T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 217, Section 216: Berserkers are not allowed inside.
The candlelight showed Chen Shaoyu information about the current stage of the metasequoia tree.

She fused with demonic power, gaining a new form that was half-human and half-demon.

Because the two have lived together in harmony for many years, learning from and imitating each other, at this moment, their strengths and weaknesses complement each other.

The original symbiotic relationship is no longer valid, and the metasequoia trees that actively accepted the evil spirits are at risk of falling into the abyss at any moment.

The dawn redwoods sold out instantly; the visual effect was simply stunning.

In the dark red mist, a phantom image of crimson eyes appeared behind the metasequoia tree with a fierce look in its eyes.

He died instantly after just making eye contact with her.

"This is outrageous... This stage... is it certain death?"

It's like a blitzkrieg in an MMORPG where you only get to witness a kill when the game's mechanics fail.

“It’s not certain death,” Candlelight explained. “By carrying specific items and wearing specialized equipment, we can survive.”

At this stage, it is estimated that only the boundary between the virtual and real worlds can produce such a comprehensive set.

A true bloodbath.

The dawn redwoods went completely berserk.

Many players who obtained the Mint Pendant visited the Metasequoia, attempting to dig for the possible, speculated "Lucky Set".

Whoever goes will die; crushing them is no more difficult than crushing an ant.

Chen Shaoyu kept sending him private messages.

Inquiries about the Mint storyline have overwhelmed the online administrators.

"Can we undo it?"

"I accidentally killed some mint, is there any way to salvage it?"

"Isn't the dawn redwood too difficult?"

"Will the Metasequoia heading towards the Fragrant Breeze/Wind Pod cause problems with my other storylines?"

The problems mainly focus on these four aspects.

Among them, "accidentally killed the mint" was the most common.

Chen Shaoyu glanced at the candlelight beside him.

The candlelight seemed to understand: "What do you think?"

"According to our normal game operation thinking, if there are enough inquiries, it proves that this feature has a market for being made into a pay-to-win item."

"Players' needs should be met, and most games will offer a rollback option."

Chen Shaoyu did not express his own opinion, but only talked about the operational experience he had gained from observing online games.

Do you think Stellaris is the kind of game you're describing?

"No."

"Do we need more revenue?"

It doesn't seem to be really necessary.

Money and resources are meaningless to candlelight.

StarCraft has no development costs; its operating costs are concentrated offline, with the bulk of its expenses being the revenue share and prize money paid to world championship players.

Chen Shaoyu believed that if the game really wasn't profitable, Zhu Huo only needed to mention it, and enough money would immediately appear on the books for her to use.

The candlelight waved its hand, and ripples spread across Chen Shaoyu's world bubble.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves in the dense forest beside the trade route of Fengjia City, with a frozen mint standing in front of them.

This is also the area where players are most likely to encounter mint.

With a flick of the candle's fingers, time begins to flow.

Mint looked wary as the candlelight magic attacked. She dodged left and right, then threw out potions to maneuver around it, and finally slipped away at an incredible speed, cursing all the while.

She rewound time again, and this time Mint appeared in an injured state.

During the brief lull in the candlelight's attack, Mint took out the mental magic that Metasequoia had left her for protection and detonated it instantly.

"Do you understand?" Candlelight asked.

Chen Shaoyu nodded: "There was no accident, everyone's purpose was very clear."

Mint's first reaction after being attacked was to maneuver and escape. Perhaps because she was being chased for selling inferior potions, she was very agile.

Most players will find it difficult to catch up in a rush.

It was an accident.

Both times were accidental.

Three shots, four shots, Mint started running, but still wanted to chase and kill...

"They just don't want to bear the cost of making a choice," Candlelight said.

"From the very beginning, I have made it clear that the stars are a dynamic world, and your choices will affect the direction of your world."

"Once you've made a choice, don't regret it."

Some players have already realized the special nature of the Demonic Metasequoia.

This will be the first high-difficulty dungeon that ordinary players will encounter.

The underground temple of the Clarity, the fourth level is the watershed.

The self-destruct resurrection strategy developed by players in Japan has taken a clever approach, giving many players who cannot properly handle the Slime King's mechanics a chance to delve deeper.

Even with the wheelchair-assisted truancy strategy, 85% of the challengers still failed to complete the game.

There has always been a certain type of discussion thread in the community.

While ordinary players may not be as skilled as the top players in elite PVE guilds like Virtual Reality Boundary and Funny Tree, they are not incapable of handling complex dungeon mechanics.

What has always stopped them is the high entry fee, not a lack of strength.

Now, the gates to high-difficulty dungeons, which are readily available to ordinary players, are slowly opening.

Teleportation channels leading to the aftermath of the Demonic Water Fir incident have appeared in both Fengjia and Xiangfeng.

These two locations happen to be the main gathering places for players.

The teleportation fee is low; dare to come to the demonic stage?

The clamor within the world chat for the official release of a story rollback scroll was gradually suppressed by the war fanatics.

at this point……

The kind-hearted players quickly reached a consensus.

We must not let the mint be too lonely down there; we must send the dawn redwood down with us.

Since we're already here, and we've already killed everyone, we might as well kill the whole family!

To jointly defeat the evil Metasequoia dungeon, you must trigger two special events in this world: killing Mint and Metasequoia going berserk.

Within Fragrant Breeze City, the amount of information exchanged among players has surged, with team invitations appearing everywhere.

"Only those who have triggered the storyline should come to the Demonic Metasequoia dungeon. Join the group with the Mint Pendant and Demonic Fragment. Come only if you have other items. Don't waste everyone's time."

"A 10-person dungeon team is needed to test the dungeon's depths. There should be two support characters, one specializing in shield support and the other in reliable skill. Berserkers are not allowed in."

"This is our first attempt at a 30-man raid, purely for exploration. If you're worried about equipment repair costs, don't come. The team leader is experienced in game command and has led the disadvantaged Falling Star Court to a regional victory in faction wars. Your score is verifiable. Players with spirit and magic resistance gear will be given priority. Berserkers are not welcome."

"Just let a few people come in and take a look. Everyone take off their gear and try out the mechanics. Berserkers, don't come."

Everyone was dumbfounded at the boundary between reality and illusion.

What's going on? Why is everyone avoiding Berserker mode?
Orange Tea asked suspiciously, "Berserker is really strong, and Fries was carrying us like crazy, what's wrong with them?"

"You guys don't understand the dynamics of random groups outside," the jailer explained. "In some challenging dungeons, random groups have pretty serious class discrimination."

"Just a little?" the bed complained. "It's practically written all over its face that 'Berserkers and dogs not allowed.'"

The jailer shrugged: "There's a reason why Berserkers are unpopular. A class that needs to self-harm to maximize its output is destined to die easily."

"Back then, following the trend of Khorne Chosen and French Fries, many Chinese players switched to Berserker. With such a large number of players, all sorts of weirdos emerged."

"There are so many slackers who can't deal any damage, just use their skills to kill monsters, and then lie on the ground begging to be carried."

"Although the stars are in a dream and everyone has plenty of time, random teams don't know each other. If you team up with a stranger to clear dungeons, and the other person can't provide any emotional value, the players will definitely have complaints over time."

“Over time, it becomes a stereotype.” The jailer looked at Jiang Heyi: “You too, your crimes are heinous.”

"Is it my business again?"

The jailer reminded him to take another look at the information panel.

"Why are even magic warriors discriminated against?"

"Following your lead, the Magic Warrior after the job change doesn't have many more skills to match, so there's not much difference between it and not changing it at all." Jailer sighed, "The Berserker has negative effects, and the Magic Warrior has zero effects. They are identified as the two major scourges in the Chinese server."

Before the World Championship, most players were not yet level 10. After being amazed by the wonderful performances of the advancing players, they naturally followed suit on a large scale.

The Primal Body flipped through the pages for a while: "Why don't I see any necromancers being discriminated against?"

The jailer burst into laughter.

"We necromancers are not qualified to sit at the table to eat."

The number of Necromancers in the Chinese server is exceptionally small, a stark contrast to that in foreign servers, likely due to the performance of players in world championships.

These players who play unpopular, mediocre classes in both PVP and PVE are not discriminated against, and no one even reads their skill descriptions or understands the effects of their job advancement.

When you say it in everyday conversation, the other person will pause for a few seconds.

Hearing everyone joking about their careers, Jiang Heyi suddenly shuddered.

The Demonic Metasequoia storyline is set up as a separate instance, which is exactly the same as the win-lose situation in the "Anna Rebellion".

The death of Mint and the fall of Metasequoia may seem to ordinary players as nothing more than a chain reaction triggered by a plot line, neither good nor bad.

But by understanding the boundaries between reality and illusion, we can see the true nature of Mint's mother and gain a deeper understanding of her soft and delicate side.

They had witnessed the possibilities of mint, and the future that it extended into.

Without a doubt, these people triggered an ending that couldn't be worse.

Will the potato plant still be growing?

It was a message from Black Cloud.

"We've teamed up with another guild to form a 60-person team and plan to test the waters. Are you still planning to watch?"

Jiang Heyi cautioned: "The difficulty of the dungeon will increase with the number of players, so the tactic of overwhelming numbers may not be effective."

"Once we're inside, we'll all take some magic potions to try and cripple the Metasequoia in one blow," Black Cloud explained. "We've used this trick before; we pierced through the Necropolis near Fragrant Wind City using this method."

Indeed, he was very interested in the future of the Metasequoia and did not refuse the invitation regarding the boundary between the real and virtual worlds.

Compared to the Underground Temple of the Clarity, the teleportation channel of the Metasequoia Demon Dungeon only requires one purple material per person, making it incredibly accessible.

Once everyone had received their energy, the light and shadow in their field of vision changed rapidly.

On the pebble beach beside the mountain stream outside Fragrant Breeze City, Metasequoia, holding Mint, who had turned to bones, slowly removed the witch's hat that Mint had refused to let go of until her death, and burned it to ashes.

That was purchased by the dawn redwood when it was full of hope and planned to go to the capital for further studies.

The arrival of the demons and the successive deaths of her companions trapped her on the outskirts of Anna, from which she could no longer leave.

Until the mint arrived.

She saw herself from back then.

Peppermint is not only her salvation and her belief in fighting evil, but also the continuation of her dream.

If she could, she would like to become a full-fledged witch.

No more.

All gone.

Her companions, children, churches, and all the places in the world that would shelter her from this day forward will close their doors to her.

She was no longer a holy nun, but the most filthy demon in the eyes of the world.

"Mint, don't rush."

"Mom will help you figure something out."

The dawn redwood slowly rose, and the eerie, dark mist once again filled the air.

Its influence was far greater than when they first met, as if a vast domain had been created for her to wield at will.

The air was filled with howling ghosts and howling wolves, and countless demonic sounds filled the ears, making the heads of every player present buzz.

Even before the battle began, the mere presence at the edge of the black mist sent chills down my spine.

The thick fog churned and churned, brewing a monstrous evil thought.

"Come back, come back, my child."

"I will give you everything I have."

The boundary between reality and illusion, viewed from God's perspective, is astounding.

In the space shrouded in black mist, a faint blue light flickered, and tiny points of light converged into a human shape.

Mint!

Mint, her eyes vacant, was like a lost child. She slowly walked toward the dawn redwood, nestled in its arms, and overlapped with the white bones.

"A demon, capable of this."

Zhong Zemo felt a chill run down his spine.

If the evil spirits of the Great Snow Mountain had not been restrained by the youth's good intentions, the negative energy they gained through killing and devouring would probably be even stronger than it is now.

It's hard to imagine what kind of calamity he would unleash if he, already so powerful, were to fall into depravity.

Although Heiyun is a big UP, he is still quite inexperienced in the StarCraft scene.

They had no idea how powerful someone could summon back the broken fragments of the dead's soul.

She may not be able to bring the dead back to life, but the magic power that constitutes the spell is enough to annihilate an ordinary eighth-tier mage.

"Even silly mint is cute." Metasequoia gently stroked the spirit, her face full of affection.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to make up for what you're missing."

"before that……"

The black mist dissipated slightly, allowing both sides to clearly see each other.

Hei Yun and the others stared at Shui Shan from afar.

The hair is creepy.

No game boss has ever made Black Cloud want to turn around and run away just by facing him.

The dawn redwood floated silently in mid-air, its indifferent eyes devoid of any human emotion.

She clasped her hands together.

Still dressed in her nun's habit, she smiled and closed her eyes, seemingly in devout prayer.

But she was already a demon, so how could she expect a divine response?

The jailer was dumbfounded and pointed around Hei Yun and the others.

The boundary between reality and illusion was clearly visible in the air, and countless ghostly hands surged out from the black mist.

In the void, an amorphous shadow detached from the metasequoia tree and became active.

"Please..." the dawn redwood smiled politely, "go to hell."

The metasequoia trees clasped their hands tightly together, and the irregular shadow in mid-air solidified into a giant scythe, carrying a dark light that blotted out the sky, and slashed down.

Black Cloud and his group had already sensed something was wrong and tried to escape by releasing various spells, but found that they could not move an inch no matter what they did.

Those ghostly hands that were originally moving around the edge of the mist had somehow emerged from under their feet and were now firmly gripping their calves, leaving streaks of blood.

"Damn it, what the hell!" Black Cloud couldn't help but curse as the black light above his head arrived.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, black light burst forth.

A moment later, smoke and dust rose.

Sixty people were wiped out.

The metasequoia only moved its little hand the whole time.

(End of this chapter)