T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 229, Section 228: We must treat the life box like a football!

"Your friend, the enamel mug, is now online."

Chen Shaoyu sent an invitation, and the other party accepted it immediately.

Enameled mug, default race is human.

The figure and face seem to have been pre-designed, without much effort or effort put into them, making them very mainstream.

Its level is only a pitiful 2.

Nearly half a year has passed in the game since the release of the Stars of Proof.

With most of the first batch of players now at level 10 for job advancement, very few are still below level 5.

After a moment of dizziness, the enamel cup rang in its ears with the shouts of someone fighting fiercely, the muffled booms of explosions, and the clanging of metal striking a hard object.

He opened his eyes.

Below is a burning wooden building structure, bookshelves everywhere, and books burning fiercely.

The mysterious runic structure constructed by magic is still in operation, and the levitation magic circle causes the bookshelves to rise in a regular pattern around the huge load-bearing pillars in the center of the Clear Ones' Grand Archives.

The ignited flame was thus spread to various sacred sites, symbolizing a continent's treasure trove of knowledge.

The enamel mug was unaware of the background story here, but the visual impact that suddenly flooded his mind sent shivers down his spine.

You can smell the thick smoke and the pungent odor of the smoke.

You can feel the intense heat burning your skin.

You can hear the crackling and popping sounds of burning wood right next to your ears.

His body began to tense up; a crisis was looming, and the body's instinctive reaction made him excited.

Upon catching a glimpse of the candlelight and Chen Shaoyu floating in the sky ahead, the enamel mug calmed down and floated forward without any instruction—knowledge seemed to have been unlocked for him the moment he entered the game.

Their location is the best vantage point for watching the game.

At this moment, the core area of ​​the Great Archives of the Clarity has been burned into a white wasteland by the fire. The fire is being extinguished with elemental power, and the smoke and dust are being isolated.

At the boundary between the real and the virtual, seven people are struggling to shatter the spirits crawling out of the magic array beneath their feet and the charred corpses running out of the sea of ​​fire.

From God's perspective, the enemy at the boundary between reality and illusion is named the Ashbringer—Gorcalon.

Rank: 8
Practical assessment: 7.5
Gorcalon was killed on the spot by French Fries, who used up his last bit of strength in a combined attack with Jiang Heyi.

He died just one minute after Nafiel.

However, the copying did not end there.

Because Gor'kron is clearly classified as a Lich in the game.

The boundary between the real and the virtual is currently clashing with the spirits and zombies roaming throughout the entire Great Library.

Killing Gorcalon instead released his full form, allowing him to escape to a safe area and rule his army of evil spirits.

Chen Shaoyu is communicating with the candlelight.

"So, the main design concept of the dual bosses on the 10th floor is the berserk mechanism. No matter which one is killed first, it will trigger the berserk state of the other?"

“It’s not design,” Candlelight said. “It’s transportation.”

The boundary between reality and illusion below has dealt with the army of evil spirits and is beginning make temporary preparations to search for clues about Gorcalon's true form in the Life Box...

The division of labor was quite reasonable. During the preparation, instead of everyone taking a break at once, they took turns in groups of three, while a large, dark rat roamed outside.

Seeing that the conversation between the two had come to a temporary end, the battle also paused, and the enamel cup was inserted into the conversation.

"If possible, I would prefer to meet in person."

Candlelight turned around: "Since the start of the game, you've only logged in a handful of times, and your total game time is no more than 12 hours. Are you really resistant?"

"Your game blurs the boundaries between virtual and reality. If possible, I would prefer to retain the longing for and sense of wonder in reality."

"You are afraid."

"Shouldn't I be afraid? If there were a top scholar or scientist in the room when you performed those miracles, their worldview would probably collapse." The enamel mug continued, "Your existence is enough for us to reconstruct a set of understandings based on you."

He paused, then said, "The efforts put in by all parties to ensure the smooth implementation of the game and to quell the public's growing opinion and conspiracy theories are unprecedented, but this still cannot stop the curiosity of scientists. We are under tremendous pressure."

"Explain your purpose," Candlelight said, not wanting to continue the conversation.

"The World Championship might not be able to be held. What exactly happened?"

"literal meaning."

"Have you informed all the countries?"

"Exactly, everything remains the same until an emergency occurs."

The enamel mug stared directly at the candlelight, letting out a helpless sigh.

"I won't ask you what the unexpected situation was, I'll only ask you, what should the reward be?"

"If necessary, I will issue it in advance."

An ambiguous answer is better than no answer at all.

The prepared virtual-real boundary began to move, but this time, they did not focus on fighting, but instead began to put out fires.

They discovered that the Clear Ones' collection of books was not so easily destroyed by fire; because the magic array was still in operation, many valuable books were still protected in the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing this, Zhu Huo's lips curled into a smile.

It wasn't the unknown revelation from the orange tea, but rather the meticulous observation of the fries that allowed them to grasp the detailed settings of the 10th floor.

She glanced at the seedling next to the orange tea information board, which had now grown into a small tree.

Jiang Heyi and the French fries, on the other hand, were beginning to take on the outline of saplings.

Even though she had lost key memories of the mission, she was still genuinely excited.

That was a stirring etched deep within the soul.

The boundary between reality and illusion is much closer than imagined.

The battle resumed, with Orange Tea and the Four Primals putting out fires from the rear, while the remaining five continued to fight the evil spirit army controlled by Gorcalon.

This time, it's no longer just about walking corpses and spirits.

A colossal creature, stitched together from flesh and blood and standing a full 3 meters tall, entered the battlefield with heavy, swaying steps.

Severed limbs, decaying, and charred remains were pieced together haphazardly to form a human silhouette.

Many of the creatures used as materials were not completely dead, and as they moved, the friction of their flesh caused them to let out pitiful howls from time to time.

Even the enamel mug, which prides itself on its unwavering will, couldn't help but feel nauseous and uncomfortable upon witnessing this extremely inhumane scene.

He imitated Chen Shaoyu, looking at the virtual spirits below, and discovered that most of the spirits had detailed personal introductions and birth and death dates.

Recalling the conversation between Zhu Huo and Chen Shaoyu just now, he suddenly realized and couldn't help but swallow.

The candlelight glanced at him.

"Come back often in the future, and walk with them through the ruins left by civilization."

The enamel mug remained silent, offering no reply, but the gaze was fixed on the boundary between reality and illusion.

"How could they not have any physical or psychological reaction when they were actually there in front of such a hideous monster?"

The candlelight casually explained: "Players entering the game will receive threshold protection to suppress the impact of strong feedback. As the game progresses, the protection effect will also be dynamically balanced."

"What level are they at?"

"Without equipment, they're practically at Tier 7 on this continent," Candlelight said. "With their current equipment, their combat ability has already reached the Tier 7 ceiling, and in team combat, they're more than capable of handling Tier 8 opponents."

Candlelight added: "A team like this is extremely rare in my experience... If they really fit together, that would be wonderful."

During the conversation, Jiang Heyi's loud shouts echoed throughout the surroundings.

The [Immaculate Light] blessing of the Elemental Heart Dagger has become the strongest weapon in the team at this time.

【Raging Lion】is good in every way, but it is not as good as the specialized Elemental Heart when it comes to necromancy!

The azure sea tide solidified into a physical form by the accumulation of spirits from the slaughter of zombies.

The moment the dagger pierced the stitched-together behemoth's body, a torrent of water element poured forth, washing its massive form into a bloody mess. Tomato sauce was spilled all over the ground.

The fishy, ​​foul odor was so strong that it made the enamel cup feel physically nauseous.

The candlelight waved at him, and he suddenly felt refreshed. The pungent smell was still obvious, but the enamel cup didn't seem so unbearable anymore.

"what have you done?"

"Your threshold has been adjusted, but it's just in the game, don't worry."

The enamel mug didn't know much about games, and after hearing what Candlelight had just said, he no longer needed to examine everything in front of him through the lens of games.

No harm digital feedback.

The value was never displayed.

Adding points is just a formality, to make you realize that this is a game.

Skills learned naturally become second nature and are thoroughly mastered.

When the shield breaks, it deals 100% true damage; if you are killed, you will die.

In the game, rank does not represent actual combat strength.

The choices made by individual players will affect the course of the entire world.

Everything led to that answer.

"sharp."

He clapped softly, his attention still focused on what was below.

A pleasing combination.

French fries and potatoes act as wingmen to each other. When one makes a move, the other will inevitably appear in the opposite direction, either to bait the move or to feint an attack, creating maximum space for their partner to deal damage.

Wingman pairings can be switched seamlessly.

When the stitched behemoth was killed, Potato wasn't nearby, and French Fries' wingman automatically switched to Bed.

This large black rat, which always roams the perimeter and reports information, will always return to the main battlefield at the right time, either to cover Orange Tea who is putting out fires, or to attract aggro for the main damage dealers.

Zhong Zemo's shield always appears at the right moment in the enemy's attack path.

He doesn't need to provide any output; he only needs to delay for a moment, and Fries can seamlessly locate the enemy and switch targets by listening to the sound of the shield clashing with the weapon.

The four Primals, along with Orange Tea, were putting out the fire, but through the fleeting moments of glancing back, they could roughly determine the location, remotely supply elemental shields, and incidentally deliver a long-range spell to isolate the battlefield.

The prison guard, who is the most criticized, is like a war god.

Gorcalon's undead creations became his playground for chain-explosions of corpses.

If the fries inflict enough damage to prevent the undead creature from sealing its inner magic...

"boom!"

For no apparent reason, the enamel mug reminded me of the scene of a mine-clearing vehicle traversing a minefield. Under the "guidance" of the prison guard, one after another, ugly and hideous monsters swelled up, bulged, and burst open, finally turning into a pool of corpse water.

The increased threshold of the candlelight and the suppression of his senses worked, and he was able to calmly, even somewhat pleasantly and de-stressfully, appreciate the scene.

"How exactly can we overcome this obstacle?"

He had little experience with video games, only watching his children play them, so he humbly asked questions.

“We’ve found Gorcalon’s Life Box,” Candlelight explained. “Historically, he risked bringing the Life Box into the temple in order to refine the Clear One’s sacred artifact and transform it into his own power.”

"The Life Box is now on the 10th floor. Only by destroying the Life Box can the game be completed."

The enamel mug understood: "The key is finding it, like... that Voldemort guy?"

"There is a difference, but you can understand it this way."

"That doesn't sound difficult."

Chen Shaoyu suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the enamel mug.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Damn, what a disgusting monster! I hate liches!"

The shouting came from the outspoken prison guard.

While it's fun to play the "Bombing Game," the sheer disgust of fighting undead and zombies while conducting a thorough search in a fire is something only those who have experienced it can truly understand.

The relentless battles left the boundary between reality and illusion with almost no breathing room. The fatigue from the continuous fighting was accumulating, while Gorkaron had vanished without a trace.

"Yes, yes, you just keep summoning your zombies and undead!"

Jiang Heyi hates the system of collective punishment the most when playing games.

One person makes a mistake, and the whole group is doomed.

The answer is to find a friend of similar skill level to work with.

But if you ask again, where can I find friends to play the same game with, have plenty of time, log on on time, and practice together...?

Don't ask, the answer is simple: if you can't find teammates, it's your problem.

So most of the time, players vote with their feet—they don't play.

The second most annoying thing is the mechanism where enemies forcibly remain alive.

Yes, I'm talking about you, you beast Gorkaron!
Damage overflows, health bar empties, but he just won't die.

Who knows, they might even have to stand in the middle of the arena and go through all the performance mechanics, and then give you a 0-health berserk mechanic at the end, which could wipe out the entire raid if you don't handle it well.

The good thing about Proof of the Stars is that it has strong linkage and few mechanics that force players to watch the BOSS's performance, leaving them with nothing to do.

Most dungeons in the Underground Temple of the Clarity can be solved by using tricks, such as powerful items obtained from other quests to help clear them.

If the normal methods don't work, then the crooked path is also the right path.

Can you say that self-destructing a slime isn't an excellent solution?

Even without these clever touches, the plot includes external reinforcements and lowers the barrier to entry, such as the mortal enemies King Slime and the Black Cat.

Not long ago, they discovered another advantage.

With a full set of equipment, a powerful amplification technique can be used to strike some bosses, either instantly killing them or leaving them severely wounded.

Although you can't visually appreciate the beauty of large damage numbers, it definitely feels satisfying!
You have the ability to outmaneuver me, and I have the ability to outmaneuver you.

However, before he could enjoy his newfound pleasure for long, that beast Gorcalon appeared.

The Fate Box, a pure animalistic mechanism.

It turned into a tiny thing and lay down in the corner. Ugh, I had to drag it along, it was so disgusting.

Of course, it's also possible that they didn't find the right way to play and experienced the "classic" content that normal players would naturally enjoy in the game.

After all, if Nafiel, who can use mental magic, isn't killed instantly, he'll probably resort to some disgusting tricks.

So this is what it feels like to be tormented by monster mechanics. They've only been in the game for less than half a day, and they're already getting frustrated...

Those locked out by the Black Cat system probably feel even worse.

The enamel mug asked, "This guy named Gorcalon, the prototype, is he really that shameless?"

“The adventurers who try to defeat him are dragged down to their deaths,” Candlelight said. “The lich’s defining characteristic is that he’s stubborn and doesn’t die, but those with average strength can’t appreciate it.”

"If he's so good at shirking responsibility, why didn't he save his mother when she died? Does he not have a mother?"

The jailer's rant unexpectedly steered the conversation into their topic.

"If you catch the Life Box, don't destroy it. Let's have a World Cup first. If you like to stay alive, then don't die!"

This time, it was Jiang Heyi who spoke.

Although crude, the enamel mug still couldn't quite suppress the upward curve of the corners of my mouth.

Young and energetic.

(End of this chapter)