Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

A troublemaker is a troublemaker. He thinks he's some kind of good person and has absolutely no sense of obedience.

They've forgotten who the real master is!

He had to teach these unruly people a lesson they deserved.

"They didn't run away."

Ryan stared coldly at the girl who was speaking. His tone was so cold that she dared not continue speaking and quickly lowered her head.

"so what?"

Not only was the little girl frightened, but all the villagers in the canteen lowered their heads in fear, and some even knelt on the ground. They were homeless, and if Ryan abandoned them, they would be doomed.

Everyone could see that Ryan was truly angry this time.

They knew that nobles were all capricious, but they never expected that Ryan, who seemed so approachable, would be just as capricious.

I have absolutely no idea what I did to offend Ryan.

They didn't run away; in fact, they protected the lord's property.

“Tell me,” Ryan said coldly, “why didn’t you run away?”

It's because you guys didn't run away that he wasn't able to wipe out the players' homes completely.

Why not run away?

The villagers couldn't understand Ryan's meaning at all; this guy didn't talk like a normal person.

If it were an ordinary lord, the villagers would be whipped at best and beheaded at worst if they ran away; but judging from Ryan's words, he seemed very angry that the villagers did not run away.

Are there really such eccentric lords?

"Lai Lai Lai... Lord Ryan." Xia Xia was so frightened that she couldn't speak coherently. She mustered her courage and said, "I...we...I don't know what you...you mean?"

idiot,

An idiot who can't even understand what people are saying.

Ryan grew increasingly disgusted with these people, and his meaning was so clear: "literal."

“Because we need to protect the house…the village is your precious property.” Xiaxia’s voice trembled.

"Are those things important? The village? Property?" Ryan asked honestly. "To me, they're just a pile of useless rocks; they're annoying to look at!"

The entire room fell silent.

Ryan's words were so utterly shattering of the villagers' worldview.

They never dreamed that a lord would say his territory was unimportant.

“If you encounter something similar again…” Ryan said coldly, “run away!”

"This is an order."

"Whoever doesn't run away from now on," the boy said coldly, his silvery eyes filled with cruelty, "I'll banish her from the village!"

His tone mimicked the imposing manner of an evil nobleman, like when his father, Archduke Lawrence, scolded him.

After making that threat, Ryan felt an immense sense of satisfaction; he was truly a ruthless and unscrupulous bully.

"Did you understand?" Ryan asked again, seeing that everyone was stunned by his words.

"...Yes, sir!"

"We...we will definitely run away later."

The villagers nodded repeatedly, their eyes welling up with tears as they spoke.

In all their years, this was the first time they had encountered a lord who cared more about the safety of his people than his own territory.

They might even become furious if their subjects didn't flee.

It didn't seem like a lord's anger towards his subjects; it was more like a father's anger towards his children.

This is definitely not acting; they can tell that it's all a genuine expression of emotion.

Ryan felt satisfied when he saw that someone had been frightened to tears by him.

He is truly evil.

"Give me some."

Ryan concluded with a threat, "I'm going to conduct a test in a week, and anyone weighing less than 100 pounds can get out of the village!"

"action."

As soon as Ryan finished speaking, the villagers immediately obeyed their lord's order and continued to wolf down their food.

Miss Meimei

Ryan took his special meal and sat down opposite Miss Melanie.

he asks:

—"What is the 'qualification to have an audience with death'?"

Chapter 117 The Big One is Coming

"Mr. Mingming, I really can't do anything with you. Just do it."

Melanie swallowed the wheat bread, coughed lightly, and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

“I’m seated, Ms. Meimei.”

Ryan picked up his little stool and sat down obediently.

In the original work, the curse of the Lightless Territory was originally just a background element.

Regarding the Four Curses, Ryan only knew the most basic premise.

He needs to gather more information.

"That was the Twilight War a thousand years ago, a momentous event worthy of being recorded in the history of Eden. The entire Land of No Light was utterly silent. With the fall of the Silver Witch, her remaining humanity combined with the concepts of the earth, giving birth to the four Primal Curses."

"The curse of death is one of them."

"Under the erosion of the silvery solar eclipse, even the right to die is taken away; only the curse of death can give living beings true peace."

This is why death was worshipped by believers, giving rise to the "Death Cult," one of the four major religious sects, where believers' daily worship and pilgrimages are various forms of death-seeking art.

"For example, there was a story of a holy son who put his body in a sack and threw it into the River Styx to swim."

"The priest swallowed corpse oil poison,"

"The bishop hanging himself or something like that."

"Using this as a sacrificial ritual to please death, the more ruthless the ritual, the more devout the person, and it may even earn them the opportunity to meet the Lady of Death."

Melanie picked up another piece of bread, patted her chest proudly, and said, "By the way, the [Hunger] Curse is also a primordial curse, and it's incredibly powerful."

"The heir to hunger is also very powerful. He is not afraid of death at all, and not just anyone can meet him... I'm just mentioning it in passing, nothing more."

Who asked you?

Ryan's face darkened, speechless. The sisters continued to share the honor.

Do you remember the setting that required you to hide your identity?

Are you real sugar or fake sugar?

"So, this opportunity is very precious?" Ryan asked.

Having an audience with the dead feels very unlucky.

He didn't want to have anything to do with these curses anymore.

"That's natural."

Melanie emphasized, glancing at Ryan dismissively, "Not everyone gets such favor. It's not enough to just kill a lot of people; it has to be a lot of interesting and creative deaths, and most importantly, it has to be original."

“Once you are qualified, and then you complete the sacrificial ceremony, death may come.”

"But when or where it will come, no one can know. Maybe the next second, maybe ten years from now, death always comes unexpectedly."

A large number of very interesting and creative deaths...

Ryan nodded. Thank goodness, he didn't do anything too nasty. He's a really good guy.

The idea of ​​a primordial curse is terrifying.

He smiled and took a sip of water.

and many more.

Ryan seemed to have thought of something.

The next second, Ryan almost choked and coughed.

Outside the Overlord Martial Arts Hall, at the players' spawn point, there's a 'Dwarf Friendly Fully Automated Identification Machine'!

How many times have the people without light died since this morning?

Dozens of times, hundreds of times?

Could I really be this unlucky?

"What happens after you have an audience with the dead?" Ryan asked tentatively.

"Of course, it's death, no doubt about it."

Melanie said matter-of-factly, spreading the fruit on the wheat bread, brushing it on thickly, carefully licking it, and then contentedly putting it into her mouth, making a strange, satisfied sound in her throat.

"Literal death, you know, there is no death in Eden."

Ryan frowned. Melanie was right; Eden had not truly died.

When ordinary people die, their souls return to the heaven of their faith, the true 'Eden'.

If a resident of the Land of No Light dies and his body is not burned by the Blazing Fire, his soul will fall into the state of the 'Lightless One'.

"In the eyes of death cultists, predetermined death is a blessing, so they will vie for the right to behold the curse of death."

Melanie explained that after saying that, she immediately realized she might have revealed too much inside information and exposed her witch identity.

It's because the bread was too delicious that it distracted her.

Could this be Ryan's conspiracy?

She quickly added, "Of course, I made all of this up based on what others told me."

Ryan really hoped this was made up.

I never expected that a trip to Gray City would lead to me being targeted by death.

Ryan might have a chance against curses like the Cursed Princess, a third-generation curse with relatively low seniority, but against a curse like Death, a primordial curse with long seniority, Ryan would have to stand up and offer a toast.

He frowned. Since they were in the eye of the storm, the only option now was to abandon the massacre and bullying of the players.

But if you give up bullying players because you're afraid of death, what's the difference between your life and being dead?

Ryan was completely unaware that he had been corrupted by Duncan's domineering will.

Whether he sticks his neck out or not, he'll still get stabbed. He never expected that after just a few words, he would find himself in such a dilemma.

"Mingming, what are you afraid of, you little guy?"

"Besides, I'm here too."

Ryan was her assassination target.

Looking at Ryan's expression, Melanie couldn't help but sneer, "You're not worthy of Death's... attention?"

"Ok?"

She suddenly frowned and looked out the window.

"Mingming..."

Melanie murmured.

“My name is Ryan Luming, not Mingming.” Ryan was exasperated by the nickname. “Can’t you learn to respect other people’s names, Ms. Meimei?”

"Whose are those two gray carriages outside?"

Melanie, unusually, didn't argue with Ryan; she simply stared out the window and asked.