T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 150, Question 149: Could he really be a genius?
Through the app linked to his phone, French Fries can browse skill information.

While other features have not yet been confirmed, once players reach the maximum level of 20, they can choose two of the 12 specialization skills that randomly appear on the panel.

She has already chosen [Weeping Blood].

【Bloodshed】: "After casting the spell, the player's eyes will be blurred with blood and tears, making it impossible to obtain information through sight. This can increase the power of specialized skills."

At first glance, this is a very silly skill.

Sacrificing your eyesight only yields a negligible improvement, far less reliable than the blessing from the orange tea set.

However, [Bloodlust] is a self-harm skill that allows players to control the extent of their actions.

The berserker's characteristics dictate that the more weakened they are, the stronger they become in combat.

Relying on damage from enemy units to maintain health is unstable and prone to unpredictable changes.

With a high limit to controllable self-harm and a stable output rhythm, the negative effect of being unable to see is completely acceptable in comparison.

Anyway, esports doesn't require eyesight, so I gave it to them!

The last skill was a difficult choice, and she ultimately selected [Crazy Gift].

Despite being an extremely aggressive damage-dealing class, the Berserker also possesses several quirky team support skills.

【A Mad Gift】: The caster enters a state of exhaustion, granting the entire team 【Bloodlust】 for 1 minute.

French Fries thinks this skill shouldn't be called "Crazy Gifts," it should be called "Legacy."

Using this skill consumes all your stamina, putting you in a state of zero effect and zero contribution as a damage dealer. You'll likely be instantly killed by high-strength monsters, which means players will save this skill for when they're in a very disadvantageous and certain-death situation.

French fries thought so too.

As the temple guardians grow stronger, the likelihood of a one-way charge increases.

【A Crazy Gift】As the last Ripple before dying, it can provide the team with some backup.

She plans to use this skill set at the World Championship as well—if she can buy it.

The jailer snapped his fingers: "The sizzling clay pot dish from yesterday was terrible; water was leaking out from the bottom. It was obviously made by Chef Huang Weijie. This one is much better today, so I'm more at ease."

"Want some more sizzling chicken?" Jiang Heyi pushed the menu forward. "You seem like you haven't had enough."

French Fries looked up at Jiang Heyi, who was slurping her cola, and for some reason, Ke Xia and the words she had said came to mind.

"Oh, then one of these will do."

While waiting, everyone was browsing the community.

After considering for a moment, the fries spoke without any expression.

"Speaking of which, do you guys find Ksha's personality appealing?"

Everyone perked up immediately when the topic was brought up.

With algae-green hair, a slender and tall figure, a bosom bulging from being fed dried fish, delicate and charming features, and lively eyes...

The jailer looked left and right, and the boys exchanged glances, reaching the same conclusion.

In terms of appearance, it perfectly hit their target area.

Next, consider personality.

Her superior background gave her confidence, pride, and composure.

Instead of getting angry after being suppressed by Jiang Heyi, she acted like a curious child, wanting nothing more than to circle around Jiang Heyi.

The thinking is very unconventional, and most people would find it difficult to keep up with the pace of the conversation—but it's just right for the boundary between reality and illusion.

Be proactive and positive.

Sensing the stirrings deep within her heart, she immediately put them into action, declaring her feelings for Jiang Heyi and throwing herself at him without hesitation, afraid of being a second too late.

These elements that have already been shown are enough to make even the most stubborn and argumentative person like the prison guard, let alone Zhong Zemo who has just emerged from the "marriage grave" and the Four Primal Bodies who are somewhat immune to romance, very interested.

She rested her chin on the blanket and said, "If it were me, I would like it too."

"How come you're here too..." Jiang Heyi was stunned.

“That’s normal, right? According to Mint’s mother, Kesha’s age, converted to human terms, is not even twenty. To be so young and already an eighth-rank High Priest, his status in the royal court must be quite high.” The blanket countered, “How are you going to refuse such a genius who comes to you and claims to like you, while also planning your future?”

The conversation unconsciously veered towards romance.

The prison guard looked left and right, and sighed, "How come everyone is so skilled? I feel like I'm the only one with absolutely no dating experience."

Surprisingly, apart from Zhong Zemo, everyone else said they were also complete beginners.

"Really?" The jailer was skeptical. He looked at the four original bodies and said, "You're the oldest, you go first."

"I don't dare to date." The original body was very frank. "Since I can remember from high school, my mother's health has not been very good, and my family is not very well-off, so I have never dated."

"After graduation, I was busy with work, and dating and marriage both cost money. The money I saved was for my mother's medical treatment, so I simply stopped dating."

The tetra-primate picked up a pigeon leg and took a bite.

"Since people will complain about the poor conditions anyway, I might as well not bother them."

Financial hardship is the underlying tone of life for the Tetraprimates.

If we were to identify the biggest beneficiary of the guild war that broke through the boundaries of reality and virtuality, it would be him.

According to Chen Shaoyu's "street-side" information, the revenue sharing ratio, at the very least, is at least one million for each player who enters the world championship.

The people from Orange Sky contacted Nongya in France to inquire about the situation. The information leaked by the operations on both sides was almost identical, confirming that it was not a joke.

From the moment they qualified for the World Championship, everyone's fate changed. "Orange Tea, what about you?" Jailer Brother pointed at Tea God, who was gnawing on goose neck.

"Ah, me?" Orange Tea was a little flustered. "I've been busy studying and haven't had a single conversation with her yet. How could I have any experience?"

Orange Tea is a model student. In county schools, where teaching resources are limited, students have to work twice as hard to achieve excellent grades.

In the county town, it was common to see many students who were dating early and skipping school. Teachers often used this as an example to educate her to look forward and be careful not to be dragged into the "quagmire." She naturally became a blank slate.

"What about you, Bed? You're so good-looking, and you've never been in a relationship?" The jailer, unusually frank, admitted Bed's good looks.

"Not even once." The blanket waved its hand helplessly.

I've been a shut-in since middle school. Back then, the anime and manga community was somewhat invisible and not recognized by the mainstream. Unlike now, where you can just use your phone to play a second-hand game and find like-minded people to connect and communicate with at school.

"Back then, I was really immature and didn't have many friends. For example, uh..."

The blanket suddenly stopped, and she looked around nervously and awkwardly, seemingly unwilling to talk.

They've piqued our curiosity, so it would be too much to not tell them.

Amidst everyone's complaints, the blanket gritted its teeth.

In her third year of junior high school, feeling that her grades were stable, she bought herself a cosplay outfit of Char, a classic Gundam character.

Dressed neatly, wearing a mask, I laid my desk across the room and inserted a ruler into the pen holder to serve as a microphone.

While playing Char's speech aloud, he excitedly lip-synced along, making gibberish.

Because the room was well soundproofed, she wasn't afraid of disturbing the other people in the house.

Because the room was well soundproofed, she was unaware that guests had come to the house that day. Her father had knocked on the door twice, but she hadn't heard him at all.

The moment her father opened the door, the music reached its climax; she danced wildly, raising her arms and shouting.

It was truly a day to remember.

"What an energetic child! She's practicing her foreign language. Let's not disturb her."

Upon receiving this comment, the guests left with their father, all smiles.

I still remember how many different expressions flashed across my dad's face in just a few seconds; even the master of face-changing couldn't match it.

Where did this fishhook come from? It's catching everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion, turning their mouths into upturned corners. Why is it so hard to suppress those corners of your mouth?

"These are all mistakes I made when I was young," the blanket said sincerely. "I'm not saying anything more, I'm passing this on to the next person, it's time for the fries!"

The man with the fries remained calm: "We haven't talked about it, it's due to family reasons."

Zhong Zemo wondered, "Huh? Your aunt and uncle seem very open-minded. They're all so sweet and happy themselves, but they won't let you be sweet and happy too?"

"I guess I've seen enough of love since I was a child, so I'm not really into the mushy stuff in relationships."

Now only Jiang Heyi was left, and everyone's attention was focused on him.

"Squid, fries, and the jailer can all testify. Back in my school days, I was online playing games every single day without fail. With such a regular schedule, how did I get any luck in finding a partner? Did it just fall from the sky and land on my head?"

A brief recollection of French fries.

For more than a year during her first and second years of high school, she and Jiang Heyi always teamed up on time, which was a major reason why they were able to team up and compete in different games.

"Almost there, almost there!"

"You guys book the rooms first, I'll definitely come."

"almost there."

"Give me five minutes."

"Hey, don't be afraid, I won't stand you up. Has your brother XXX ever lied to you?"

Jiang Heyi never used any of these pigeon-like sayings.

Teaming up with Jiang Heyi is very reassuring; you never need to worry about him suddenly making random "cooing" noises at crucial moments.

French Fries suddenly felt a pang of guilt when he thought about how he had disappeared without a word to prepare for the college entrance exam.

We'd been gaming partners for so long, doing this seemed...

The more I think about it, the more I care about the fries.

Perhaps she should find an opportunity to formally apologize?

But doing so feels too formal.

Ok……

“It’s alright, let’s not talk about it in real life, let’s talk about it in the stars.” The jailer gave Jiang Heyi a thumbs up. “‘The Eighth-Order Genius Siren is My Fiancée’ is a catchy novel. I suggest you experience it yourself and write it into a novel to make a lot of money.”

A person complained in bed: "It sounds like toilet paper, who would watch this?"

"You don't understand, do you? These days, if a novel doesn't have a long title and doesn't highlight its key features in the title, it's unlikely anyone will read it." The prison guard seemed to have done market research, speaking off the cuff. "Novel trends are mostly determined by the buyer's market, which means a lot of people like this kind of thing."

"Sweet and sour romantic comedies are very popular. Kishiro is so funny. Just record her behavior in your daily interactions and you'll have plenty of material."

The four primitives felt that the prison guard was just like a boss in a company who makes empty promises, except that what the prison guard said could actually be done.

Jiang Heyi was actually somewhat tempted.

Is he really a genius?

(End of this chapter)