T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 139, Section 138: He's so bad, even worse than the Slime King.
It wasn't just the illusion of plain fries; after successfully eating one person's kidney, the bed felt incredibly comfortable.

Their entrance was flashy, their average rank was 5 to 6, and the leader was an 8th-rank player who could easily kill adventurers. It seemed like dealing with these players who hadn't reached the level cap should be a piece of cake, but...

Jiang Heyi used magic to shape his own magic in response to magic, and the weapons that the three people had painstakingly conjured were shattered by a chain.

Before they could even react, Jiang Heyi, having switched to the Elemental Heart Dagger, swiftly slit their throats.

"That's it?"

It was surprisingly easy.

"You vicious necromancer!"

The adventurer's curses made Jiang Heyi turn around.

But then the jailer saw him manipulating the corpses of several adventurers who had just died, getting up to fight again.

"Hey, I just saved you, don't you know how to repay kindness? If I hadn't manipulated your girlfriend's corpse to block that blow, you would already be in the arms of the undead." The jailer said irritably.

"Give her back to me."

The jailer sighed, "Giving you back is just giving you a corpse anyway. How about this, I have a good idea."

A zombie suddenly appeared from behind the adventurer and bit off his neck.

The jailer skillfully transformed the adventurer and breathed a sigh of relief: "Now it's perfect, you and your girlfriend are together forever, perfect."

"Look at you, you can't even say thank you, you're so rude."

"Are there any acquaintances or relatives among you who are with them? I can help them reunite."

In previous discussions, it was determined that the story world bubble did not need to adhere to the "immersion" rule and could be done however it wanted. The jailer brother began to let loose.

Of course, doing so would obviously cause subtle changes in how things develop. For example, some adventurers might give up fighting the Green Serpent Mask and instead fight the jailer.

"Holy crap, they actually drop materials."

The jailer was surprised to find something good in a zombie's backpack, and it was even purple.

Everyone at the boundary between the virtual and the real looked over, their eyes gradually hardening as they gazed at the purple light in the jailer's hand.

"Why did you do this? We could have fought side by side!"

The cat-eared woman, who had spoken with them earlier, looked terrified after her shield was shattered by a single blow from the plain fries.

"Killing you will also give me experience points, and I'm really short on experience."

After saying that, he stabbed the fries through the heart.

"It's okay, dizziness is normal, it'll be fine in a bit."

The man in the green snakeskin mask was stunned. What kind of people are these? They suddenly killed the person fighting alongside them in the middle of the fight. What lunatics?

Aside from a seemingly foolish girl, everyone else at the boundary between reality and illusion fought several enemies simultaneously without being at a disadvantage. This performance caused the only eighth-ranked person present to have a gloomy expression behind his mask.

Someone magically sculpts and performs all sorts of martial arts.

Some people died without a complete corpse beneath their shields.

Someone was manipulating six zombies to devour living beings like wolves and tigers.

Some, caught up in the heat of battle, would hold a knife in their right hand and grab the corpses of the fallen with their left, using them as weapons to hurl them around.

……

enough!

Vines burst forth from beneath the snow, gushing forth like a spring, and coiled up the walking corpses.

He wants to first crush the most evil thing here.

The vines contracted forcefully, causing the zombie's fragile flesh to burst open. With a heavy slam, it fell silent.

A few seconds later, the corpse, stripped of its flesh and blood by the vines and left only as bones, rose up again, with blazing blue flames burning in its two empty eye sockets.

"Is this guy really an eighth-tier player? He doesn't seem that great."

It doesn't feel as good as one King Slime...

Following the spellcasting path of the vines, the jailer knew he was being targeted, but he felt no sense of crisis. Instead, he shouted in bewilderment, asking the others in the chaotic battle.

The next second, the ground beneath his feet collapsed, and countless vines emerged like tentacles, grabbing his legs and dragging him downwards.

The elemental fusion torrent of the four proto-principles, like a scalpel, precisely cuts through the vines.

An elemental shield landed precisely, blocking a beam of white light shot out by the eighth-tier mage.

The wind spirit of Orange Tea came to the jailer's side and dragged him away from the tentacle-like abyss.

"It's definitely not as good as a single Slime King. If this were on the fourth floor, I would die instantly after eating it. And this is supposed to be an eighth-level mage? The difference in performance is too great."

There are also differences even among the eighth tier.

The jailer's words enraged the magician. With a whistle, the masked men who were still fighting with the others broke free and returned to his side.

A magic circle appeared out of thin air above everyone's heads, and thick, dark plant roots extended out densely, like tentacles, covering the sky and the sun.

"Arrogant and ignorant fools, you have successfully angered me. Now, feel the majesty of an eighth-rank!"

Some of the surviving adventurers screamed in terror. The moment their bodies were entangled by the vines, their magic rapidly drained from their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, they could no longer sustain the casting of spells.

Within the area enveloped by ritual magic, magical energy becomes scarce, and the space, enough to suffocate a magician, slowly closes, trapping everyone inside.

Ritual magic that takes shape in an instant—a truly remarkable technique.

Can……

The blade sculpted by Jiang Heyi, the "backwater" of French fries, and the fusion torrent of the four primal entities—the three forces erupted with a roar, striking at a single point. The prison created by the ritual magic shattered in response, and countless vines vanished into nothingness.

He has the expressiveness, but his strength is still far behind that of the Slime King.

Their bodies bore white scratches from the vines striking their armor. In the underground temple, a single blow from a guardian could easily pierce their armor, requiring meticulous repair. Yet, this powerful eighth-tier ritual magic was nothing more than that.

They would definitely die if they took all the damage, but their equipment gave them the ability to take a portion of the damage without consequence.

"Turns out we're pretty strong."

I only realized the value of orange tea later.

"I thought the weapons and armor I've acquired lately weren't good enough, but it turns out they're only not good enough for the Temple of the Clarity?" The woman in bed re-examined her set of armor.

Upon entering the game, they immediately challenged high-difficulty dungeons in the mid-to-late game, failing to progress at a normal pace. They were repeatedly beaten down in these challenging dungeons, and lacked even a basic understanding of their own growth and current strength, especially given the blurring of the lines between reality and illusion.

The object that they usually regard as paper armor, which led Zhong Zemo to propose the "armor is useless" theory, is actually quite reliable.

The original flavor fries said, "I feel that there is still a gap even at level eight. He is really weak."

Jiang Heyi wondered, "Could it be a problem with the different maps? The magic theories and research on this continent are behind those on the continent where the Clarity Ones live, so the difference between the eighth rank seems a bit obvious?"

Their discussion made no attempt to conceal it from the eighth-tier mage nearby. They chatted back and forth as if this were not a battlefield and neither side was in a life-or-death situation.

The overly arrogant behavior caused the eighth-tier mage who was manipulating the vines to break down.

"Enough, enough, enough!"

"You liars! What Slime King? What other continent? Your words have been nonsensical ever since you started talking."

The boundary between the virtual and real worlds couldn't be bothered to listen to his incompetent rage. They tacitly stopped their discussion and then advanced as a group, charging towards the Temple of the Clarity!

At the signal from the Eighth Rank, the surviving masked man stepped forward.

The long-range magic attack was neutralized by the elemental magic sniping from the four primal beings in mid-air.

Close-range suppression...

"Dang~~~"

The masked man, whose back was being parried, felt a sharp pain in his waist. He opened his mouth to shout, but Jiang Heyi's short knife drew a line of blood down his neck.

The seven people worked together like a chariot, crushing the masked men who tried to stop them, trampling their flesh and blood into the snow, leaving behind puddles of strawberry jelly.

The eighth-tier mage clasped his hands together and gave a sharp slap.

Green threads rose from the surrounding trees, connecting him closely to his body.

The Four Primal Fireball spell was released, precisely igniting the coniferous forest.

"Did I tell you to use ritual magic?!"

With such an obvious attack animation, it's nowhere near as powerful as the instant-cast monsters in the underground temple!
In the instant the eighth-tier mage changed his tactics, six zombie monsters howled and pounced forward. He had no choice but to use the magic he was channeling to form a shield, keeping them at bay. With a flick of his wrist, pure magic surged forth, blasting them into a cloud of blood mist.

In that brief moment, the chariot at the boundary between reality and illusion had already crushed him in front of him.

"for you."

Plain fries casually tossed a corpse aside.

"Trying to slow down my spellcasting? Don't underestimate me!"

The eighth-tier mage let out a cold snort, and his magic power slashed at the corpse that was gradually enlarging in his field of vision like swords.

Overwhelmed by a group of inferiors, he unleashed his fury, tearing the corpse to pieces and causing a burst of blood mist...

"boom!"

A dazzling light pierced his eyes, and a violent explosion caused his eardrums to bleed.

mean!

They actually stuffed a magic potion into the corpse.

How could these people possess such a powerful potion?

His rhythm was disrupted, and he suffered setback after setback, to the point of almost going crazy.

They used magic to create a barrier and retreated quickly.

His extensive experience as a high-level mage allowed him to make the best choice in the midst of the chaos. However, the damage from the nearby potion explosion had left him covered in wounds, his clothes and mask tattered.

His sense of dignity as a superior forced him to stand, even though he was already dizzy.

He held on for only a few seconds before kneeling down on one knee. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood gushed out.

"Ugh~~~"

The potion was incredibly potent; strange elemental forces were coursing through his body, seemingly a fusion of lightning and water elements.

It was a potion he had never seen before.

What kind of potion master could create such a strange potion?

He doesn't understand.

"He's really bad, not even as good as the Slime King," the bedmate bluntly stated. "He doesn't intimidate me at all. Is he really an eighth-tier character?"

"I don't understand," Mint said. "She seems to have some method of judgment."

"I feel like I misjudged it. How could an eighth-tier character be so weak?"

The boundary between the real and the virtual world started to be discussed again, with everyone chiming in.

Every word pierced his heart.

"Ugh~~~"

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)