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Why not?

Is it because he wants to give Eden a good review?

So they banned his account?

I tried several times, but it still failed.

Sewing Brother was certain he couldn't have forgotten the password, because it was her birthday.

As a hardcore farming enthusiast, he had spent a whole week diligently farming this account, becoming deeply engrossed in it. Every morning, he would start farming and building infrastructure, accumulating several boxes of materials in his warehouse, which were now all gone.

He worked tirelessly for over ten hours, only to have his account banned for giving a positive review. Can't he just change it to a negative review?

Sewing up was so anxious that he took off his VR glasses and suddenly felt completely disoriented. When was the last time he slept? Twenty hours ago?

My head was spinning, I was sweating on my forehead, and I could clearly hear my chest pounding.

My heart aches as if cursed.

Buhou.

hurry up!

The male student was so unsteady on his feet that he forgot all about his account and scrambled to the bed.

Thank goodness, I almost died by a second.

But in the next instant, the player completely lost consciousness.

What no one knew was—

He just narrowly escaped death.

Chapter 119 Ryan: Even Death Must Offer Me a Toast

This mechanism is too underhanded!

Ryan stood at attention.

Having lived two lives, he considered himself quite knowledgeable and experienced, having traveled far and wide and seen many dung monsters over the years. But he had never seen a dung king like the Death Witch, who deleted his save file as soon as she died.

While feeling apprehensive, there was also a touch of envy.

If he can get his hands on this mechanism, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to discourage players?

As the death curse drew ever closer, young Ryan felt relieved.

Death is not something to be rushed; it is an inevitable festival.

Death is one of the four primordial curses. In other words, the Lightless possesses a quarter of the curses, all of which are His descendants. He is truly a veteran of this curse.

Facing someone with such seniority, you can't win by fighting, and you can't escape by running away either, so you might as well greet them with the right attitude.

Everyone dies eventually. Whether it's fear, begging for mercy, anger, or even ecstatic joy like the witch cultists, it's all human nature.

Instead of being timid and hesitant, it's better to be more casual and see what He really wants to do.

The worst that can happen is death, but even death should be glorious.

Since I've already died once in my previous life, every extra day I live after being reborn is a bonus.

I'm giving up, bro.

With that thought in mind, Ryan relaxed and sat back down on the bench.

Since things have come to this, let's continue eating.

Ignoring his imminent physical death, Ryan added another slice of bread to his plate. The food was a little cold, so he used magic to warm it up slightly. He also poured himself a glass of fresh beer, added some ice to chill it, and sipped the bread and beer in turn.

The stranger in gray had already reached the doorway.

He paused, then knocked on the door.

A crisp knock echoed in the quiet afternoon.

Ryan hadn't expected Death to be so polite; it was the first time Death had ever knocked on his door. He wondered if Death would keep knocking if he didn't answer.

“Please come in,” Ryan said calmly.

Creak—the iron gate was pushed open.

[Death] walked in.

Ryan observed Death up close, yet still could not discern His appearance. A greyish-white cloak—or rather, a greyish-white shroud—wrapped His slender body, His bare feet treading the floor, His demeanor utterly unremarkable.

They couldn't even detect any magic, just like any other traveler you'd see on the roadside.

"The Grey Knight, the Lord of the Eternal Night, the Mother Goddess of the Night, the End of Life, the Witch Who Rules Death and Sleep."

"These are all titles He once possessed, and His projection, the Witch Cult, reveres as the 'Grey-Clad Stranger.'"

The gray-clad stranger is not the embodiment of death itself, but rather a projection of it in the present world.

Seemingly ordinary, Ryan had a certain feeling that this little world was slowly dying around Him, existing quietly in the canteen of Rice Flower Town.

First, the sunlight filtering through the window was no longer scorching, and the bright light was tinged with gloom; the air also stopped circulating, the wind slowly died out, and the fluttering curtains fell down.

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Ryan saw the iron gate that had been pushed open by death, now stained with blood-red rust. Rust had fallen and scattered all over the ground. The canteen was newly built, and the iron gate was newly installed, but it was dead.

Ryan realized that if He remained there long enough, even the canteen in Rice Flower Town would die.

This is the original concept, the concept of death.

He kept telling himself not to be afraid, that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Just treat her normally.

In Chuguang City, he was the master, and death was the guest. When death came, it had to be handled according to the rules of Chuguang City.

“Lady Death,” Ryan said, “I have been waiting for you for sixteen years. Welcome.”

Death came knocking suddenly, and Ryan didn't wait, nor did he want to wait.

But saying it like that, "I'll wait for death for sixteen years," makes him seem very sophisticated.

The gray-robed stranger remained silent. Perhaps he was slightly intrigued by Ryan's attitude. Over the past thousand years, he had visited many people, whose status and rank were far beyond Ryan's countless. Some were terrified, while others were overjoyed. These were all instincts of living beings.

But very few are as indifferent as Ryan.

Although they exist, most of them are elderly people who are very old and have experienced many hardships.

"A habitual beer drinker,"

Ryan stood up to offer a toast to the veteran: "Still the baijiu?"

...This view on life and death is far too detached.

The grey-clad stranger glanced at Ryan. Two bottles of liquor sat on his table: a fine brandy, its aroma rich and mellow, and a wheat-based beer, its flavor full-bodied and carrying the fragrance of rice paddies. After a moment's thought, Death said:

"White."

His voice was so light and ethereal, as if it did not exist in this world, like a song of fine sand caressing the waves.

There is such a thing.

Ryan didn't expect to toast the veteran, but the veteran was really giving him face.

He uncorked the brandy, let it breathe for a while, poured a glass for the veteran, and handed it to him.

If a member of the Witch Cult were to witness Ryan toasting Death, they would likely be utterly astonished, thinking to themselves, "This guy has some nerve."

Ryan, however, was pondering something important.

Although his body was failing, his mind was still working at a high speed.

Based on his observations and probing, 'death' is not angry; it is a substance that is close to a concept and does not have low-level emotions such as anger, much less actively kill.

Because She is the very concept of death, the final destination of life. All living things may pass by her as they travel along the path, but they will eventually return to her side.

But He will feel joy.

Melanie once revealed important information: the daily pilgrimage of the Death Cult is all about various kinds of suicide, such as jumping into the river with a sack tied to it or drinking poison.

They seem reckless, but in reality, it's not safe at all; they're all doing it to please their deceased mother.

If that's the case, what kind of reckless behavior in this world could be more ruthless than courting death itself?

No.

Ryan thought about it more and more and it seemed possible. Although it was just speculation, he was going to die anyway, so if he guessed wrong, he would accept his fate, and if he guessed right, he would have a chance. He might as well go all out and take a gamble.

He was determined to survive by facing death; he was ready to die in the face of death itself.

Lai, that's a really tough job.

"Since you're late, we'll proceed according to the rules of the Land of No Light..."

Ryan remained calm, not even raising his head, and simply stated matter-of-factly:

"You must first punish yourself with three drinks."

These words stunned even Death.

He had visited many people, some of whom had a profound understanding of life and death, but only Ryan had such a profound understanding of the dangers of courting death.

He's only sixteen, right?

The Lady of Death paused noticeably, lifted her cloak, glanced at Ryan again, and tilted her head. Although Ryan couldn't see her expression through the white cloak, he could sense her confusion.

Oh.

Does even death perplex us before God?

Ryan smiled confidently; when it came to courting death, he was the expert among experts.

One can tell a thing or two from the fact that he could say such famous lines to Miss Jasmine as "Why are you still here?" and "Are you a jinx?"

I don't care about your seniority without light, the four curses, or conceptual incarnations.

At the drinking parties in Chuguang City, Ryan was the leader.

Even if death is late, you still have to stand up and offer me a toast!

Ryan suppressed his heartbeat and calmly watched the gray-clad stranger. After a second or two, and a long silence, death finally made its move.

"ha...."

The barely perceptible chuckle was like waves lapping against sand.

Ryan knew then that he had made the right bet.

Oh.

Before God, even death cannot withstand it?

Chapter 120 The Death Witch: A Kid Who Loves to Die

Death, holding a wine glass, actually drank three glasses.

Concealed by the grey cloak, Ryan could see white lips lightly touching the wine glass, and he could hear soft swallowing sounds. Death had clearly drunk the wine, but the wine in the glass was still full.

Do you raise fish?

Ryan wanted to do more after he had already done something drastic, but he soon noticed something was wrong. Brandy is a strong distilled spirit made from fermented grapes, with a rich grape aroma, but Ryan couldn't smell it at all.

After Death drank this cup of wine, he also died.

Wine dies and becomes water; this cup of wine is already a stagnant pool.

This is how death is achieved through drinking.

[Death Brandy]

[Rank: Cursed Relic]

The white wine consumed by the Mother Goddess of Death has died as a concept of 'wine,' leaving only the corpse of wine.

[Effect: After drinking, the intoxication will increase over time, and 'death accumulation' will accumulate. When drunk, the death limit will be reached.]