigator called out from behind, saying they had just run back from outside the village of withered disease and saw a different view: "It's different outside now."

He thought for a moment, then said, "This is all thanks to you."

How different can they be?

Ryan continued walking forward and arrived outside the town of Blighttown. The rain clouds that had gathered over half the sky finally fell, and the rain soaked the town.

This rare rain reminded Ryan of the current season.

Late spring to early summer.

Father's Day is coming soon.

No wonder the players are so filial...

This spring rain fell on the small town in summer.

Ryan remembered that before he entered the village, the town was surrounded by barren fields stretching for miles, with sick villagers working everywhere on the withered field ridges. But now, Ryan could no longer see those barren fields.

Because the sick princess died.

Then it withers and disappears.

What came into Ryan's view was an endless expanse of golden rice fields.

A gentle evening breeze blows by, and summer rains seep into the paddy fields, causing golden waves of rice to surge across the rice paddies.

Even after they have withered, the working people are still the working people.

The spirit of labor will never wither.

For the past century, the villagers have been repeating the same routine of tilling the land, planting, cultivating seedlings, and watering.

Even withered straw, the crops still survive on this land.

A hundred years later,

The rice flowers have finally bloomed.

The sky was a pale silver corona, and the earth was covered with golden rice paddies.

Ryan remembered the town and village's names from a hundred years ago: Rice Flower Town and Rice Flower Village. It was the only remaining food production base in the Dark Territory, supplying food to the surrounding camps and serving as the hope for the survival of the Dark Territory's inhabitants.

That's why farmers work tirelessly day and night to grow crops.

Looking at the scenery before him, Ryan understood why it was named 'Rice Flower'.

As long as the rice flowers remain, the bald head will remain as well.

This is the foundation of everything.

“My sick village is gone.” Ryan cried, his face contorted with grief, and then began to speak incoherently again. “The amusement park is destroyed.”

“But when I saw the gold before me…” Jasmine’s shadow swayed as she said, “I understand now why the Straw Knight was willing to burn to ashes.”

We burn straw, and we bloom rice flowers.

Ryan was silent for a moment, then said, "They're complete idiots. What's the point?"

He bent down, picked a sheaf of golden wheat from the field, and handed it to Jasmine.

"?" Jasmine tilted her head in confusion.

“Today is the fourteenth day of my employment with you,” Ryan explained.

"The first day was olive branches, the second day was roses, the third day was cornflowers... but the flowers on the back hill have all been harvested. I don't know what kind of flowers to send as wages."

Ryan paused.

"Miss Jasmine."

“This bunch of golden rice flowers,” Ryan said, “is your fourteenth day’s wages.”

"I'll accept it."

Jasmine took the bundle of rice stalks. Even though rice stalks weren't flowers at all, she didn't accuse Ryan of cheating. Instead, she looked at the golden wheat field and nodded.

She gently inhaled the fragrance of rice.

“This is indeed the most precious flower in the world—thank you, Mr. Lane.”

Chapter 1, "The White Night is Coming," is now complete.

[Chapter Two 'Ash Dawn' Begins]

[Second Closed Beta Test, Unlocked]

Please take one day off.

Hello everyone, I'm Metal Raindrop's pet golden retriever, Raindrop.

After updating continuously for over a month, this is the first time I'm taking a break from writing this book.

It's Dragon Boat Festival and Father's Day, so my boss, Metal Raindrop, went back to his hometown to spend time with his family. I'd like to ask for a day off!

Wishing everyone a happy and prosperous Dragon Boat Festival!

Chapter 83 "The IP Value of Ryan Lumin"

The next day, early in the morning.

A gentle breeze and pleasant weather.

Spring has faded and summer is in full swing. The mornings in Chuguang City are also bathed in the warm summer breeze.

Ryan had a very fruitful day yesterday and slept soundly through the night. The weather was sunny and the wind was gentle, so he was in a good mood.

This pleasant mood lasted until he got up, washed up, and saw the top trending post.

"A 10,000-word analysis! We calculated the IP value of Ryan Lumin in one night - the legendary investigator."

Ryan took a deep breath.

Just looking at the title, Ryan felt an overwhelming sugary scent rush to his head, his face turning bright red. He took several deep breaths to barely avoid being overwhelmed by the sugar.

What's meant to happen will happen.

In order to monitor the public opinion trends of the community players, he had to be red-handed.

Such a nutritious breakfast so early in the morning.

Ryan cast a divine guidance spell on himself, preparing himself mentally.

This post is quite long, exceeding ten thousand words.

Ignoring the long list of calculations at the beginning, such as "market giants," "cultural output," "derivatives and peripherals," and various technical terms that no one understands, like "Eden Forest value system" and "marginal utility," Ryan skips directly to the end and looks at the conclusion.

$1000000000

Seize, seize less?

Ryan squinted and counted the zeros; it was a billion dollars, and in US dollars no less.

He was so angry he laughed.

I never imagined I would be worth this much; $10 billion is enough to buy ten J-10C fighter jets.

Ryan wanted to split himself in half and sell the pieces to buy five planes to bombard these rebellious creatures.

There are no humans left.

Players who have taken time off work often fill in their money values ​​with their feet, and they really don't know how to hold back when filling in the numbers.

Come and refute him.

Let's get some humans.

Ryan was anxious to find some sober people in the comments section, and he did find many rational and clear-headed players who refuted the legendary investigator's claims; the screen was filled with their comments.

'It's not that low.'

Ryan was startled and started looking at each one.

"Only a billion? Who do you think you are?"

'Legendary investigator, are you trying to smear our Leybold?'

What are your intentions?

'The neighboring company has already surpassed 560 billion!'

Has numerical inflation in the gaming industry become this outrageous these days...?

Ryan couldn't help but lament that the industry was truly doomed.

Contrary to Ryan's expectations, the legendary investigator reassured players in the comments section: "Be rational when playing games," "When calculating data, stick to the facts," "I'm also a Ryan fan, I've been a member of the fan club for a long time," "Although it's still a bit low now, Ryan has a bright future," "After all, the game hasn't been officially released yet, we can't overhype it."

Upon seeing this text, Ryan's divine guidance spell shattered.

He would rather beat the withered princess ten more times than see these wretches again.

"So when will the second closed beta test for the game be released?"

"Just this afternoon."

"I want to sign up! Pick me! Pick me!"

"Can the 5090 run it without VR?"

"Hilarious, they want to play with these old, dilapidated things from the last century."

How many spots will be drawn this time?

Ryan sighed. Of the thousand people who said they wanted to play, not one had VR equipment; they were all just virtual fans.

Ironically, these kinds of "filial sons" are the most annoying.

Eden's Second Closed Beta Test

[To thank all players for their support, a second event will be held at 18:00 today.]

[Number of available spots: 50]

The second closed beta test is coming.

Ryan's expression was solemn. The first test had failed because of Kiri's loss of control, and he was determined to seize the opportunity for the second test.

The second test is this afternoon, and time is running out.

The first test gave out ten accounts, and the second test gave out fifty.

Because of yesterday's mistakes, clips of the players' charge, the duel between the Straw Knights and the Withered Knights, and his battle with the Withered Princess have been leaked.

Then it was edited into a video.

Coupled with exaggerated titles such as "The Ultimate Suppression Explodes in an Instant" and "Straws Drift Towards the Western City of Light," it garnered a considerable number of views and attracted a large wave of traffic.

The first Eden test offered free spots, while the second Eden test required a lottery system. Ryan looked at the number of applicants and was surprised to find that it had reached 10,000.

This means that if today were the official launch day, ten thousand Lightless would descend upon the City of Light. Given the fanaticism of the fan groups, Ryan would be reduced to his knees and transformed into Star Fury on the very first day.