T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 208, Section 207: This is how we players are.
"Demons are born from the tide of magic."

"The magical tide originates from the world consciousness itself."

"If one can regard evil as a medium to understand the world's consciousness and magic, one may be able to transcend the world itself and reach the state of 'I am the world'."

The dim blue light flashed and disappeared in an instant, as if the magic had been severed by an extremely sharp object, creating an imperceptible void.

A figure emerged slowly from the crack.

Orange Tea blinked in surprise.

"Two...Düsseldorfers?"

The demonic fragments seemed to be drawn by the Eye of the Abyss, slowly swirling and rotating around it.

Dussel's eyes grew increasingly dim as he floated in mid-air. As his hands fell to his sides, the magic that had been raging around him began to dissipate, and he slowly landed.

"Doll."

Dussel looked at Jiang Heyi with approval and couldn't help but applaud.

"It is a puppet."

He looked at the crowd with great interest: "That's why I said you're all too superstitious about authority. Just because I'm a well-known ninth-rank official in the Empire, you followed me here without any precautions, without even considering that the person traveling with you all this way isn't even human."

“Hearing of your audacity in causing such a ruckus in the capital, I was genuinely worried for a while,” Dussel shook his head. “You’re still too young.”

The Dussel doll was located in a space isolated by the scroll, and the demonic fragments surrounding it began to enter the doll's body through the abyss eye inserted into its abdomen.

He was clearly using the doll as a vessel.

The assimilation of the demonic fragments is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and Dussel has long been prepared for a protracted battle.

What intrigued Jiang Heyi was whether he knew about the existence of the dawn redwood.

At this moment, the actions he took were very similar to those of the Metasequoia tree that used its physical body to seal away the demon.

As a human, the dawn redwood coexisted with the demons, stopped aging, and its spiritual magic rapidly improved, reaching a level unimaginable to ordinary magicians.

This also indirectly proves that it is highly likely that combining with evil spirits is feasible.

French Fries asked, "Are you just pretending to be afraid of evil spirits?"

Dussel's smile vanished instantly, and he said solemnly, "No, I am genuinely terrified of it. If you had experienced what happened 50 years ago, I believe you would also shudder."

"Sixth-tier, seventh-tier, the empire's strongmen fought against it, exhausting all their strength to annihilate its physical body, only to discover that its consciousness was the foundation of its existence."

"Its shrieks, its attacks, every single one of them can bring back your deepest fears."

"Even my teacher, who was so strong, lost his composure and in a moment became a soulless, empty shell."

The jailer seized on the key point: "They were all so strong and they're all dead, yet you're alright. Let me guess, coward, deserter?"

“Hahahaha, you’re right.” Dussel laughed without any shame. “I survived, and that’s why I became a legend.”

“Some of them are more outstanding than me, some are exceptionally talented, but so what? Only by living long will all of this have meaning.”

“A dead genius is nothing.” Dussel raised his head slightly, looking down at the crowd. “Just like you.”

"When you entered my room with the fragments of the demon, I was amazed by your power."

"I've seen geniuses, but it's rare to see a bunch of geniuses appearing together."

“To be able to obtain credentials from demons, you are even better than I was back then, it’s enviable!” Dussel gritted his teeth.

Being praised in this way by a 9th-tier mage standing at the pinnacle of the empire, the people on the boundary between the virtual and the real were secretly delighted.

His words confirmed Jiang Heyi's guess.

Over the past 50 years, he has returned to the Great Snow Mountain alone and encountered the evil spirits again.

The demonic fragments forged into weapons were not remnants of the great war 50 years ago, but rather spoils of war that Dussel had painstakingly obtained after a fierce battle with the demons.

His fear of evil was most likely deepened during this battle.

The jailer clicked his tongue and said, "You don't have the courage to try the sword yourself, and you only dare to find someone to replace you. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Like I said, being alive is everything. Shameful? Who will know what happened today after you're dead?"

"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you make a move?"

Dussel chuckled sinisterly: "Are you in such a hurry to die? No, no, I want to play a game with you."

"Don't play."

Zhong Zemo and the blanket spoke in unison.

Then, with perfect synchronization, he added another sentence.

"Stupid."

Dussel clearly wanted to make fun of them. Judging from the way he was so envious of everyone when he commented that they were far more intense than he was when he played the game, it wasn't hard to guess that he was already consumed by jealousy.

Who wants to provide you with entertainment? Go eat shit!
Düsseldorf definitely looked like he was in more pain than if he had eaten shit.

Enjoying the feeling of being in control and having victory in hand, these two people just wouldn't let him have his way.

"When did you have the right to choose?!"

Today marks the beginning of my journey toward transcendence. At this grand moment, wouldn't a solo performance be lonely and desolate?

With this thought in mind, Dussel hardened his resolve, his sharp magic like swords circling the boundary between reality and illusion.

Spatial magic was cast, and the space in all directions rippled like water.

"Don't even think about using the Starry Sky Jewels on your bodies. Although I don't understand where you got them, you have no chance of transferring them away in the face of my magic."

Dussel floated up slowly, looking down at the crowd.

“Pick up the [Space Slash] scroll.”

Everyone glanced at Jiang Heyi.

French fries whispered in his ear.

"Do it?"

Although it's a Tier 9 monster, according to the game's official settings, a well-coordinated and well-equipped multiplayer team can still defeat it.

The boundary between the virtual and real worlds was updated, and the equipment quality is quite good.

"Let's see what's wrong with him first."

Seeing that both the real and virtual boundaries obediently picked up the scrolls from the ground, Dussel felt incredibly pleased.

"Since you are all rare geniuses, then learn my [Spatial Slash]."

He said arrogantly, "In the Mage Tower, I've seen many geniuses, but very few can even learn the basics of spatial magic, let alone this masterpiece that combines magic and martial arts, a work that is enough to amaze both factions!"

"Aren't you geniuses? Learn! All of you, learn! Let me see what praiseworthy talents you have!"

The blade tore through the void, leaving barely perceptible ripples that spread in the direction of the strike. Swift as lightning!

A flash of eerie blue light enveloped everyone, and the distorted spatial magic gradually cracked, revealing the normal scenery.

"What a waste of magic power, it's almost drained me dry." Jiang Heyi couldn't help but complain. "As a surprise attack, it's not bad to get the first move."

French Fries also swung his sword, and the space around him was slightly distorted by the flash of the blade.

"The power is alright, but it's too physically demanding. It's a bit awkward for a martial artist to use this skill to get the first move. I feel it would be better when paired with a magic potion."

Within a few breaths, everyone except for Orange Tea had mastered the "world-shaking" skill that Dussel had described as something no one else could learn except him.

Others gave similar reviews to Jiang Heyi's fries.

It's a great skill, but it's also a bit of a bad one.

If we were to use a dish as an analogy, it would be like sea cucumber. It has a bland taste on its own and requires a chef to use the right cooking methods and seasonings to bring out its flavor.

It was said to be earth-shattering...

Düsseldorf said yes, so be it, we'll go along with you.

"You, you guys..." Dussel stared in disbelief, his eyes wide. "How could you possibly learn [Spatial Slash] so quickly without a foundation in spatial magic!"

"Spatial magic, magical control, basic physical skills, abundant magical power..." Dussel was furious. "Not one of them can be missing, not one of them can be missing! How could you possibly learn them!"

If you really want to know why...

So, this is how we players are.

You've already thrown the scroll in front of you. The official developers didn't design any skill threshold; it's not something you can master just by looking at it once.

"Dussel, are there any other scrolls we can learn from, preferably something even more 'world-shaking'?"

The jailer was a man of words; Dussel, who had remained unmoved no matter what, suddenly lost his temper.

"Die!"

Dussel casually waved his hand, and several ripples appeared.

As a barrage of spatial slashes came, Zhong Zemo strode forward with his shield, activating full magic suppression to distort and alleviate the rippling attacks.

Standing behind Zhong Zemo, the others were completely unaware of Dussel's suffocating offensive.

"Brother Squid, so cool!" cheered from under the covers.

Blocking an attack from a ninth-tier mage is nowhere near as satisfying as a word of praise from a teammate.

Shield Warrior players have been working hard for this moment!
Zhong Zemo was thrilled, while Dussel was furious.

The skills they were so proud of, which they thought no one could learn, were instantly mastered.

He personally took action, and the attack was completely thwarted.

As a ninth-rank official, Dussel was enraged.

"Nonsense! Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

Another series of spatial slashes came.

Zhong Zemo did not hesitate at all and stepped forward with his shield.

The group behind him had all warmed up and were now out in full force.

Damn it, so what if you're a ninth-tier? I'll kill you!

The elemental magic of the four primal entities was completely blocked by the distorted space.

While he was still in a daze, Jiang Heyi shouted: "Spatial Slash!"

The ripples spread, and wherever they reached, the barriers formed by spatial magic immediately collapsed.

Everyone immediately understood.

Just as demonic fragments can be used against demonic attacks, spatial magic can also be countered with spatial magic.

"How dare you use my magic against me!"

Very familiar line.

But... you can't do anything about it, can you?

Dussel retreated a distance with the doll, and his ability to teleport, which he understood, was difficult to stop.

He plunged his hands into the void on either side, and with his palms as the center, the space visibly twisted and cracked.

"You're so arrogant! I'll make you pay the price."

A tsunami-like wave crashed in, leaving only a mosaic-like blur in its wake.

At this moment, the virtual game world seemed to collapse, with snowflakes filling the sky.

The ninth-tier mage unleashed a powerful attack, and the crowd dared not be careless, immediately scattering to dodge.

"I can't move!"

The area where the boundary between reality and illusion lies is a muddy mess, and the body feels as if it has fallen into solid, soft jelly, making it difficult to move an inch.

The magical power pressed in from all directions, and the faces of the group turned red instantly.

"The game is over," Düsseldorf declared.

A cold wind suddenly rose.

A gust of wind and snow blinded Düsseldorf.

"Sigh, I can move again."

Dussel suddenly looked up. The powerful spatial sealing magic was still in effect, but the boundary between reality and illusion seemed unaffected, breaking free from its restraints.

what happened?
The sound of swirling snow echoed again in my ears at the boundary between reality and illusion.

Looking around, there was no wind and no snow.

The voice seemed to originate from within their minds.

The sound was like a tidal wave, deafening.

A burst of spatial magic struck, and the unsuspecting jailer was hit directly in the chest, sending him flying backward, rolling several times before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Tea God, Four Primal Forms, your shield is beautifully applied!" He stood up, clutching his chest. "It almost failed."

Orange tea, the four original bodies were astonished.

"We don't have a shield."

"Huh? Then where did my damage reduction come from?"

(End of this chapter)