Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

The others were unaware of Ryan's true intentions, but this commotion terrified them, making them think that the handsome young nobleman was toying with them.

Not only did they not expel them, but they even went so far as to refer to them as "family members".

Let alone the fact that they were infected with a curse, even normal people, who would dare to call a nobleman family?

If you want to kill us, just say so. Why beat around the bush?

The leaders immediately knelt down, and the people behind them quickly followed suit, forming a large group of kneeling people.

Only Melanie did not kneel down.

Her dignity did not allow her to kneel before ordinary people, let alone ordinary people from the Lu Ming family.

Melanie glared coldly at Ryan, and no one dared to meet her eyes.

"The young master of the Lu family."

She wore a hood, and her eyes were terrifyingly deep: "Are you mocking us monsters?"

Be afraid and scared.

Melanie stared at the Lu Ming nobleman's throat, waiting for the moment he flinched before striking.

But Ryan looked into Melanie's eyes and said sincerely, "You are not a monster."

Melanie was slightly taken aback.

"Everyone, get up quickly."

Ryan helped the women and children who were kneeling on the ground to their feet. He smiled and said, "You must be tired from your journey. I have prepared some freshly baked bread for you."

Eat up, you idiots... Ryan smiled nonchalantly. Eat your fill until you're all solid fat pigs! That's how you stack up the buff! That's how you make the game truly amazing!

He is truly an evil lord.

Ryan was secretly pleased with himself.

Is there fresh bread...?

Melanie snapped out of her daze.

In short, let's eat first.

Melanie also made a decision.

Only after eating their fill can they have the energy to continue spreading hunger.

She is truly an evil witch.

Chapter 85 Refugees: Ryan is a saint!

“Anyone weighing less than 200 jin is not qualified to be a resident of my town.”

Ryan immediately launched into a bombshell statement: "Weight is the reason for becoming king."

With a wave of his hand, Miss Jasmine, her face grim, placed stacks of bread on the table.

Freshly baked wheat bread, drizzled with bright red strawberry jam, steamed hot, and the rich aroma of wheat mixed with a sweet scent instantly filled the entire restaurant.

The refugees were initially terrified, fearing that if Ryan threw down his wine glass, eight hundred paladins would rush out of the hall and execute them.

But the moment he saw the bread on the table, all his worries vanished.

Even if the paladin finely slices it into minced meat, it will still be made into a strawberry-filled minced meat sauce.

"Thank you... for your generosity."

Their lips trembled as they murmured a sentence.

Even though he was hungry, he dared not be impolite in front of the nobleman, for fear of displeasing Ryan.

The refugees cautiously approached the dining table, not daring to sit down. They looked up at Ryan again, and only after receiving permission did they carefully pick up some breadcrumbs from the table, put them in their mouths, and swallow them.

There were no executioners, and no poison.

The travelers looked up at Ryan again and saw that he had frowned slightly. Their hearts tightened. Sure enough, they had displeased the man.

Ryan was very unhappy.

He only ate such a small amount of scraps. If the player next door saw this, they would think that Lu Ming's family couldn't afford to feed such a big eater.

Generally speaking, he was quite satisfied with this group of homeless people.

With their ugly appearance, physical illnesses, and status as illegal immigrants, coupled with a plethora of politically correct elements, their becoming the first inhabitants of Chuguang City could easily cause a media frenzy within the game.

There was only one thing that Ryan wasn't entirely satisfied with.

That means you're too thin.

The group of travelers were mostly in their twenties and thirties, as well as children as six or seven. Most of them were women and children, who were at the age when they were growing up. However, they were all pale and thin, and you could see that they were skin and bones. This was not good.

Embracing plumpness as beauty is the only politically correct approach.

Given the current international climate, any new game that takes on a politically correct stance will face scrutiny.

This is no longer at the level of a game; it has risen to the level of ideology.

These are all the evil consequences caused by idiots in the first half of the century.

Ryan, who was once a player, also charged to the front line against political correctness, but the dragon-slaying boy eventually became the dragon himself. Unexpectedly, he became the beast he hated the most.

Old age is often marked by nightmares, which may lead one to suspect the person who offered the knife.

I am such a terrible person.

Ryan glanced at the immigrants below and sneered inwardly; these guys were just pawns.

"Travelers."

Ryan said in a loud voice, having been telling too many riddles lately, that he always spoke in a literary tone when talking to outsiders, “According to the tradition of the Western Regions, you are only considered guests of the Lu Ming family after you have eaten bread under the same roof.”

Those pale silver eyes calmly looked down at everyone.

The travelers were taken aback for a moment, but after a little thought, they understood the implied meaning.

Only those who eat the bread are guests; those who don't are enemies.

They hurriedly picked up the bread from the table, broke off pieces for the children to eat, and then broke off a piece for themselves, which they wolfed down.

The moment the bread enters your mouth, the flavor of wheat mingles with the jam, and you swallow it down your throat.

They swallowed food, but tears fell.

How long ago was the last time you ate normal food?

Living in the camp, you could only get one or two pieces of cheese on your birthday, and even then, it was moldy and spoiled, but that was already a very luxurious delicacy.

Their daily meals usually consisted of rotting rats and decaying tree roots.

Even if I were killed on the spot by a nobleman for this one bite of bread, it would be worth it.

"Pour them some water."

Ryan instructed, "Don't choke to death. Your stomachs can't digest much food right now. Crush the bread and soak it in water to drink."

Raising Snorlax requires a gradual approach.

Ryan is determined to become a legendary Pokémon trainer.

All the travelers received a bowl of bread paste, which they wolfed down, but Melanie remained calm.

Given the pride of a witch's bloodline, she would not accept food offered as charity.

She looked calmly at Ryan. "What do you want us to do?"

Nobles don't act out of kindness for no reason.

The nobles of Luming were driven by curiosity and wanted to dissect these travelers infected with the Ash Death Curse. This meal might be their last.

Melanie won't let Ryan have his way.

Although human life and death were none of Melanie's concern, she had, after all, spent some time with them, and given their curse, they were practically her kind.

"I want you to grow up round and chubby."

Ryan answered honestly.

"For me, being round is better than being hungry."

This is the truth.

These old-fashioned people all considered plumpness to be beautiful.

Moreover, the chubby baby is necessary to complete Ryan's evil plan.

Melanie blinked; her witch's sixth sense told her that Ryan wasn't lying.

That was just a simple wish: that all the people under my jurisdiction would be well-fed and healthy, without any other demands.

This was the first time she had ever met such a strange nobleman as Ryan.

wrong.

Melanie's alarm bells were ringing; she had almost been tricked by this kid, Lu Minglai.

That was close.

If everyone in the Lightless Territory is well-fed, wouldn't the 'hunger' disappear?

The cunning Lu Ming nobles harbored such terrible intentions.

Melanie was once again certain that Ryan was undoubtedly her enemy.

While it's true that only when we're well-fed can we have the energy to spread hunger, we can't let the enemy feed us.

"Oh, right." Ryan picked up a slice of wheat bread and handed it to Melanie. "Don't you want some?"

Melanie glanced at the bread and thought to herself how vicious the scheme was, trying to corrupt her, the starving heir, with food.

Could it be that he has figured out my identity...?

"Thank you for your kind offer," Melanie declined calmly. "I don't like it."

"Aren't you afraid of going hungry?" Ryan asked curiously.

Melanie sneered inwardly. She was the heir to [Hunger], the princess of the source. Would the Hunger Witch be afraid of hunger?

Hunger was the norm for her.

It seems this young master didn't recognize her identity at all.

Melanie dismissed it as nothing more than a simple wheat bread.

Ryan drizzled a layer of jam on top with a spoon.

Wheat bread with jam is a bit challenging, but Melanie still manages to pull it off effortlessly.

Ryan frowned slightly. What he had just said was true, but only part of the truth: giving bread to these refugees.

Firstly, I hope they gain some weight. Secondly, giving them bread helps build up their favorability. Once their favorability reaches zero, I can check their identities through the interface.

The composition check confirmed it was correct.

Ryan appears cheerful on the surface, but he is actually a cautious and meticulous person at heart.

Catching Snorlax also depends on the quality of its stats.

Good entries should be avoided.

Ryan had investigated the backgrounds of these refugees; they were all extremely corrupt, descended from wicked families, and more or less connected to the curse.

Given this background, no one in the family could take the civil service exam for three generations, so there's definitely no underground worker sent by their father.

This is only natural.

To survive in the Dark Territory, you need to have some tricks up your sleeve.

Only with such a large and supportive population can Ryan feel at ease leading them.

Only Melanie remained a mystery to Ryan.

Throughout, her favorability rating was zero, and she refused to eat the food Ryan offered, her demeanor completely out of place among the surrounding refugees.

Even with steaming hot food right in front of her, she was still able to resist the temptation; she's clearly a professional at starving herself.

They would not bow their heads even when meeting nobles.