Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

After reading the description of the drink, Ryan's perception of the Primal Curse's value increased significantly.

Such beings are concepts that transcend the present world; they can be upgraded to the 'relic' level simply by interacting with any medium in the material world.

The gray-clad stranger before me was a projection of himself who had descended to the mortal world after he had sacrificed the lives of countless players by chance.

The longer He stays in the world, the more deeply everything around Him will be tainted by death.

This is not an illusion; everything surrounding the goddess of death is dying rapidly.

The sunlight, the wind, the iron gate, the liquor—the sunlight shone on her, the wind blew across her cheeks, the iron gate blocked her path, the liquor touched her lips…and so all these things were given the meaning of 'death'.

No, she only exists here; there are many more fundamental things dying.

Ryan felt a kind of unease, for example, in the space of the cafeteria.

He stared intently at the stranger in gray. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a half-meter of light, but a thin gap abruptly severed the neat line of sunlight, like some kind of fault line.

Ryan then realized that it was a spatial rift, like broken glass.

The time it took for death to arrive grew longer and longer, and even space itself began to shatter.

Space can also die; this mechanism is truly hellish.

Faced with such a terrifying conceptual existence, any normal person would know what to do, and Ryan is undoubtedly a normal person.

That would be like continuing to court disaster.

"Lady Death, this bread is also delicious."

Ryan politely handed over the wheat bread, thinking that he would eat it after death, so that he would have the 'Death Wheat Bread'. He would then feed the 'Death Wheat Bread' to the witch Meimei. His plan was simply flawless.

The gray-clad stranger glanced at Ryan. He knew Ryan's thoughts and understood that Ryan intended to use him.

But to dare to openly exploit death is indeed quite novel.

Even the most fanatical archbishop of the Death Cult, after meeting the Lady of Death, invariably showed reverence, faith, and even fanaticism, but in the end, it was all just a facade; they all looked the same.

He did not take the bread that Ryan offered.

Instead, she sat opposite Ryan with great interest, her fair fingers supporting her cheek.

This isn't the first time we've met.

With just a glance at Ryan, the gray-clad stranger said softly, "We met once sixteen years ago."

This was the first thing the gray-clad stranger had said since we met.

But even that seemingly ordinary sentence contained a wealth of information that was enough to send chills down Ryan's spine.

Did I encounter death sixteen years ago?

What do you mean?

But Ryan knew that he had indeed died once sixteen years ago.

But that was something from his past life, his death in his past life!

With just the first sentence, his cards were exposed.

Countless questions arose in Ryan's mind: what exactly was going on with his rebirth? Who arranged it?

The gray-clad stranger didn't continue with the question. He paused for a moment and then said his second sentence: "You are an apostle of Cangyin."

He said, "Are you interested in becoming my gray apostle?"

Death is gray, and the Gray Apostle is the Apostle of Death.

The Mother Goddess below, upon meeting you, immediately wanted to steal your man.

Ryan continued to court disaster, knowing that the more reckless he became, the safer he would be.

The Mother Goddess of Death is essentially a goddess of pure amusement, who enjoys watching her followers engage in all sorts of reckless suicide attempts.

“Since ancient times, I have been the most devout believer of the Azure Silver Witch.”

Ryan solemnly declares that although he stole the rewards from the Azure Silver Witch's quest and embezzled player quotas while pretending to comply, he is the Azure Silver Witch's most devout follower.

“You asked two questions,” Ryan said. “I also have two questions for you.”

Death nodded.

"My first question is, what is your purpose?" he asked.

“I have no purpose,” the gray-clad stranger replied. “Death is simply an objective phenomenon; I neither harm nor kill.”

“In fact, you will not die even if you do not please me,” He said, “because your death is not yet due.”

He laughed and said, "You little kid who loves to court death."

Buhou.

Ryan's face darkened; he had provoked another bad woman.

“The Silver Witch died a thousand years ago, and you were born then,” Ryan asked. “But concepts like death, famine, war, and plague already existed in Eden, which doesn’t make sense.”

"The concept of death has existed since time immemorial, but the Death Witch was only born a thousand years ago."

The gray-clad stranger replied, "After the Silver Witch died, her humanity settled into the earth's veins, and a quarter of it merged with the concept of death, thus giving me intellect."

Ryan nodded, understanding.

"The second question..." Ryan remained silent for a long time before finally asking, "What is the truth behind the birth of the Lightless?"

This is a risky and daring question; Ryan is testing whether death knows about another world.

Now that they know about Ryan's past life, do they also know about... the existence of the players?

“Born from the [Azure Silver Eclipse],” said the gray-robed stranger.

“Everyone knows that,” Ryan said, dissatisfied.

But that's the truth.

The gray-clad stranger replied, "The [Azure Silver Eclipse] is a pathway connecting Eden and the world of the Lightless. The azure silver sunlight carries the information and consciousness of the Lightless and shines upon the ley lines of the Lightless Territory."

"For thousands of years, all the corpses that died in the Land of No Light received the information carried by the Azure Silver Sun and were resurrected as the Descent of the No Light."

"This is the secret ritual performed by the Silver Witch."

He looked at Ryan and answered earnestly.

So, to put it simply, the silvery solar eclipse in the sky is like a server?

Is sunlight Wi-Fi?

The Dusk Mountain Range acts as a shield, blocking Wi-Fi signals from areas without light.

Ryan cleared his thoughts, "So, to completely drive the players out, we must destroy [Azure Silver Eclipse]..."

But how exactly is a pale silver solar eclipse created?

How could such a large sun be destroyed?

The Azure Eclipse has no life; it cannot kill an inanimate object.

“You’re a smart kid, you should be able to figure it out.” The grey-robed stranger shook his head. “The Silver Witch’s humanity and concepts are fused together, so what about her body?”

“It has been successfully refined into the [Azure Silver Eclipse].” Ryan blurted out.

The problem is back to square one: he can't destroy the Silver Eclipse.

"The answer is obvious."

The gray-clad stranger stared at him: "Collect the four scattered fragments of primordial humanity and infuse them into the [Azure Silver Eclipse], and only then will the white sun transform into a human."

"You must resurrect the 'Silver Witch' and then kill her correctly."

"This is the only way."

Chapter 121 "Try to kill me, you reckless kid."

"Me, fight the Silver Witch?"

Ryan pointed to himself.

"Correct."

The stranger in gray nodded.

What a joke... Ryan thought it was absurd.

Destroying the 'Azure Silver Eclipse' would not only sever the player's connection with Eden, but also liberate all the curses of the Darklands. However, the problem is that Ryan simply cannot do it.

Ryan Lumin from the original timeline could reach the level of the strongest human, but he was still still at the human level.

Putting aside the fight against the Silver Witch, the prerequisites alone are already incredibly difficult to meet.

'Collecting four portions of primal humanity'—this means that Ryan must also defeat 'hunger,' 'war,' 'plague,' and the 'death' before him.

Based solely on the gray-clad stranger's incredible skill of deleting save files after death, Ryan couldn't find any way to win.

However, it is precisely this hellish difficulty level that makes the challenge fun.

Eden is not a game for players, but a game for Ryan.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Ryan asked. “Does it mean I also need to find a way to kill you, Lady Death?”

"Ah."

The gray-clad stranger nodded calmly, his tone devoid of any emotion: "I look forward to being killed by you."

"Does death also lead to suicide?"

Ryan said.

“Ah, of course, living is a meaningless thing.” The gray-clad stranger nodded, and said with interest, “Over the years, the believers have given me a lot of interesting ideas, but they are all useless in the end.”

That's natural.

To want to kill death is inherently a paradox.

Ryan never expected that the legendary Death Witch would actually be a crazy old woman with serious suicidal tendencies.

Do you also enjoy modifying your own decorative knives?

"If you have a way..." the gray-clad stranger said casually, "you can do it now and take away my humanity. I won't resist."

How do we get started?

What I saw before me was not even a projection of the Witch of Death.

Ryan frowned. The player who had just lightly bumped into the gray-clad stranger's shoulder was immediately wiped out from the game. He feared that if Ryan were to die, he would also be wiped out from the server.

He glanced at the clock on the wall: 14:05 PM. Only five minutes had passed since the gray-clad stranger entered.

Her mere existence, and the very place she is, signifies death.

Even if she did nothing, in those short ten minutes, everything in the cafeteria was disappearing.

Besides external factors like sunlight and air, there is also space.

What was once just a shallow crack has now spread like a spider web. The present world can hardly withstand the projection of death. If this Buddha statue is allowed to stay any longer, the space of the dining hall will collapse.

"This wine is quite good." The gray-clad stranger examined the empty wine glass in his hand. "Where is it from?"

"It comes from my family's white grape vineyard, from a world-renowned winery."

Ryan politely explained, "This bottle is still relatively young. My cellar has an even more exquisite 'Lu Mingguang Winery,' and I'll bring you a few more bottles when I have time."

What if you poison the drink?

Ryan pondered the idea for a moment, then dismissed it.

There is no poison that can kill.

"You must kill me as soon as possible."

Seeing that Ryan looked somewhat dejected, the gray-clad stranger said, "Because in two years, I'm going to Luming."

The dead wind hung coldly, the dim sunlight swayed, and the window frame divided the outside and inside into two worlds: outside, the rice flowers swayed in the sweltering summer heat, while inside, it was dark and cold.

Just one short sentence sent chills down Ryan's spine.

All the composure that had been maintained before crumbled at this moment.

He stood up abruptly, staring intently at the gray-clad stranger.