Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Two years later, will the Death Witch go to Luming, to that largest city in the west?

Ryan understood this better than anyone else.

The gray-clad stranger existed for only five minutes, and the space in the cafeteria was almost dead. If she were to appear in the densely populated Luming City, even for just one second, the number of dead and injured would be in the tens of thousands.

Ryan's home is also in Luming.

"The Twilight Mountains block all curses."

Ryan thought of the mountains and said, "The curse can't be broken."

The Twilight Mountains are not mountains in the physical sense; they also incorporate the concept of time. They are fragments of twilight cut by Richard, the first Sword Saint of Lu Ming. This is what allows them to block the sunlight of the Pale Solar Eclipse and isolate all curses within the Lightless Territory.

"The Twilight Mountains will collapse."

The stranger in gray replied, "Were you looking at the clock just now? Why don't you take another look?"

Ryan looked at the clock with a hint of doubt after hearing this. Nothing had changed; it was still 14:05.

and many more.

He noticed something was wrong; the biggest change was that the clock hadn't changed.

Ryan looked at the second hand; the tip trembled slightly as it moved slowly and laboriously to the next level, like an old man in his twilight years.

With the arrival of death, it's not just this space that's dying...

Even the time here will be buried with it.

"Two years from now, I will go to the Twilight Mountains myself first, ah, not as a projection," the gray-robed stranger said to himself. "I won't do anything special, I'll just stay there for a full twilight, and then the Twilight Mountains will die."

Two years later, this is the major launch event in the original timeline—[When Twilight Falls], where the Twilight Mountains collapsed with a deafening roar, and thirty million Lightless Ones surged into Eden.

Everything is now accessible.

Ryan connected all the clues, and the reason for the collapse of the Twilight Mountains was never explained in the original work. It turned out to be the work of the Death Witch.

"Why go to Luming?" Ryan asked. What kind of shocking conspiracy was hidden here?

"Drinking Lu Mingguang's brewed wine?" the gray-clad stranger said matter-of-factly. "Didn't you recommend it to me?"

Just because of drinking, tens of millions of people are to be killed.

Ryan understood the truth deeply.

Although the stranger in gray was able to communicate kindly and even answer all questions.

However, the way the primordial witches viewed the world was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people; in other words, they were beings from another dimension.

They are a curse.

"...Can't I bring you a few boxes?"

Ryan was almost speechless. He remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a word through gritted teeth.

He decided to use his high emotional intelligence: "I'll bring you two more boxes of eggs. For my sake, can we just let this go?"

“You reckless child, death doesn’t need a reason for where you go.” The gray-clad stranger shook his head: “It’s just that my time has come, so I have to go. It’s not that I want to go, and I don’t have any malicious intent.”

"Death is such an unreasonable and illogical thing."

Ryan hated listening to riddles and scripts, but luckily he was also a riddle enthusiast and could barely guess the meaning behind the gray-clad stranger's words.

Lu Mingling was destined to be destroyed in two years, which is why the Death Witch went there.

It wasn't the Death Witch who went there, which is why Lu Ming was destroyed.

"If you can change your fate, then I won't go."

The stranger in gray stood up; she was leaving.

"It's almost time."

She glanced at Ryan one last time.

"Try to kill me, you reckless kid."

Chapter 122 Cowardice and Courage

The stranger in gray left.

Ryan waited for a while longer, making sure the gray-clad stranger was completely gone, before he leaned back in his chair.

Cold sweat seeped down my spine.

Everyone feels fear when facing death; it's an inescapable instinct, and Ryan was no exception.

But he managed to suppress it well, which is why he was able to talk to the gray-clad stranger with a normal expression, and even let death toast him three times.

Being unafraid of death is not bravery; fear is an animal's instinct, so courage is the true hymn to humanity.

However, even Ryan's best efforts were futile.

Within two years, one must grow to the point where one can kill 'death'.

That's truly a fantasy.

A strong sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

He deciphered the riddle left by death: Lu Ming would be destroyed because it was destined to be destroyed, which is why death went to Lu Ming.

If the cause of Lu Ming's destruction is resolved, death will not come to Lu Ming.

In the original timeline, Lu Ming was destroyed for a simple reason: the invasion of 30 million players.

Therefore, the general policy remains unchanged.

We still need to do everything we can to discourage players and let this world become a place of iniquity.

But even if the game were to solve the problem, it would only be a temporary fix, not a permanent solution.

Therefore, it is necessary to destroy the [Azure Eclipse], the passage connecting the two worlds, so that players will never descend, and the Land of No Light will be liberated.

The latter is Ryan's ultimate goal, while the former is the primary goal.

The first task is to kill 'Death' within two years and obtain her humanity.

Ryan's head was spinning the more he thought about it. He couldn't find a way to break it. Even if death stood still, he wouldn't dare touch it. This mechanism was just too unfair.

If a living person comes into contact with death, they will die suddenly due to the death curse and their data will be deleted from the world.

Ryan's gaze suddenly fell upon the three glasses of white wine on the table—[Death Brandy], the drinks the grey-clad stranger had consumed. Why had the grey-clad stranger left these three glasses...?

He recalled the descriptions of the wines.

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 be reached. When drunk, the death accumulation will be full.]

From the gray-clad stranger's words, we can infer that even death cannot defy fate.

If the living cannot touch death, then what about the living who are destined to die?

The same person cannot die twice, and death cannot curse someone who has already been cursed by death.

Just like the Witch of Death, she cannot kill herself.

If I deliberately drink this white wine, will I be able to touch 'death'?

This is similar to exploiting a bug.

When faced with an insurmountable mechanic, unorthodox players will resort to exploiting system bugs... Ryan was both a remnant of the old regime and an unorthodox player in his past life.

As long as the humanity to death is taken away before intoxication...

Ryan shook his head, temporarily dismissing the crazy idea. Even if the method was theoretically feasible, he didn't want to die like that.

The three cups of dead wine were carefully sealed.

Ryan began to observe the strange room that had been visited by the gray-clad stranger.

This otherwise unremarkable cafeteria, from the perspective of the witch cultists, could already be called a 'holy ground of death'.

He was a man who made the most of everything. If the wine the gray-clad stranger had drunk could be used, then the room she had visited must also be of great use.

First, there are the 'gaps and gaps' around the dining table.

Ryan inserted the spoon into the gaps in the space, and with a snap, the spoon broke into two pieces.

He then tried using wood, iron, and gold coins.

No matter how hard an object is, it will break in two when it passes through these spatial rifts.

Ryan was overjoyed. Based on these spatial rifts, he might be able to develop spatial magic.

Next, let's talk about the time here.

Ryan looked up at the clock. The seconds were almost frozen in time. He silently counted twice in his mind before it moved forward a small increment.

The Death Witch only appeared for five minutes, and the time here was already half-dead, barely clinging to life.

The rate of loss is half that of normal loss.

Ten minutes passed outside, but twenty minutes passed inside the cafeteria.

Ryan was overjoyed; this was undoubtedly a good thing, and could even be considered the biggest gain of the trip.

The slower the flow of time, the higher the efficiency.

While others study for 24 hours a day, Ryan studies for 48 hours a day.

It's practically the best study room for a student like Juan.

Ryan couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if the Death Witch had stayed here any longer.

Will time stand still here?

Will the people in the room be trapped here forever?

Yes.

[A masterpiece in the Time Stop series]

Ryan was once again amazed by the Death Witch's incredible mechanics, and wondered what the mechanics of the other three original witches were like.

Anyway, hunger is definitely the worst one.

After all, there are such shameful descendants as Miss Meimei.

After completing the daily routine of breastfeeding.

He continued to explore this strange space. Although time here had slowed down by half, Ryan's perception of time was the same as usual, unaffected by the time reduction. What about the others?

Is Ryan the only exception, or are the others the same...?

Ryan kept this in mind.

Suddenly, he realized that his shadow had swum back.

After the Witch of Death's visit, all those without light were driven away by the fear of death, except for guests who were 'qualified to see death'. Miss Jasmine was no exception.

As soon as she left, Jasmine was the first to return.

“Ryan…!”

Jasmine looked very anxious. She didn't know what had just happened and had no memory of anything that had happened before.

The only thing she could recall was a primal fear, a fear that compelled her to flee.

She loathed the fear.

"What...happened?" Miss Jasmine asked Ryan anxiously.

Although she was in a hurry and the matter was very serious, Ryan found it amusing.

Miss Jasmine moved very slowly, and Ryan could clearly see her every move, from her slowly furrowed brows, trembling eyes, and parted cherry-colored lips.

It seems that apart from him, who has the right to see death, the flow of time will be slowed down once anyone else enters this space.

Nothing happened.

Ryan said.

Miss Jasmine's eyes widened slowly. For a moment, she couldn't hear what Ryan was saying. Did this guy speak so fast?

"Don't... tease... me," she warned angrily.