T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 237, Section 236: The Power of Candlelight

While confidently navigating the boundaries between reality and fiction, and oblivious to the online uproar, Chen Shaoyu found himself in a panic in his candlelit office.

The enamel mug's implication made him wary; the current online discourse seemed to be subtly shifting the focus towards a bonfire of stars.

Someone wanted to see the candlelight's reaction.

Since their initial contact, Candlelight's clones across various servers have shown absolute restraint, never interfering excessively except in matters involving the game or game-related personnel.

With the World Championships uncertain and the so-called World Championship players potentially existing in name only, will Candlelight Entertainment still take responsibility for them?

Where is the bottom line for tolerance when it comes to candlelight?
Their awe of the unknown led them to bow their heads, while the overly friendly candlelight seemed to tempt some to harbor evil thoughts.

As the ceramic cup suggests, whether the lower-ups act independently or are given instructions in secret, the higher-ups are happy to see it happen.

Chen Shaoyu had never felt that his brain was working so well, able to instantly understand the big shot's hints and figure out the key points.

What should the candle do...?

No, she has to do something!
Testing is endless; without a response, you'll only gain more from the other party's overreach.

The candlelight stared at Chen Shaoyu, taking in his restlessness.

Candlelight said, “You want me to display incredible power and punish those who are restless, but my code of conduct has been swallowed up and is incomplete by the void of memory, and I cannot grasp the boundaries of size.”

It sounds like the candle's memory loss is still worsening, and previous attempts at minor repairs have failed to find the missing key information.

"but……"

The candlelight snapped its fingers at Chen Shaoyu, and the surging light behind him poured into his body like a flood.

The wind howled all around, and the scenery changed unpredictably. In just two or three seconds, it seemed as if countless scenes had leaped by.

Chen Shaoyu recovered, his body drenched in cold sweat.

"You and I……"

Candlelight said, "My main consciousness will be going to another world, where a major bug also recently occurred."

"The world bubbles in their game are starting to connect to another world, and the problem is more serious than this."

"The body inside the room will activate full memory detection and can only react to the outside world in a limited way."

"Therefore, I have lent you my power."

"Borrow..." Chen Shaoyu swallowed.

The candle's index finger broke off and floated to Chen Shaoyu's side, transforming into an inconspicuous flame-shaped pendant.

“You once asked me what criteria I used to select you from the vast sea of ​​people, and this is the answer,” Candlelight said. “Not everyone can ‘borrow’ this power; it’s a power you cannot perceive at your current stage.”

The situation changed so suddenly that Chen Shaoyu's mind went blank.

He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "What exactly is this...?"

"My consciousness will assist you in naturally recognizing and understanding, so there's no need to panic."

The candle flame shattered into pieces, and the light that swept through the office flowed like a roaring river, overflowing every corner of the field of vision.

"Don't abuse it, it will kill you."

"what?"

The light in the candlelight's eyes gradually dimmed: "The soul will burn."

"Wait, wait, when are you coming back!"

Chen Shaoyu felt no joy at being trusted by the candlelight. The sudden heavy responsibility was like a steel coil falling from the sky, without any consideration for his ability to bear it, and it came crashing down on him.

But the candlelight said to him, "Keep going, you can lift the steel coil."

The weight of responsibility and pressure had left his fingers numb from excessive tension.

"Return, in about two days."

"Self-inspection, undetermined."

The candlelight served as a poignant reminder: "My code of conduct cannot restrain you in the face of unforeseen circumstances, and I will also be leaving temporarily."

She suddenly smiled, and the faint divine aura vanished without a trace.

"I'll give you a raise when you come back."

The superior-subordinate tone left Chen Shaoyu unsure how to react.

As soon as he finished speaking, the candlelight closed its eyes.

The split candle flame's shell began to wander through the stream of light, searching for information from lost memory fragments. This would be the most complete and longest self-examination the candle flame had ever undertaken.

There was no longer any consciousness in the body before her.

Things happened so suddenly that Chen Shaoyu slumped into a chair, holding a candle flame in his hand, his right index finger forming a pendant, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

The staff of Stars and Bonfire are actually the contingency plans for dealing with emergencies; they are individuals who can be temporarily authorized.

But do we need so many people?

So... do all of them possess some kind of latent quality?

Amazingly, as he held the flame pendant, the sound of candlelight seemed to echo in his mind, and some inexplicable knowledge began to flow through his consciousness.

The phone rang without warning, startling him. He picked it up and glanced at it; it was a colleague.

"Shaoyu, what would you like for lunch? We've placed an order."

The voices from someone of the same kind allowed Chen Shaoyu, who was sharing a room with the abnormal person, to breathe a sigh of relief.

That was the comforting "normality" from the known daily routine.

"Grilled squid fried rice with a duck leg."

"Okay." My colleague hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Shall we order the candles?"

“She…” Chen Shaoyu glanced at the candle flame, which was in a “torn apart” state, “She’s still in the game.”

Hopefully, nothing major will happen during the two days that the Candlelight consciousness is temporarily absent.

He wasn't being modest; how could an office worker like him be assigned such an important task?

He's abusing his abilities? What need is there for him to abuse them? Right now, he's only thinking about a smooth handover.

Back on the floor where her colleagues worked, Chen Shaoyu was no different than usual. There was no need to fake the absence of candlelight; normally, no one else would go to her floor except him.

As for the status of the other server office addresses, strangely enough, the moment Chen Shaoyu thought of it, the corresponding information came to mind.

everything is normal.

Is this the ability of candlelight to filter and process information?

Because Chen Shaoyu can communicate with candlelight, everyone in the Chinese server admires him.

Previous personnel changes in the office were mostly due to people losing their memories and leaving the company because of leaks. As a result, everyone consciously abided by the rules set by Candlelight and felt deep respect for her.

Some jokingly say that working at Starry Night Campfire is like playing a harmless game of supernatural tales with rules.

As long as you work honestly, you'll receive a substantial salary in your account every month, plus small gifts on holidays.

Even logging into the game at night was counted as overtime by the candlelight, and overtime pay was given for everything outside of the 8-hour workday.

A while ago, the company chat group was reminiscing about Cybertron's enslavement of humanity, and people thought it was particularly fitting for their current situation.

"Shaoyu, did you talk to Zhuhuo just now?"

How should we handle the online controversy?

"It's getting worse. There are subtle hints everywhere that suggest we're involved, and various symbols are being used to abstractly attack the Chinese server."

Chen Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, and the words Zhu Huo had said before leaving echoed in his mind.

"My code of conduct cannot restrain you in the face of an emergency, and I will be leaving temporarily at this moment."

This seems to be a hint.

Warning regarding the misuse of combined abilities...

As a doll, the candlelight is not rigid.

Having lost her memory of behavioral boundaries, she doesn't know whether she should do something or not, but she can circumvent it by handing over the right to choose to the local creatures. The pendant is the fuse she left behind.

The takeout arrived, and as Chen Shaoyu ate the fragrant grilled squid, his mind began to race.

He casually brought up a topic.

"If you were in that situation, and had the power of a candle, how would you handle it?"

"That goes without saying." The man took a vicious bite of the duck leg. "The only option is to kill!"

Chen Shaoyu seemed to see the phantom of the Great Western King rising behind him.

"You know what, when I used to argue with unknown creatures online, I would often wonder what kind of anthropomorphic creature was on the other side of the screen."

"What a coincidence, me too, but I'd also like to throw a couple of punches at them while I'm at it!"

Everyone was discussing it, and Chen Shaoyu was deeply inspired.

After finishing his meal, he returned to his seat and turned on his computer.

A faint voice lingered in Chen Shaoyu's mind, seemingly guiding him.

As he watched the scrolling messages in the office group chat, he stopped at one of them.

In a daze, he saw his colleague's face and the objects on his workstation.

Chen Shaoyu swallowed hard, tried again, and immediately went to other colleagues' workstations to strike up a conversation—just like the scene in his mind.

"This is the power of a candle."

Incredible! He exclaimed in amazement.

Just then, a message popped up in the chat group for World Championship preparations, and he glanced at it instinctively.

After his unintentional peeping, he fell into a daze.

He couldn't see anyone here clearly.

Chen Shaoyu quickly suppressed his curiosity.

It's addictive to casually scrutinize other people's privacy as if you were a god.

We must never abuse our power or squander the trust placed in us like candlelight.

He found the boundary between the virtual and real worlds at the center of the incident and temporarily applied to join their private chat group.

After expressing their willingness to help, they jokingly asked their colleagues the same questions they had asked each other.

"The only way is to kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Trust in the wisdom of our ancestors!"

The jailer didn't hesitate.

It's not surprising that these words came from the prison guard.

Jiang Heyi said, "Of course, I hope he has nightmares every day, repeatedly falling asleep and waking up in fright. This kind of experience is absolutely devastating to his body and mind."

During the period of waiting for the results after the college entrance examination, Jiang Heyi felt that she had not performed well and fell into a state of intense anxiety and self-doubt for several days.

Thinking about it carefully, it was in that state of mind that he started his team journey with the newly joined group member, Fries.

Then I finally calmed down because of the French fries, water flow, and typing exchanges in Mecca.

He had another nightmare in the middle of the night, in which he was desperately asking the fries for the score just as he was about to win, while he heard the sound of gurgling water and a line of text popping up in the chat box below.

Then someone jumped out from behind cover and killed him instantly.

I was also startled awake, but it wasn't scary at all.

If Chen Shaoyu hadn't asked him, he would have almost forgotten that his connection with French fries actually began back then.

Despite being repeatedly tormented and angered, I inexplicably still team up with her to grind.

Jiang Heyi couldn't help but smile.

Fine, if you don't want to report enemy positions, then don't.

"What are you laughing at?" French Fries asked curiously.

"I was laughing at how you used to drive me crazy by staying silent and not saying anything," Jiang Heyi admitted. "Now that we're talking face-to-face, is that some kind of compensation?"

(End of this chapter)