Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Unfortunately, Duncan and Ryan had different ways of bullying.

Different road non-phase plan.

Matthew also frowned deeply. As a doctor with a conscience, he couldn't bear to see Ryan treat human life so carelessly, regarding the villagers' lives as worthless.

That's such a waste.

That's such a waste of talent; killing them directly is the least efficient way to utilize them.

If he were to take charge, we could support him, organize regular blood donation drives, and that would be the ultimate utilization of his talent.

Ryan is nothing special.

Different road non-phase plan.

"Wait a minute." Duncan, with his sharp eyes, noticed something unusual: "Those villagers... don't seem to be ordinary people."

They were too far away to see clearly.

Duncan narrowed his eyes, focusing his magic power in his pupils, and upon closer inspection, he finally noticed the anomaly.

“It’s the Dark Ones,” Duncan’s eyes flickered, perhaps unable to believe what he was seeing: “Ryan can actually lead the Dark Ones, no, he’s bullying them.”

The Lightless... the Lightless who resurrect infinitely...

Matthew was shocked. He knew what this meant: it meant the potential for sustainable exploitation of talent!

Chapter 110 Ryan has always been ruthless

The one without light.

These three words carry extra weight in the context of the "no-light collar" incident.

All cursed creatures have their own witch factions, except for the Lightless, who are outcasts directly descended from the primordial curse [Pale Eclipse] and are not controlled by any faction.

Unlimited resurrections, unlimited upgrades, massive numbers, aimless, and uncontrollable.

They fight forever, driven only by instinct.

But there was a small group of the lightless who actually obeyed Ryan's command, refraining from murder and arson, and instead dutifully farming in the fields, even being bullied by Ryan like chicks...

In the thousand years since the birth of the Lightless Realm, no faction has ever been able to lead the Lightless.

In a sense, the ones without light are the true masters of the realm without light.

Duncan knew what this meant... it meant that Ryan's domineering nature had actually conquered the strongest of the Dark Ones.

His domineering nature transcended racial barriers.

Holding the whip in his hand, Duncan felt an unbearable itch; he also longed to bully the Dark Ones.

After exchanging a glance, Duncan and Matthew both saw the burning passion in each other's eyes.

Regardless of what the two men were thinking, Ryan happily dismantled the stone house, sweeping across it with his hand, and row after row of stone bricks fell like building blocks.

He could understand the thrill that orphaned kids felt when smashing Lego bricks.

It was really awesome.

"My home!"

"Don't demolish it, demolish my neighbor's instead!"

The players, lying on the ground barely alive, watched in desperation as the withered bear demolished the stone house they had painstakingly built.

Even after being eaten by a bear, they can still laugh and joke around.

Anyway, they can be resurrected.

But with the house gone, all their efforts of the week had been in vain.

Whether they were dead or alive, all the players were filled with regret at this moment.

They no longer dared to complain that the game was boring; it was just too exciting... Who would have thought that a boss-level withered bear could spawn late at night?

Monsters of this level dare to destroy their starting village?

The resurrected legendary investigator and a group of players watched the live stream while frantically rushing back home. Sure enough, they cursed inwardly, "The developers were quiet for a week, but they were definitely up to no good."

Bored farming during the day, monsters invade at night...

There was no notification whatsoever.

Is Cao Dan's fragmented design really something that humans could come up with?

For Chinese players who have a deep attachment to their homeland, their home is their lifeblood. These rows of stone houses, though simple, were hard-won; each huge stone was carried over piece by piece from the back mountain and built by hand.

Eden's plan is truly inhuman.

Even the most loyal investigators, and a group of veteran players, are now disheartened.

If his home is destroyed, he will give up traveling altogether.

The players still lying on the ground also gave up fighting each other. With their broken bodies, they took hoes and sickles and crawled on all fours, ready to fight the giant bear to the death.

But the players could do nothing, like helpless husbands, watching the giant bear wreak havoc on their homeland.

What were they after?

So many players quit during the second closed beta test, but they persevered, enduring the tedious farm work, the aesthetically depriving art style, and the endless toil with those ugly village girls, all for the sake of having a small house.

But is this how Eden betrayed them?

Ryan was overjoyed. This was still being streamed live, and the popularity of all the live streams was skyrocketing. Eden had already been criticized as a politically correct game due to the art style during the second closed beta test. Now, with his actions, the already huge controversy had exploded even more.

Everyone was angry and sad, except for Mr. Noodle Sea, who was very happy.

He watched with smug satisfaction as public opinion regarding Eden exploded. This time, he'd finally chosen the right path. His article, "Political Correctness? Workers are the Most Beautiful People!", which whitewashed Eden, was now garnering countless red dots (likes on social media).

At the same time, Eden's rating plummeted again due to the combined efforts of both filial sons and haters, breaking the lower limit of 1.0, finally surpassing "Three Kingdoms Kill".

It ranked second to last on the list of best-reviewed items.

There are even experts... Ryan was shocked. It turned out that the number one game was a female-oriented romance game that had been promoted by many media outlets.

It doesn't matter.

Ryan wasn't discouraged; he just needed to intensify his sabotage efforts.

Go all out!

In just a few seconds, he dismantled the roof of the stone house.

Next, we need to remove the entire foundation.

The players watched in despair, powerless to stop the devastating ravages of the diseased giant bear, forced to watch helplessly as their homes were destroyed.

However, the diseased bear suddenly stopped.

It was as if some force was stopping it.

"Wait, why did it stop?"

Seeing that things were turning around, the players noticed that the ferocious monster had stopped destroying the houses.

Who made the move?

The players were overjoyed; in this situation, it could only be Lord Ryan showing off!

In the City of Light, only Ryan Lumin, who was capable of defeating the Sickly Princess, has the strength to stop the terrifying monster before them.

"Tsk." Ryan clicked his tongue coldly.

Of course, it wasn't him who stopped himself. Ryan coldly stared at the people blocking his way, and the withered giant bear let out a threatening growl from its nostrils. The monster's powerful aura swept over them.

Move aside.

But those people wouldn't move aside, trembling and shaking, yet they still wouldn't run away.

The players finally saw clearly who was blocking the giant bear's path.

It wasn't the powerful and handsome Lord of Chuguang City, nor was it Ryan Luming; quite the opposite, standing in front of that monster was a group of ugly people.

They are even weaker than the players.

They were emaciated, their flesh and bones skeletal, draped in tattered cloaks, their entire bodies corroded by a gray-white curse, and some even had features that were no longer human.

But these weak and ugly girls stood in front of that withered monster.

—They are the people of Daohua Town.

Lacking proper weapons, they could only use torches to drive away wild animals or throw stones, but these insignificant attacks were far from enough to fend off the sick bear.

These people are the outcasts abandoned by the City of the Dead; only they understand the pain of their homeland's destruction.

Move aside.

The house was only half destroyed, and since Ryan couldn't speak with the giant bear, he let out a roar.

Do you want to rebel?

His gaze turned cold. These stupid, unruly people, it's not your homes that are being destroyed, so why are you fighting so desperately?

He's such an idiot, no wonder he was expelled from the City of the Dead.

Do you really think feudal nobles are philanthropists?

The plan, which had been in preparation for so long, could not be abandoned halfway; he had always been ruthless.

Ryan's gaze grew colder, and the giant bear roared again—his final warning.

In order to ruin Eden's reputation and to protect Luming's people.

He wouldn't mind killing a few sinners who have no light.

Anyway, there are plenty of these kinds of tools in Wuguangling; kill one batch and another will come.

Ryan thought to himself.

But the townspeople still wouldn't move aside; they stood in front of the stone house, confronting the monster with eyes full of fear.

The legendary investigator finally arrived at the scene, and to his surprise, he discovered that the little girl who had spoken to him that day was also among this group of people.

His shoulders were trembling, and his legs were shaking.

Ryan Lumin welcomed them, treated them warmly, and told them: From now on, live with your heads held high.

Ryan Lumin entrusted these lightless people to them.

The townspeople then understood that they could no longer run away, because the Lightless were part of Rice Flower Town, because Rice Flower Town was their last home, and because they had to live on with their heads held high.

"Tsk!"

The stunted bear let out its final, ferocious roar.

But it didn't actually make a move. Instead, it glared fiercely at the villagers, moved its massive, hill-like body, and slowly walked towards the end of the hill.

As it disappeared below the horizon, the sun also set completely, its last rays swallowing the mountain tombs.

Only ruins remain.

But in the end, only ruins remained.

The setting sun cast its last rays on the broken walls. The evening of late spring and early summer was exceptionally peaceful. The townspeople stood in the golden afterglow until the giant bear was far away, and then they collapsed to the ground with a sense of relief.

Dusk fell upon their cursed faces, and the evening breeze tousled their filthy hair. Though still ugly, they appeared to the players like bunches of fluttering rice flowers.

Chapter 111 Ryan: What IP value do you two have?

How did I accidentally do something like being a live-in mother again today?

Ryan was dejected.

Now that things have come to this, I feel most sorry for my family.

He is now filled with endless regret.

Why didn't you just trample those troublemakers to death?

Ryan asked himself honestly, and he knew it wasn't because he had done anything good; it was simply a matter of sunk costs.

If he were to trample these unruly people, who had eaten a month's worth of his food reserves, to death them would mean he wouldn't be able to recover the nutrients.

With this in mind, Ryan nodded.