Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

These troublemakers haven't been completely exploited by him yet; they still have value, so we can't just let them go to waste.

After reaffirming his resolve, Ryan's consciousness returned to its original form. He knew that his timid and hesitant actions would surely invite ridicule from Duncan and Matthew, those two geniuses.

"I've learned something."

Duncan, however, looked on with admiration: "Brother Ryan must have spared those villagers' lives to raise them to be strong before bullying them."

Is this guy's head full of bullying ideas?

Ryan was too lazy to argue, so he simply went down the aisle and said, "That's right, I plan to fatten each of them up to be 500 pounds."

Matthew admired Ryan's spirit, "He could be a lord even in the Twilight Forest, right?"

A person weighing 500 pounds, how much material can they collect?

"So, you two," Ryan coughed, "are you interested in joining us?"

"Of course," they both said in unison.

This place is even darker than the Gray City, and it is the holy land they have been dreaming of.

Ryan was quite satisfied with the two of them, and as their favorability rating gradually increased, he could see some of the enhancements.

First up is Duncan, a heavyweight.

Duncan Rune

[Warrior of Faith]

[Overbearing Blessing: Able to sense the location of all hidden masters, genius teenagers, and sons of nobles in the vicinity; the stronger the feeling of wanting to bully, the higher the level of the opponent.]

Not bad, it even has this automatic target acquisition feature.

Ryan was quite satisfied; although the blessing was abstract, the mechanism was quite practical.

Combined with Duncan's stats that allow him to withstand even a giant bear, he becomes a fully automatic target-finding tank on the battlefield.

As a top player, Ryan quickly calculated Duncan's strength in his mind.

That's right, this guy's IP value is estimated to be around ten million.

Spending so much time with obsessed gamers and being exposed to countless detailed analyses and critiques, Ryan's mind automatically starts calculating the IP value of any stranger he meets.

Let's look at the next one.

Matthew Luther

Ancient Physicians

[The protection of Traditional Chinese Medicine: The more patients a doctor kills, the more skilled they become (Currently, the number of patients affected is 40)]

This one is more heavyweight.

Ryan thought to himself with admiration, "Even those who stack up the Kill Book have arrived."

Matthew's IP value must be around 20 million.

Salaries can only be discussed based on the value of the IP.

"Let's talk about salary."

Duncan and Matthew exchanged a glance. They were both Level 3 superhumans, and according to market practice, their basic monthly salary was around 20 gold coins.

Because the environment in the dark is extremely harsh and dangerous, this number could rise further.

The two expected ten gold coins.

After all, this place is just right for them.

“Then let’s talk about my salary as your boss.” Ryan pulled three stools out of the shadows and gestured for the two of them to sit down.

“Okay, let’s talk about your salary as our boss… um.” Duncan had just found a chair to sit down when he sensed something was wrong. “Huh?”

"My salary as a boss."

Ryan said matter-of-factly, "Being a boss is a profession too, so you should definitely get paid. Matthew, give me ten gold coins, and Duncan, give me five gold coins."

His IP is worth a billion dollars, so naturally, as a boss, he gets paid.

"No, no, no..." Matthew stammered anxiously, "What kind of employee pays the boss a salary?"

Ryan looked incredulous. "I gave you jobs and money, why should you two get all the good things?"

He's been employing Miss Jasmine for a month, but he's never paid her.

She also had to share dog food with Ryan.

Miss Jasmine's IP is worth at least 100 million, which is what Ryan considers human.

They only have an IP value of ten or twenty million, at most they are incompletely evolved humanoids. In the gaming community, they don't even have the qualifications to appear on the same screen as Ryan, who has a billion. If they dare to talk back, they can expect to be cyberbullied by Ryan's filial sons.

"That's incredibly insulting."

Duncan jumped to his feet, sensing the purest insult in Ryan's eyes. Unable to contain himself any longer, he overturned the table, pointed at Ryan's nose, and demanded:

"Why am I paid less than him? Are you trying to bully me?"

Is this what you're focusing on?

Matthew grew impatient, his bird-like beak on his mask clicking incessantly as he righteously and firmly refused: "...Lord Ryan, I cannot agree to your request."

“Those without light can be used for drug experiments for free,” Ryan said. “The drug.”

"Is one gold coin a month enough?"

Matthew pulled his wallet out of his pocket, shaking out a few gold coins mixed with a handful of silver coins. "This is all the money I have left."

His money is only enough to work for five months.

“It’s alright,” Ryan said with a smile. “You can take out a loan to work.”

Chuguang City is quite humanized.

Even before meeting these two, Ryan had instructed Miss Jasmine to draft several loan contracts.

"Oh, thank you." Matthew quickly thanked her, not expecting Ryan to be so thoughtful.

After a quick glance, Matthew picked up a pen and signed the contract.

The contract was written on special kraft paper and decorated with magical runes. It was both a contract and an agreement, and once signed, it had to be obeyed.

The contract terms are quite reasonable, with a minimum monthly interest rate of 10%.

Ryan lends Matthew ten gold coins every month, and Matthew then transfers those ten gold coins, along with one silver coin, back to Ryan as wages and interest.

After streamlining the process, Matthew only needs to transfer one silver coin of interest to Ryan each month.

This is a Ryan-style interest-free loan, where the interest is Ryan's.

Matthew was very satisfied with the loan. He hadn't expected that Ryan was such an honest man, offering such generous terms. In the Gray City of the Dead, to get a loan, you first had to mortgage your soul.

After all, a healthy living specimen can fetch several copper coins on the black market, but it's inexhaustible in Chuguang City.

Smooth medicine.

As long as he works hard, Matthew feels he still makes a profit after rounding up.

"Can it run smoothly?" Duncan asked with burning eyes.

“Of course.” Ryan nodded.

"I also want a contract worth ten gold coins."

Duncan wouldn't allow Ryan to underestimate his domineering nature and insisted on a loan of ten gold coins. Ryan was pleased that even with an IP valued at ten million, he was still so ambitious.

Keep it up, Deng Yiqian. Sooner or later, your IP value will surpass Ma Liangqian's.

After the contract was signed, it was getting late. Ryan found a dormitory for the two of them in the Shadow Tower and told them to prepare for a wonderful surprise for the players tomorrow.

After finishing all that, it was getting late, so Ryan went straight to sleep and slept until he naturally woke up.

After waking up.

He took a shower, changed into some light clothes, went to church for evening prayers, cast a divine guidance spell on himself, closed the door, and used magic to draw out several bags of oxygen, placing them beside him in case of emergency.

Even when Lion was fighting the Blighted Princess, he wasn't prepared this thoroughly.

What's meant to happen will happen.

After mentally preparing himself, Ryan took one last breath.

I opened Eden's community comments section.

come on.

Eden's sons and daughters, come and make me swoon!

But after just one glance, Ryan grabbed the oxygen bag next to him and started inhaling deeply.

I can't breathe, help!

Chapter 112 Why Does the Word "Eden" Get Redder the More You Look at It?

"A 10,000-Word Analysis: Why the Word 'Eden' Gets More and More Popular" — A Legendary Investigator.

Ryan felt like he was suffocating just from seeing the hot post titles.

I have never been injured so badly before.

Back when he fought the Sick Princess, he was choked by a bolt of lightning, but he didn't feel this suffocated as he does today.

He needs oxygen.

Ryan quickly grabbed the prepared oxygen bag and shoved it through his nose, inhaling deeply.

Only after the oppressive feeling in his chest subsided did Ryan dare to continue looking down.

"I've noticed that the word 'Eden' really gets redder and redder the more I look at it."

"Lian Luming, as the Lord of the Beginning Light, personally went to the countryside and fields to urge farmers to produce through practical actions. What is this? This is being close to the people; this is writing his essays on the land!"

I'll slap your butt with my essay.

Ryan's face darkened instantly. Was his whip not harsh enough?

"The old blacksmith, an eighty-year-old man, still insists on working, diligent and conscientious. What is this? This is delayed retirement, this is dedicating one's life to construction!"

Ryan's face darkened further, and he quickly grabbed another bag of oxygen.

"Kiri Blair, I've transformed my broken body into flames. What is this? This is new energy! This is the embodiment of technological progress!"

Help, I feel so bad.

Ryan dared not watch anymore, but he could only force himself to keep watching.

Look at this thing, it can train his swordsmanship.

When Ryan can read the whole thing without laughing, he will have entered the 'clear mirror and still water' state of mind in Sword Heart, and can be called the Sword King.

Eden categorized swordsmen's character in this way: First-Circle Swordsman, Second-Circle Apprentice, and so on, up to Sword Master, Sword King... and finally Sword Saint.

"The villagers of Dryblight Village, though pale and thin, bravely stood up to protect the players' homes when faced with the ferocious and terrifying Dryblight Bear. Why did the Dryblight Bear run away? Because Dryblight represents the withered and decaying old aristocratic power, and naturally the farmers would drive it away."

"What is this? This is the power of unity!"

Every word is precious and thought-provoking.

"Looking back on this week, Eden has been subjected to countless insults and ridicule across the internet, even being labeled as 'politically correct' and 'vilifying characters' by competitors. There are even allegations of interference from foreign forces. Due to the malicious manipulation of the online trolls, I was even led astray at one point..."

Eden is absolutely not just shallow political correctness, because workers are inherently the most beautiful people!

"We all owe Eden an apology!"

Ryan couldn't hold back any longer; it seems he still has a long way to go before reaching the Sword King realm.

Why?!

Ryan just wanted to ask why, but who could he blame? If he hadn't been so foolish as to let those troublemakers go last night, this would not have happened.

It was all his own fault.

Ryan scrolled through the comments below; all his beloved haters had vanished.

All of Ryan's fans who only care about winning suddenly appeared. These guys all share one brain, and a group of them started resonating like they were on drugs, with rows and rows of 'sorry' messages.

Just when Eden's rating was about to approach that of that indescribable, mysterious game, the downward trend was abruptly halted.