T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 187, Section 186: Whoever blocks the way dies.
Is it more frightening if there is more than one civilization in the entire universe, or is it more frightening if there is only one intelligent civilization on Earth in the entire universe?
If forced to choose between the two, Chen Shaoyu would choose the latter.

My curiosity, which I had been suppressing so well, was about to burst forth.

"No civilization existed before us?"

The candlelight simply stared silently at Chen Shaoyu, offering no reply.

Chen Shaoyu seemed to have discerned the answer hidden behind the silence. He took a deep breath and whispered a thank you.

No candlelight was needed to remind him; the person who had previously leaked information had already forgotten everything that happened in this building, and he was a very tight-lipped person.

Chen Shaoyu has left; he needs to enter the deeper dream realm to return to the Proof of the Stars.

Tonight, the boundary between reality and illusion is very likely to pinpoint the first outcome of the "Anna Rebellion" incident, and he needs to take the place of the candlelight to complete the observation.

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Upon returning to the game, Jiang Heyi waited for a full half-day before the emperor's secret envoy arrived.

It's that old Deng who always talks about young people.

Perhaps because Jiang Heyi's rebuke was very effective last time, the old man in the black robe did not use the term "young man" again. He seemed to have learned how to restrain himself from using this catchphrase.

"Let's do it tomorrow."

It happened faster than anyone had imagined at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, and everyone was eager to get started.

"Without rehearsals or drills, if it fails, even His Majesty cannot help you."

“You’re either underestimating us,” Jiang Heyi said, “or you’re underestimating Kesha.”

Kesha was now occupying the entire soft chair, comfortably sprawled on it. Upon hearing this, it immediately raised its head, its tail slapping happily against the floor.

Orange Tea suddenly raised her hand: "Your Majesty, are you sure that we won't face any more trouble after this is done? If someone causes trouble and we are forced to retaliate, don't blame us."

"His Majesty is not so old that he can't control people," the old man in black robes scoffed disdainfully. "You should worry more about yourselves."

He casually tossed Jiang Heyi a sound transmission crystal and a photo scroll.

"We'll contact you using this tool tomorrow. Good luck!"

After the old man in the black robe left, the boundary between reality and illusion opened, revealing the scroll that captured the image.

Still in the council hall, this time, Kurien summoned all the nobles, and after a heated debate among them, he made a decision.

“Since you insist on this, then Giza and the other eight shall immediately pay their atonement and, upon their release from prison, bear the cost of compensating the Fallen Star Siren.”

These words signify that this protracted tug-of-war has finally ended with Kurion stepping in to clean up the mess.

The noble groups who had preserved Giza were almost overjoyed.

No emperor could stand idly by while the empire's reputation continued to be tarnished.

Their self-degrading actions successfully forced the ambitious Kurien to compromise.

With the resolution in place, he could no longer use the Giza issue to expand his power into a centralized system.

Although there are many factions within the nobility, and some people want to use the Fallen Star Siren as a weapon to kill, they all keep quiet now that it concerns the interests of all the nobles, so they don't want to become the target of everyone's criticism.

Amidst repeated praises of "Your Majesty is wise and insightful," Kurien strode away.

Even though he didn't show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face, the pace of his walk betrayed Kurien's restless heart.

At sixty years old, how many more times does he still have the determination to charge towards reform?
After this failure, will he be able to find a suitable opportunity to launch another attack?

As they left the council hall, the nobles who had protected Giza beamed with joy. If it weren't for the imperial guards, they probably would have burst out laughing.

Is the system in disarray?

Isn't chaos a good thing?

Without chaos, there would be no need for so many nobles, and they wouldn't have their current status.

The fact that the empire was at its zenith demonstrates that they played a decisive role in it.
This distorted system of governance has made most of them successful.

As for how the people below feel... do any of them really think about how many ants they've stepped on and killed?

"I'm still worried. The messenger from the fallen star said it was either castration or death. I'm afraid His Majesty's handling of the situation won't satisfy them."

"Fallen star? So what if it's fallen star? Just give them more compensation. They only bumped into their siren, they didn't do anything more outrageous. It's making a mountain out of a molehill."

"I think it's all the work of those individuals who are corrupt, raising the compensation standards so they can profit from it."

"That makes sense. It's just that a traitor infiltrated the Sirens and betrayed them."

"I'd like to know how they'll react if they're so confident but don't get the results they want."

"Shall we go greet Giza together tomorrow?"

"Go, let's go together. This is a great achievement for the Empire!"

"Let's see what the fallen star can do. Sealing off the sea? What's the use of sealing off the sea? If we really turn against the empire, how many offspring do they have to exhaust?"

From a game design perspective, this video is meant to let players know what happened inside and outside the council hall not long ago.

From the player's perspective, or from the perspective of fully immersing oneself in the Fallen Star Envoy, the black-robed old man deliberately showed this video to inflict blood rage on them.

Kesha's anger was still brewing, and everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion was already at a red temperature.

"Mint, can you come up with something good to make us feel good in one night?" Zhong Zemo kept rubbing his fingers.

"Peppermint Mom, give us some torture potion, they'll do anything," said the bed.

Why is no one answering? Where are the mint people?
Orange Tea said, "It seems she's gone back to the guild."

When I returned to the guild, I saw Mint in the potion workshop, her eyes red as she fiddled with something.

"Kill them all!"

I forgot to mention that, because of what Renee did to him, Mint's anger towards nobles accumulates more easily than that of ordinary people.

It's already a miracle that there hasn't been a volcanic eruption in Hongwen and Bohe, where Jiang Heyi and his group are located.

As dawn broke over Anna, the boundary between reality and illusion, where Mint had explained the potion combination three or four times, quietly awaited the pre-arranged signal from Kurien.

Captain Kurien, who had previously spoken with Kurien, stretched.

"Good luck to you all."

After he finished speaking, the guards protecting the mansion disappeared without a sound.

He left behind a crystal ball; touching it would grant access to information about a building that had already been marked.

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Giza was captured on the spot by the Siren King's court, but he did not despair.

Even though Giza was lifted out of the sea by the siren to attack the coastal city-states, it did not despair.

When he was taken to the capital, and heard that the various noble factions were arguing fiercely over his case, while the Siren of the Fallen Star insisted on either castrating him alive or killing him, Giza finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He was well aware of the intricacies among the nobility; with each harboring their own ulterior motives, there were countless opportunists who would exploit any situation.

They are likely to become the victims of this round of power struggles.

As a descendant of nobles who followed the twin emperors in establishing the country, Giza struggled desperately in prison, contacting his family and moving around in hopes of getting a chance to survive.

Unexpectedly, the situation, which had taken a sharp turn for the worse, suddenly improved.

The nobles who protected Giza exaggerated the matter, turning black into white and portraying it as a conflict between the empire and the sirens, making a small incident known to everyone.

His Majesty was the first to succumb to the pressure and released everyone.

When Giza heard that the people of Anna were praising His Majesty for this matter, saying that "the people of Anna are not subject to the judgment of outsiders," he immediately realized that their suffering was over!
become free.

The moment Giza walked out of prison, he was greeted by nobles he knew and others he didn't. They embraced and celebrated, as if Giza were an innocent victim who had suffered a wrongful injustice.

“Celebrate, yes, we should celebrate.”

Upon hearing that his family had already prepared a feast, Giza laughed heartily and invited everyone present to join in this all-out drinking session.

Fine wines and delicacies abound, and the bustling Giza Manor is filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and lively conversation.

Eight imprisoned criminals were transformed into the most dazzling people at the banquet, with nobles vying to toast and converse with them, regardless of their rank.

In a corner, Renee, representing her family and attending the banquet alone, dismissed the chattering suitors around her, coldly observing the chaos.

"nausea."

She scoffed and splashed the drink on the man who was constantly trying to impress her and get more of her attention.

Having paid her a visit, eaten and drunk her fill, and given her plenty of face, Renee turned and left.

She disliked the social events her family arranged for her.

Boring as hell.

Renee turned and left, ignoring the flies buzzing around her.

As she left the manor, a servant opened the carriage door for her, and Renee suddenly smelled a strange magical aura.

She looked in the direction she sensed, and a familiar figure came into view.

Renee frowned slightly: "Mint...aren't they protected by the Royal Guard and unable to get out?"

An idea blossomed in my mind, causing a huge uproar.

"Master, those look like the Fallen Star Messengers. Are they... forcing their way in?" the servant said hurriedly. "We must immediately inform the patrolling guards!"

Renee snapped her fingers, and the servant collapsed to the ground, dizzy.

She clapped her hands again, and several guards around her who sensed something was wrong also collapsed to the ground.

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"There's an enemy... Croak!"

Before the guards of the Giza family could finish speaking, Zhong Zemo's large shield had already smashed them into a bloody mess.

The elemental fusion of the four Primarchs cleaved through the manor's outer wall like a raging torrent, taking an unconventional shortcut and killing several mages who had been marked by the bed and were hiding behind the wall.

Mint noticed a carriage parked in a corner in the distance, and there seemed to be several people who looked like messengers.

Before she even got close, these people all collapsed to the ground.

The familiar aura within the magic sent chills down her spine.

Renee smiled and looked at her with a beaming smile.

Behind him, his comrades swept through the mansion, killing guard after guard. Hearing their voices, Mint felt a surge of heroic spirit rising in her heaving chest.

The nightmare that had been haunting my mind was finally quelled.

"You didn't show any fear at all. It seems you've changed quite a bit this year," Renee exclaimed in amazement.

"Rene, get out of the way."

"What can you do if I insist on interfering?" Renee snapped her fingers again, a dazzling light flashing behind her.

Mint didn't respond, but instead took out a bunch of bottles and jars.

"Die together."

Renee's eyes widened; she suddenly realized something.

"Those people seem to be very important to you."

Mint's gaze turned even colder.

As the battle was about to break out, Renee raised her hands and slowly backed away.

"Since you've been hanging out with me for over a year, go do what you want. I'll just watch; it shouldn't affect you guys, right?"

Renee added, "You know I always keep my promises. If I don't catch up now, you won't be able to participate!"

Mint, as if venting her anger, threw a Molotov cocktail mixed with lightning and fire elements at Renee's feet, symbolically blocking her path, before turning around and catching up with the main group.

Even though she knew it was pointless, she still wanted to do it.

The boundary between the virtual and the real world has become a battleground.

"Whoever blocks the way, dies!"

With that, Jiang Heyi pierced through the body of a mage with a single strike, then beheaded him with a backhand slash, leaving no chance of survival.

There are far too many nobles celebrating at the Giza mansion today, which is completely different from the original plan.

"We're looking for the enemy of the fallen star; the ones who deserve to die are Giza and his eight men."

Zhong Zemo loudly emphasized that the large shield mercilessly slammed the two guards against the wall, shattering their internal organs.

Most of the nobles in the Giza front courtyard were drawn there by the common minor nobles who were trying to infiltrate the upper echelons. They feasted, danced, or engaged in contests for amusement.

Upon hearing the words about the boundary between the virtual and the real, they hurriedly brushed past the group and fled out of the manor along the edge of the building.

Upon entering the central courtyard, the resistance began to increase.

Many of the nobles' personal guards and Giza's personal guards formed pairs to intercept them.

"You are a traitor, trespassing on a noble estate, and a habitual killer. Your diplomatic immunity has expired!"

He hadn't finished speaking his judgment.

The ethereal singing voice swept through the courtyard with the sudden rise of the azure sea tide. In an instant, the more than twenty guards were pounded and crushed by the seawater, turning into bursts of blood rain that splashed and spread evenly over the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

Song of the Tidecaller

Kesha merely opened his mouth slightly, and these guards, whose average strength was at the sixth rank, instantly melted.

Even at the eighth rank, there is indeed a difference.

I can't imagine how I would defeat her in the Great Snow Mountain storyline without the Gluttonous Incarnation.

Kexia looked at Jiang Heyi tenderly.

"No one can insult you."

hiss~~~
The jailer got goosebumps.

Someone like him who loves to complain would have died countless times in Kshasa's eyes.

“Potato, this is quite different from the original plan,” Fries reminded him. “In Kurien’s version, there wouldn’t be this many people on the manor.”

Mint reminded me, "I just saw Renee outside. She hates these kinds of occasions and doesn't easily join in on things, so I'm pretty sure it was sent by her family..."

"Hiss, Renee's family, that means there might be quite a few high-ranking nobles at this banquet?" The jailer was sweating.

"What should we do?" The blanket was also a little at a loss. "Will it affect the reward?"

What Zhong Zemo was more concerned about was whether Kurien deliberately failed to inform them that there was a large amount of noble information gathered here, in order to use someone else to do his dirty work.

Jiang Heyi wiped the blood off the knife: "What should we do... Anyone who dares to stop us, we'll kill them."

"As I said before, those eight people will either be castrated alive or die."

"Anyone who helps them is an enemy of the Falling Star, kill them all!"

(End of this chapter)