T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 246, Section 245: Sun Shower

Come back home?

"Should we continue taking the potion when we get home?"

French Fries muttered to himself, his hand already tapping the inventory and taking out a potion bottle.

Zhong Zemo looked somewhat bewildered: "Back so early?"

The jailer scoffed, "We've already killed all the monsters and looted all the equipment, why aren't we leaving?"

“That’s true.” Orange Tea nodded.

Jiang Heyi was still hesitant. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Looking up at Alna, whose black hair flowed freely and whose lips were curved in a smile, she was teasing the Tea Goddess, poking her soft little face with her finger.

A very familiar routine, in bed... This is what Alna usually does. She has absolutely no resistance to orange tea that makes her skin tone slightly tanned.

At the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, everyone else was waiting for Jiang Heyi to speak. As the team leader, he had the authority to decide which way to go.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Jiang Heyi felt a moment of disorientation.

The others were still chattering.

The Primordial One asked, "Hey jailer, how's the progress on the lewd pictures you requested?"

"Oh, Gorcalon's erotic drawings are already being done, and so are the ones for bed."

"You also made plans for bedtime, when?"

"The ninth floor boss is so lewd, they'll definitely go find their favorite artist after defeating him," the jailer said smugly. "What, didn't I tell you guys?"

"Uh……"

The jailer was stunned for a moment after he finished speaking.

He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"Gorcalon has transformed into a fallen nun."

"What was the composition of the quilt again...?"

Zhong Zemo pouted: "Are you that forgetful? You made the appointment for those erotic pictures and you've already forgotten about them?"

The prison guard was taken aback. He scratched his head and said, "Something's not right. It's not quite right. Every time I talk about my bed, I feel uneasy and uncomfortable."

Alna laughed and said, "You're scared of being beaten, aren't you?"

The four primordial beings suddenly realized: "So it was the fierce battle in bed on the 9th floor that left me with psychological trauma."

“Alna is still so insightful, always…” Fries suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, “always leaving the jailer speechless.”

Jiang Heyi stroked his chin.

Is there really anyone who can silence the prison guard so completely?
Unless he himself wants to shut up and be quiet for a while, the only thing that prevents him from talking non-stop 24 hours a day is his physical condition.

When did the jailer forget the lewd pictures he arranged? Since Gorkaron has been turned into a nun, he must be using it in the most evil way. Why doesn't he mention the poses and composition?

This is usually his proudest part, and the gourmand in the erotic world always comments on why the composition is erotic.

It's just that the jailer can't draw, otherwise Jiang Heyi would have suspected that he was a male succubus reincarnated, relying on a few pictures to help his clan continue to grow and prosper.

He found it strange, but everything seemed normal, so he said nothing.

Why……

Why do I feel like I've forgotten someone very important?

Every time I'm about to reach it, it feels like a huge hole has been torn open in my heart.
If I can't go home, whether it's just my overthinking or something strange, I need to at least take it easy for now.

Jiang Heyi suggested, "There's a huge rock over there. Let's rest for a while and think about what to do next."

Alna looked up at the distant, burned-down buildings of the Clarity and the lush woodland.

This time she didn't object; she simply smiled and approved of Jiang Heyi's decision.

He then pleaded, "Brother Squid, cook!"

Tetrastra sighed, "Alna still loves squid-based dishes so much."

"Since you already have fries and potatoes, and you get along so well, why don't you two be together?"

After the jailer finished speaking casually, Squid complained in annoyance.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm the teacher, and she's the student."

"Here we go again. You're only 25 this year, and she'll be 19 after her birthday. There's not much of an age difference." The jailer put his hand behind his head. "Besides, if you're really worried, just start dating. You'll be fine after you graduate from university."

After tending to one side of the fire, the jailer tended to the other side.

"Arna, aren't you going to say something?"

Zhong Zemo had no choice but to keep his work to himself, since he was at the mercy of the prison guard.

In fact, Alna did often chat with her in private, quite frequently.

He wasn't sure if Alna was like that with everyone in the guild, talking about everything indiscriminately.

He felt a little flustered when the jailer pointed it out so bluntly.

"Arna?"

He covered his forehead, feeling somewhat dizzy.

Looking up at Alna in her nun's habit, all that came to mind was a blurry black shadow.

And then... a big rat?

What a strange association.

……

……

The sun shines brightly, and the grass is lush and green.

Beside a giant rock that rises abruptly from a patch of grass, he was happily enjoying the meal cooked by Alna in bed.

"Alna, your cooking is as good as ever."

I took a big bite of grilled fish in bed, did some oral exercises, spat out the fish bones with a splattering sound, and only the delicious fish meat remained in my mouth.

Not yet satisfied, she tore off another leg of lamb and enjoyed it immensely.

I really don't understand why Du Jingwen wanted to divorce Alna.

Good cooking skills, good temper, no bad habits, stable job—with such good qualities, wouldn't she be a hot commodity in today's marriage market?
Even her father found it unbelievable after hearing what happened.

The older generation simply cannot understand the bizarre mentality of people nowadays who insist on doing things they don't have, choosing to waste their lives instead of living a good life.

Is Du Jingwen having had too many good days and deciding to increase the intensity of her life?
Du Jingwen...

This name sounds quite feminine, it's really mysterious.

"What a pity. We get along so well. If he were a guy, I might have given it a shot." The blanket thought to itself, "Compared to those comedians at school, anime experts are more genuine and can go crazy with me."

I glanced at the potatoes and fries that were stuck together not far away, having swapped their food from their bowls.

Sigh, Fries was complaining about his parents being all lovey-dovey, but the two of them, indirectly educated by Kris and Shakespeare, are now already exuding a sweet and affectionate aura.

Role-playing, whether aloof or passionate, all became little games to warm up the relationship between the two.

The insect, nestled on the blanket's shoulder, was drooling.

She was tearing apart a lamb leg in bed, the sound of chewing almost touching her. Even magical beings have a sense of taste, and at that moment, only longing filled her small eyes.

"Want some?" The woman in the blanket noticed her eager gaze and couldn't help but laugh. "Just say you want some, here you go."

A huge leg of lamb was stuffed to his mouth, and before starting to eat, Chongwu explained, "I'm a little... sorry."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? You're already a partner at the boundary between the virtual and the real world."

The insect pounced on the greasy lamb leg and gnawed a hole the size of half a fingernail, its belly bulging round.

"Delicious..." she mumbled, "So delicious... Brother Zhong Zemo's cooking is so fragrant."

"Silly, it's Sister Alna! Zhong Zemo is the name of the 9th floor BOSS..."

A sharp pain shot through my mind as I lay in bed.

She stood up instinctively and looked into the distance.

For a fleeting moment, the distant sky, the woodland, and the ruins of the clear buildings all took on an eerie crimson hue.

She vaguely saw that the earth was covered with swollen, bubble-like growths, like internal organs, forming a bloody, fleshy web of bacteria.

Even the lush woodlands, with their verdant foliage, were composed of scattered spectacles of flesh and blood. The whole world seemed to be gasping for breath, each inhale and exhale releasing a nauseating, sticky stench.

"Bed, what's wrong?" Alna asked with concern.

Looking at the beautiful nun in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to say the words he wanted to say.

This is a face I see every day, a face I know all too well.

Together, they went through the launch of the server, the battle against the Dream Overlord, the qualifying rounds, and the promotion rounds.

Offline, they gathered in Guangzhou, riding together in the prison guard's 7-seater car, spending the entire holiday traveling around.

Back home, she still kept in close contact with him...

Why should we maintain close contact with her?

good friend?
It seems that she and everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion can talk about anything.

But... could it be something more special?
The voices of Siyuanti and Jiang Heyi jokingly teasing the prison guard could be heard.

"Are you even capable? You can't even remember the composition of the female version of Gorkaron, and you can't even remember Zhong Zemo's erotic communication."

"Sigh, can't people be a little forgetful for once?" the jailer said with a self-deprecating laugh. "They say that manual labor can lead to memory loss and difficulty concentrating. Looks like I'm beyond saving."

He tilted his head to one side in bed.

Zhong Zemo... Erotic pictures?
An extremely strange feeling filled her heart; she wanted to speak but couldn't, unable to form a coherent dialogue in her mind.

It was as if some force had erased her association with Zhong Zemo out of thin air, forcibly cutting off the transmission of information.

After a short while, she came to her senses.

The jailer is still as wicked as ever, he even targets the male boss!

As the team leader, Jiang Heyi neither advanced nor retreated.

After tackling the dungeon for so long, my nerves are on edge, so a day of rest would be nice.

I don't feel like expressing myself today.

It's strange. Usually, she can chat endlessly with the prison guard, but today she just wants to be alone.

She washed her hands, patted off the insect mist, and transformed herself back into the [Clarity Monster Compendium].

Now that they've officially become partners, the text in the encyclopedia is finally unlocked for them.

Turning to the title page, the words I saw back then are still there.

"Sun Shower Adventure Team"

"Captain: Wolfen, the Rain of Annihilation"

"Team Member: Death Hunter Henilakai"

"Prata of Immaculate Light"

"The Evil Spear Golovin"

"Spirit-Burning Sorcerer Rona"

"Golia, the Guide of the Holy Scriptures"

"Ra Vanirsis, the Gluttonous Water"

In contrast, the author's signature appears at the bottom of the title page.

Black and White Boundary - Derell
He frowned in bed.

Last time, there were only four names on the title page.

This time, not only were there two more team members, but also the writer, Derell.

Did becoming a companion unlock more privileges?
Driven by curiosity, she continued flipping through the pages.

After the title page, instead of a monster encyclopedia, there's... a diary?
"The Adventure Book of the Clarity Temple in the Sunrain Adventure Team"

"Devilland Continent, Golden King Calendar 2313, Elf Month, Spirit Day."

"Autumn arrives, and the weather gets cooler."

"In the southeastern border of Devland, commissioned by the city-state lord Johnny, to hunt down the evil spirit Lady Lantern."

According to locals, the woman with the lantern was encountered in a foggy area west of the corrupt mine.

"The lantern possesses strange spiritual power. The guide of the Holy Scripture, Golia, judged that there was something special inside the lantern and suggested that the spirit be released."

"The Gluttonous Water Vanassis followed the spirit closely with its gluttonous aura, traversing the thick fog, and arrived at a place unmarked on the map, a place of exploration."

“Amazing. It’s already 2313 years into the Golden King’s calendar. Although the borderlands are desolate, there are no shortage of adventurous explorers. If we travel at the usual distance, we will surely find the forest right next door.”

"Existing map markers are invalid, comparison is invalid, and comparison coordinates have been lost."

"Deathhunter Henilakai believes that we have crossed a special barrier and arrived at a more remote and hidden place."

My heart was racing in bed.

The account in the article is exactly the same as Jiang Heyi's first encounter with the evil spirit carrying a lantern, as described by the popular livestreamer "Watermelon Shumai".

An unexplained incident led them into the area inhabited by the Clarities, where they wandered and encountered a lantern spirit controlled by Alna's spirit.

Then, guided and drawn in, they entered the temple and began their journey of exploration, layer by layer.

But what exactly is going on with this article?
This suggests that in another world bubble, there was another group of adventurers who once challenged the Temple of the Clarity.
If they appear as quest items, what are players who browse their stories?

She rubbed her eyes under the covers, wondering if it was just her imagination, but the handwriting in the diary had just become blurry.

Upon closer inspection, the tiny, lifeless characters began to tremble violently, as if trying to escape from the book.

"Is the insect fog your problem?"

"I, I don't know."

She suddenly lifted her head from under the covers. Not far away, Alna's bright and beautiful sapphire eyes were dull and lifeless, with no whites in them, which was eerie and frightening.

She stared intently at the bed, without saying a word.

The pages turned, and the diary returned to the title page once more.

The names of the members of the Sunrain Adventure Team are being erased by an invisible hand.

In an instant, the instinct of a gamer made her reach out and cover the pages of the book while quickly backing away.

She stared intently at Alna.

Alna's eyeballs had disappeared, and blood was gushing from the empty eye sockets.

Her body was riddled with holes, and horrific scars from torture were visible everywhere, with flesh torn open and bones clearly visible.

It felt as if a heavy hammer had struck her mind. Just as she was about to remember something, her eyes glazed over and her expression became dazed.

Alna's concerned voice came again.

Are you alright, bed?

Coming to her senses, she sat down beside the boulder, holding a leg of lamb, staring blankly at the insect mist resting on her lap.

"Dream?"

She shook her head and hurriedly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I just listened to the jailer and my thoughts started to wander."

"Thinking outside the box, you also want to see Zhong Zemo's erotic pictures?"

"Get lost!" she said with a laugh, but then immediately stopped.

A strange sense of incongruity washed over me again.

Her palm stung, and she slowly turned her hand towards herself.

【Plata the Immaculate Light】

In a flash, the scenes that had just flashed through my mind during that moment of confusion reversed.

The light and shadow freeze on the moment she tried to stop the members of the Sunrain Adventure Team from disappearing from the diary's cover page.

A faint light bloomed in the palm of his hand, small yet seemingly possessing a magical power to purify all illusions.

"O immaculate radiance, please..."

"Purify everything."

Plata's voice echoed in my mind.

A beautiful figure with butterfly wings on its back leaped out from the palm of the hand, transforming into a blazing sun that illuminated the earth.

(End of this chapter)