Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

A gray carriage?

Ryan found it strange that there were no gray carriages in the entire city of Chuguang, so they could only be visitors or merchants. But since Lawrence stopped feeding the dogs, Ryan had no money to hire traveling merchants.

Wait, gray... gray horse?

A knight riding a gray horse...

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

[I looked, and there before me was a grey horse, and riding it was named Death, and Hades was with him. And they were given power over a quarter of the earth to kill with sword, famine, death, and wild beasts.]

"No way?"

Ryan's eyes widened suddenly.

"What should we do? No food was prepared for the dead at noon today!"

He thought to himself, "It's probably just a merchant's carriage."

It's impossible to be this unlucky. The Primal Curse is a super late-game boss in the game. How could it possibly condescend to come to the newbie village?

Not all curses are as low-class as Melanie's.

He turned to look at Melanie, only to find that the question mark witch was still very calm, putting the last bite of bread into her mouth, wiping the jam off her lips with her index finger, and then meticulously licking it clean with her tongue.

Seeing how calm she was, Ryan thought to himself that he hadn't raised her for nothing; she was reliable in a crucial moment.

Then, Melanie stood up with a normal expression, cleared away her dishes, and put the stool back in its original place.

He walked straight to the back door.

Finally, push the door open.

They left via a side path.

"? Sisters, you just went and disappeared into the shadows like that?"

What happened to you being there for me?

Ryan is numb.

But soon, the villagers in the restaurant stood up one after another and cleared the table with the same normal expression.

Their expressions were calm, and they didn't utter a word, which was almost eerily natural.

Finally, they all headed for the back door.

Ryan tried to summon the villagers, but they were obedient and subservient to him, completely ignoring the lord's orders.

This isn't even being bewitched; it's all driven by the instinct of the soul—the living being's instinct to avoid death.

In an instant, Ryan was left all alone in the huge restaurant.

But what chilled Ryan to the bone was that he looked down at his own shadow.

The summer sun cast dappled shadows on the ground, and the shadows also left Ryan's body, detaching from him and flowing out of the restaurant.

There's not even a shadow left, just loneliness.

Ryan knew that Miss Jasmine was in the shadows, and that no matter what happened, Miss Jasmine would not choose to leave.

Ryan then realized a fact: today was not their destined day of death; only he himself would face death.

Therefore, it wasn't Melanie, Jasmine, or the villagers of Daohua Village who left.

It was only Ryan Lumin who left.

"Now we're really out of a job."

Chapter 118 He narrowly escaped death.

Now they've truly become part of the "prison" generation.

Ryan also wanted to start his own business from a young age.

But he realized it was futile; death was inevitable, and no matter where he hid, he could not escape it.

Death was coming for him.

If the God of Heaven wants someone to die, even if they hide on the highest mountain in the world, they can still be drowned by a flood.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Ryan took a piece of wheat bread, spread some jam on it, and the blueberry jam had a sweet and fragrant flavor. Paired with a good ice-cold beer, one sip could dispel the summer heat.

He looked out the window at the carriage while lost in thought.

He had absolutely no way to deal with the primordial curse, which could even be considered the most severe of the primordial curses, namely [Death], and saw absolutely no chance of survival.

Instead of trying to figure out a solution, you should think about what kind of drink you should choose after you die.

Between the 'Red Element Bottle' and the 'Blue Element Bottle', Ryan preferred the 'Holy Element Bottle', as it suited his nascent saintly style.

He stared intently at the gray carriage outside the window.

Besides deciding which drink to choose, Ryan was also thinking about something else.

If the inhabitants of Eden instinctively avoid death, what about the lightless ones whose lives do not belong to this world?

The scorching summer sun shone on the earth, and the rice flowers rippled like waves. The two gray carriages were parked in the middle of the rice flowers, as ordinary and inconspicuous as ordinary carriages. Players walked by in twos and threes, assuming that the two carriages were just merchants from outside.

Players are too lazy to watch the merchants; it's not interesting.

These merchants refused to do business with the Lightless, and didn't even dare to utter a word to them, as if the Lightless were some kind of filthy thing.

The merchants are just non-interactive NPCs.

As Ryan looked at the players, he became even more certain of his guess: the Dark Ones were not afraid of death.

Moreover, players can respawn infinitely, and their inherent nature makes them immune to death.

They are not from this world.

Although it's unclear what use this might be right now, it could be Ryan's only chance.

A few minutes later, the two carriages made a new move. The curtain was gently pulled back, and perhaps disliking the glaring sunlight, a stranger wrapped in a gray-white cloak stepped down. His face could not be seen in the shadows.

The stranger was only wrapped in a white cloak, his bare feet treading on the wet rice paddy.

They looked no different from ordinary traveling merchants.

After thinking for a while, he walked toward Ryan.

Ryan observed carefully. On this short road, all living beings were avoiding this uninvited guest. Death waded through the water, the brightly lit rice flowers were bent low by the wind, and the reeds on both banks bowed down. All living things in the world took a detour.

The only living creatures that didn't move aside were the players walking towards them.

"Which bastard called this an epic design? All I see is history!"

"I can't take it anymore, since you're forcing me like this..."

"I'm going to give Eden a rave review when I get back!"

"Giving Eden a good review? Are you crazy? How could you do something so terrible?"

These players were tricked into suffering by the Cyber ​​Ghoul and tormented to the point of near death by the 'Dwarf Friendly Appraiser'. Players will be resurrected at the nearest Wishstone after death.

They were resurrected and died again, died and were resurrected again, and were dead for a whole morning before finally managing to escape.

The fields haven't been planted yet; we still have to go home and plant them.

Upon seeing the cloaked merchant approaching, most players made way for him, but a few, who were used to walking arrogantly and were in a fit of anger, didn't bother to avoid him and walked straight towards him.

"Don't you have eyes...?"

The player who just said they wanted to give Eden a good review, whose ID is 'My brother and I sewed up bitterness, and my brother became me who sewed up bitterness,' is a new player from the second closed beta.

He happened to brush against the gray-clad stranger's shoulder, muttered something under his breath, and vented his anger from this morning on this random NPC.

Ryan watched this scene from afar, wondering what would happen next.

Even if a player dies, they will be resurrected.

The warm white sunlight shone on the paddy fields, creating shimmering spots of light.

The gray-clad stranger said nothing, but simply extended his pale fingers and gently patted his shoulder—as if flicking away the most insignificant speck of dust.

The players continued walking forward, chatting and laughing. After about ten steps, Fengshangge suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" someone asked.

Sewing Brother didn't say anything. He swayed his body, perhaps because the sun was too bright for his eyes, and then he wobbled and fell into the paddy field, splashing up ripples.

The gray-clad stranger did not stop, nor did he pay attention to the chaos behind him; he simply walked forward calmly.

Would you die from even the slightest touch?

Ryan mentally rated the death level. It was indeed powerful that it would kill you as soon as you got hit, but it still didn't live up to the "Primal Curse" title.

As I said before, players will respawn after they die.

He looked at the player's corpse, thinking that he should have respawned as soon as he came down, but he was completely stunned.

【mistake】

【! ! 】

[Error...Error!]

From their perspective, all they saw was a screen full of errors, crimson errors densely covering the player's corpse, and eerie, twisted exclamation marks like countless tiny hands.

[Information incomplete]

[Information incomplete...Information incomplete]

Incomplete information?

Ryan suddenly stood up.

In the sixteen years since his rebirth, Ryan had never seen anything so unusual.

Despite it being the warm height of summer, the very month of July, Ryan felt a chill as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Ryan had never been so terrified.

The idea that those without light will be resurrected indefinitely is the underlying logic of the Eden world, but it has been completely overturned at this moment.

[World anchoring failed... Retry... Anchor point missing... Information deleted...]

The player's corpse transformed into a series of bizarre and dense code symbols, forming a complex and chaotic flow of information. They swept past at an extremely fast speed and were quickly deleted, completely erasing them.

Finally, all the symbols converge into a single gray-white message—

[Archived file missing]

The warm sunlight shone on the shimmering paddy fields, but the player's existence was completely erased, and he could not be resurrected at the Qishi—the world had forgotten him.

[Archived file missing]

He gave death to the immortals.

"...Was it deleted?" Ryan murmured.

What level is this? Is it a data wipe scenario? Or a real-world scenario?

Is this the sophistication of the Four Great Curses...?

Can I reach that level?

Both are witches, but this witch's entrance is way more impressive than the Question Mark Witch's.

Ryan broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at the woman of death walking towards him calmly, he could only sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Awesome."

What else is there to say? Here you go.

Ryan couldn't help but wonder, for another world, for Earth, was 'Eden' really just a game?

...

Meanwhile, in a university dormitory, somewhere unknown to Ryan.

"Why is my account gone?"

One male college student felt utterly devastated. He repeatedly entered his password and logged into his account, only to be met with the same few words:

[Account Name: She Sewed It Up But Didn't Give It to Me]