T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 235, Section 234: The Purpose of the First Dividend

A series of question marks flooded the screen.

Jiang Heyi continued, "The 10th floor has a dual-boss design, which is very disgusting, especially the lich called Gorkaron, which is stubborn and won't die."

"When you're trying to defeat her, try to put pressure on Naphiel. Don't kill her instantly. She's a master of mental magic, and keeping her alive might have a surprising effect."

"Wait a minute, explain the 'instant kill' first."

"Can it even instantly kill the BOSS?"

Everyone stopped playing and just stared at the chat group.

When they saw the detailed process of the monkey show involving the overlapping states of the virtual and real boundaries, they immediately realized that it was a routine that could not be learned.

French Fries and Jiang Heyi have incredibly luxurious equipment. One of them has the only set of rainbow equipment currently available on the server, and the other is wielding the [Raging Lion], which is only slightly inferior to rainbow-grade equipment.

Whether it's two people working together or relaying the baton, they can always crack the boss's skull open at the start.

The game played at the boundary between reality and virtuality is indeed different from that of most players.

As the game drew to a close, the enamel mug, who had been watching the whole thing, got a real treat for the eyes.

As he was about to leave, he looked at the candlelight.

"Whether or not the World Championship is held is not important; it's just a matter of handling the aftermath and calming public opinion. But why you suddenly stopped holding the World Championship is very important."

The candlelight turned around and met the enamel cup's gaze.

“A discerning person can sense something amiss from the change in your attitude,” the enamel mug continued. “They will become restless and test you.”

"You just informed me, and the farce involving those kids has already begun."

"Coincidence, or intentional?"

"If so, who is it targeting? Is it just us?"

The enamel mug's voice was unusually calm: "In our world, open and covert struggles have never ceased. Even now, in some places, the flames of war are still spreading."

"After you appeared, some consensus was reached among the top leaders of all parties. I dare not say how much practical significance these consensuses can have, but at least you have made us turn our attention to the starry sky once again."

"The balance is very fragile, and there are already signs of it being broken. Is it because those below are unaware of the truth and are acting alone for the sake of results, or is someone trying to figure out what's going on above and secretly giving instructions?"

He stopped short of touching the enamel mug, believing the candlelight would understand the deeper meaning.

After he left, Chen Shaoyu suddenly shivered.

He understood it too.

The candlelight promises that once the world championship ends, the winning team will receive a "reward," and the participants will also receive corresponding gifts.

This directly led to a brief alliance.

Now, with Zhu Huo unable to confirm whether his physical condition was good during the World Championship and giving ambiguous statements, those with ulterior motives will inevitably start to speculate.

He was certain that once he learned that Zhu Huo's body was in trouble, it would be a time of chaos and demonic possession.

Thinking of this, Chen Shaoyu broke out in a cold sweat.

The candlelight seemed calm, and she remained silent; no one knew what she was thinking at that moment.

……

……

He walked into the study with a freshly brewed tea in an enamel mug.

He put on his reading glasses, sat down, and took a small sip.

His daily routine includes sipping fragrant tea upon waking, gently soothing his internal organs and waking his body.

October in the north is different from that in the south; it's already a bit chilly, and through the window, fallen leaves rustle on the street.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, swirling up countless withered and yellow leaves.

He found his dream experience from the previous night quite amusing.

At his age, there are few things that can pique his interest anymore, but the dreamlike world in the game made him feel a long-lost sense of youth.

Especially when watching the boundary between reality and illusion leap and bound, cursing and swearing as it tries to break through the barrier, it seems as if a scorching heat is flowing through its withered body.

Having witnessed the power of candlelight, he had always resisted entering the game, but now he felt a little anticipation.

When did my willpower become so weak?
He picked up his phone, swiped through the contact list, and stopped at a contact whose name was "Xiao Tang".

As someone who directly follows up on the affairs of the stars, Xiao Tang is one of the younger people who know the truth, and this is what led to his selection.

Older people often find it difficult to understand new things, so having middle-aged people like Xiao Tang follow along helps them get a clear picture of what's going on.

He really wanted to ask Xiao Tang what the insults and slanders that the boundary between the virtual and real worlds was currently facing had led to, and whether he had been paying close attention to them.
Or perhaps they only focused on the game itself, their attention was on the candlelight, and they didn't pay attention to anything else related to it?
His wife passed away early, and his children are not by his side. Suddenly, his enamel mug has a desire to express itself, but he doesn't know who to confide in.

It seems inappropriate to tell my grandson.

He sat at his desk in silence for a long time, lost in thought.

Thinking that making this phone call would inevitably lead to chaos and escalation, I decided to hold back.

"Let the young people do their own thing."

He turned on his computer, opened a webpage, stared blankly for a while, and then typed in the search bar.

"Why do young people like nuns? Is it a matter of faith?"

He was somewhat worried, but dared not ask his grandson—he felt something was off.

The search results are positive, with many answers pointing to "nun's habit".

It has nothing to do with faith, at least.

Continuing to search for nun's clothes, the search results became increasingly strange.

The enamel mug seemed to hold a hint of confusion, but gradually found its way out.

"The world of young people is amazing."

…… ……

The sudden cold air eased the sweltering heat in the south somewhat. Jiang Heyi opened the window early in the morning, and the chill hit her face.

"So refreshing."

French Fries is staying in bed. Her biological clock is quite peculiar; whenever it's the weekend, she automatically adjusts to getting up at 7 a.m.

However, after a few days of living together, she has developed the ability to revive herself by smelling the aroma of food.

Sure enough, just as Jiang Heyi finished making the beef brisket noodles, French Fries appeared, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

He loved those fries so much, half-awake, his eyes glazed over, looking slightly dazed.

I want to pull her into my arms!
How about we try it out next time?
Jiang Heyi was surprised to find herself becoming increasingly daring.

It must have been Kesha who gave me the courage!
Slurping the noodles, French Fries reminisced.

"It seems like you've been eating beef the whole time since you arrived."

"Beef is cheap this year, making it much more cost-effective than pork."

Jiang Heyi bargained while buying vegetables, and some stalls offered beef brisket for 19 yuan per jin (1g), which was already a great deal. He heard that it could be even cheaper online.

Before Jiang Heyi moved in, fries were always ordered from delivery and dine-in, and she rarely cooked herself.

If I go into the kitchen, it's because I'm craving fries.

Oh right, I haven't even fried a single serving of fries for her yet.

"I'd like to have French fries for lunch today, what do you think?"

The slurping sound of the fries stopped abruptly. She looked up, still holding the uneaten noodle in her mouth, and blinked repeatedly.

"Oh, oh, French fries."

She suddenly realized what was happening, and her face turned bright red.

That's strange. Is the noodle very hot? It's turned this red.

Jiang Heyi remembered that she had rinsed the noodles in the cold water and cooled the broth of the braised beef brisket a little beforehand, so that the fries could be enjoyed to their heart's content.

"I'll make the French fries," the fries suddenly exclaimed excitedly. "It's time for you to try my cooking."

How come there are 99+ messages in the group chat so early in the morning? These people chat like crazy after waking up, without eating or drinking. Are they reincarnated water monsters?
Jailer Bro: "Hehehe, Squid, you're so witty. 'Divorce: My Ex-Wife Relentlessly Pursues Me,' you're just generating all sorts of exciting novel titles here, aren't you?"

The woman in bed asked curiously, "Don't they have any new fun things to come from the Quadruple Prism Company? I can't wait!"

"They haven't assigned me much overtime lately, they've pushed it all to others, so I'm left with nothing to do."

Old Ox suddenly went berserk for no apparent reason. For a time, no one in the company dared to mess with him, and they were just waiting for the company's senior management to find a way to kick him out.

There are no signs yet that they're trying to find fault with him and force him to leave, but the four original bodies are actually looking forward to that day.

As the scapegoat, he wouldn't feel comfortable leaving without venting his anger!

The current Tetra is really relaxed and carefree. He can actually spend the weekend at home with his mom and enjoy playing games.

The initial prize money from the Stars Campfire World Championship has been received, totaling 60.

Over time, the dividend payout ratio will gradually increase.

Everyone has different ways of using their first earnings.

The jailer took the money to Zhang Jingqing to prepare for the new dungeon, "The Court."

At yesterday morning's family gathering, he bypassed his father and paid the bill himself, showing off his power in front of the relatives.

Watching his relatives praise his father for his success and abilities, the jailer felt happy.

After all these years, I can finally pretend to be someone else.

The main characters here are usually older men.

The four prototypes took the money and had their mother undergo another medical check-up, while also buying her new clothes and furniture.

In his words, this is the first time in all these years that he feels he has been a good son.

After the 60 yuan from my bed arrived, I immediately bought a bunch of figurines and merchandise that I couldn't touch due to economic controls, spending 3 yuan in an instant to make up for it!

Then I spent 648 RMB on three more mobile games and forcibly married my new wife who got lost and entered the gacha pool.

But after licking her phone screen for a while... she suddenly felt a little empty.

Before, my family controlled my wallet, so I didn't have much money. I even had to save up to buy gacha pulls. Now, I can marry whatever I want. Why do I feel like my relationship with my wife is so distant?
Is it because the accumulation process was lacking?
Forget it, let's just build a harem then, and if we force a few more wives, our feelings won't fade!
She didn't buy any orange tea; she decided to keep saving so that her family could have a place to live in Chengning.

Zhong Zemo had the most fun after the money arrived in his account.

He first retrieved the physical bank card that his ex-wife had thrown away and got back into the hobby.

Then I built a new computer with all the specs maxed out.

He removed all traces of his ex-wife from the house, added some decorations to the bedroom, and transformed it into his own gaming room.

The moment the new computer arrived and the RGB lighting illuminated the dark room, Zhong Zemo felt a surge of comfort from every pore of his body.

What a wonderful feeling!
He rarely posts on WeChat Moments, but he made a special effort to post two or three times that day, attracting a lot of attention.

Then, unsurprisingly, his ex-wife reappeared and began to pester him relentlessly.

Jiang Heyi even wondered if he was starting to enjoy the process.

"And what about you two?" the woman in bed asked curiously. "You two live together, what did you do after the money arrived?"

Jiang Heyi and the fries exchanged a glance.

"Yeah, we should buy something for the fries."

"Yes, we should buy something for Potato."

The two of them thought the same thing at the same time.

(End of this chapter)