T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 247, Section 246: War!
Unexpectedly, the golden light was not dazzling, but gently enveloped the bedside.

The golden sun, which should have been rising slowly, seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, suddenly twisted, and the light it released dimmed in mid-air.

The few rays of light fell like raindrops beside the blankets.

It rained down gently, like a tender sun shower just for her.

Her leather boots seemed to be stuck in wet, sticky mud. She looked down and her heart stopped.

The earth was blood red; from the cracked fissures in the earth's veins, fresh blood gushed out, flowing onto the surface and quickly forming scabs.

The blue sky and white clouds are gone, leaving only a distorted and oppressive scarlet.

A muffled heartbeat came from a great distance, one wave higher than the next.

Low-frequency noise bombarded my brain, and my heart pounded violently, as if it wanted to burst out of my chest and escape from my body.

It was being called upon, it was leaping with joy, because it seemed to have developed self-awareness and resonated with an unknown frequency, even though it was blocked by flesh and blood.

The feeling under the covers was like a distress signal from the heart.

At that moment, her heart betrayed her body.

The next second, an invisible hand reached into the chest cavity and grabbed the heart that was pumping blood with all its might.

Despite the excruciating pain of almost fainting, he forced himself to lift his head and look at his companion.

Six humanoid figures of flesh and blood came into view. They looked like minced meat that had been crushed by a tremendous force and carelessly kneaded into shape, standing there.

On Alna's cooking counter, the "mutton" sizzled and dripped oil as it was roasted by flames the color of blood.

Upon realizing what she might have ingested, the physical discomfort overcame her fear, and she lowered her head to vomit.

There is no boundary between reality and illusion, no Alna, nothing at all.

A pair of hands gently stroked her back, and a warm current spread throughout her body, quickly dispelling the discomfort that had been lingering over her.

The flesh and veins beneath your feet, thick enough to stick to your boots, hissed as if being burned, revealing the vibrant green grass that had already begun to grow.

"who are you?"

The butterfly-winged woman before them was exceptionally beautiful. She had beautiful, long, bright golden hair, and her mixed heritage as a butterfly and an elf gave her both butterfly wings and the long, slender ears of an elf—two iconic features.

She was regaining consciousness and remembered everything that had just happened.

"Warriors who follow us, please do not follow in our footsteps."

Prata, the Immaculate Light, clasped his hands together, and an even more dazzling radiance emanated from within him.

Powerful light magic tore apart the flesh-corroding earth, dispelled the stench of pus in the air, and created a green space with a radius of about 3 meters.

Abundant plant and light elements surged within the circle, desperately resisting the crimson invasion while simultaneously seeping into her body, filling her with power.

"What happened? I don't understand!" the woman in bed asked anxiously. "Is this an illusion? Where is the caster?"

Where are my companions?

Plata opened his mouth, urgently conveying the message, but no sound came out.

She pointed to the insect mist in her hand, nodded vigorously, and then, under her gaze, it vanished without a trace as a wisp of light.

All that remained was the safe haven she had painstakingly created for her bed.

The eerie wriggling sound interrupted the act of flipping through the monster encyclopedia in bed.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the six "flesh-and-blood" figures that had transformed into the boundary between reality and illusion were being nourished by blood from beneath the earth. Their humanoid shells swayed slightly.

Not far away, milky white membranes, as if pregnant with something, bulged up.

The muffled heartbeats resonated with each other, making the heart in the bed ache terribly.

In the blink of an eye, the membrane shattered, and grotesque, fleshy creatures swarmed out.

Displaced facial features and haphazardly pieced-together limbs resemble deformed creatures created by randomly cutting up living beings and throwing them into a blender.

Some of them are only the size of a normal human, while others are giants, shaking the heavens and the earth.

My scalp tingled under the covers.

What enemy are they fighting?
Her heart was really aching. Those invisible hands were no longer satisfied with just gripping her heart; they were tightening their grip little by little.

It's like picking an apple hanging high on a branch.

With astonishing willpower, he turned the pages of the bed.

This time, the Sunrain Squad only had the name of Temple Guide Gloria.

She placed her hand over the name, and a faint light flickered.

Under her gaze, the phantom of Gloria, dressed in silver-white priestly attire, was projected onto the safe zone.

Looking at the pale-faced woman kneeling and panting in bed, the silver-covered book in Gloria's hand floated into the air.

Under the holy light, the blankets saw...

Her perception was correct; those invisible hands that gripped her heart were real.

It came from the void, pale and illusory, like a few lines drawn arbitrarily by a god on a drawing board.

What the hell is this!

Gloria's tome emitted an even brighter warm light, and the invisible hand that came from the void shattered into pieces.

The pain in bed eased instantly, and she breathed in the fresh air, feeling the happiness of her heart beating freely.

"Gloria!"

Before she could decide what to say, she noticed that Gloria was already smiling and watching her.

The silver-white temple spewed out several streams of silver-white light, shattering the nearby behemoth of flesh and blood, temporarily resolving the crisis in the bed.

After doing all this, Gloria, like Plata, was sullen.

"Those who come after us will only find a dead end. Leave." Gloria smiled. "That way, at least someone in this world will remember us."

"Don't be a riddle teller, tell me what happened!" The woman in bed was frantic.

She still doesn't understand the mechanism of the 11th floor.

What altered their memories?
Illusionist, a powerful mental mage?
If the Church of Eternal Night has such power, there's no need for them to go through the trouble of finding a traitor to infiltrate the Temple of the Clarity; they could easily sweep across the entire continent.

Gloria shook her head: "I don't know either..."

"We all perished here."

The woman in bed was taken aback.

She quickly flipped through the diary of the Sunrain Adventurers. This group of people were exceptionally strong. Looking at the entire Devilland, they were probably only inferior to top big shots like Elsa. They belonged to the upper-middle class that ordinary people could only look up to.

Each of their nicknames is taken from the most acclaimed praise others have given them. They are a top-notch team with outstanding achievements and excellent reputation after many years of traveling in Devland.

In the Sunrain Adventure Team, players can't revive indefinitely.

In the diary, they cleared each level with a single life, even the extremely troublesome Black Cat and Gorcalon were no exception.

Such a remarkable achievement was wiped out on the 11th floor, and the cause of death is still unknown.

Wait... The diary says there are 9 people on the team.

But why does the list of members, including the author, only show 8 people?

What about the other person?
"There have always been only 8 people in the team."

"But your diaries mention nine people, including those during the conquest of Gorcalon..."

The bed eagerly pointed at them killing Gor'kron, dancing on the grave of the Life Box, and the settlement scene of eating, drinking and relieving themselves.

"Ugh?"

why?
There were just nine names on the list, how come one is missing!
Golia's Golden Temple struggles to maintain its own consciousness, but it is nearing its limit.

She said, "Don't get hung up on the contents of the diary. Even after we entered the 11th floor, we couldn't make sense of many things, and we were all buried here in a daze."

“Bed, listen to me,” Gloria said urgently. “We can’t go back now. Whatever has happened here, you must leave in our place… or are you confident enough to move forward and uncover all the secrets?”

"Your ability to bring us here through a medium imbued with our essence may also be a divine guidance."

"Whether you choose to move forward or leave, we will support you."

The blanket shuddered.

"you……"

“Besides me, everyone else’s soul can only withstand your summoning once…Plata is grateful that you can still give her some use.” “She always likes to compare herself to me, which is clearly unnecessary. If it’s just about saving people, sincerity is enough. Why bother about who does more?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the warmth in Gloria's voice came to an abrupt end.

"To move forward, or to leave?"

Without hesitation, the woman in bed declared, "I'm going to find the source of all the problems on the 11th floor!"

"I want to go back to my comrades!"

Gloria had a smile on her lips. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she had something in mind to say, but what came out was just...

"Just like us, clearly able to escape unscathed by abandoning one person."

"In that case..."

A voice as loud as thunder burst through the pages of the book as a man stood holding a gun.

He removed his black dragon scale armor, revealing a cold and stern face.

He proudly declared, "The Evil Spear is at your service."

"This shot..."

The evil spear, forged from the heart of a dragon, roared deafeningly, its booming sound waves whipping up fierce winds that cracked and shattered the flesh and blood creatures that appeared around it.

"Break the illusion!"

The evil spear Golovin shattered his own soul, merging it into the spear to guide it.

"This place is distorted by a strange force; the flesh and blood you glimpse are all illusions."

"Remember, don't trust your eyes. This is still the Temple of the Clarity."

"Only by firmly believing can you ensure it doesn't lie!"

The spear struck the earth, scorching the heavens and melting the earth.

Amidst the buzzing of the evil spear, Golovin's voice rang out.

“Keep the diary safe, so that the people of Devland don’t forget us.”

Golovin's voice was so powerful and resonant that it dispelled all the fog in my eyes.

The blood-red ruins have been shattered, and the lush green grass has returned to view.

……

……

Suddenly, everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds experienced severe headaches.

The sudden earthquake forced them to disregard everything else and quickly enter a state of combat readiness.

Not far away, a long spear emanating an evil aura trembled incessantly on the ground, with arcs of electricity swirling around its tip and purplish-black flames burning fiercely on its body.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a benevolent creature.

"Arna, scout..."

The moment the words left his mouth, everyone sensed something was amiss.

They quickly turned their heads, and the moment their eyes fell on Alna, her body, riddled with holes, transformed into the moment before her death, turning into bloody bubbles and disappearing without a trace.

It was as if she had never existed.

"The bed!" Zhong Zemo exclaimed with delight, pointing at the big black rat that had rushed back.

"and many more!"

Jiang Heyi, who had been traumatized by a series of bizarre events, stood in front of the crowd.

"You need to prove yourself to be the bed first."

“I’ve been sending private messages to Squid Bro every day recently.”

……

……

In an instant, the eerie atmosphere that had been hanging over everyone's hearts vanished without a trace.

Everyone turned around meaningfully; the squid looked like a kettle being held up, about to boil over.

"Strategize the dungeons, strategy the dungeons, the game is important!" he quickly interrupted.

Okay, I'll spare you the torture for now.

The woman in the quilt quickly described her experience and presented a monster illustration of the insect mist.

On the title page, two of the eight members of the Sunrain Adventure Team have been crossed out.

They exhausted their spiritual strength and embraced death completely.

None of us were gaming novices, so we quickly grasped the situation.

The design of the 11th floor is quite peculiar; players will first encounter an inner and outer area.

Those selected for the inner field influence those selected for the outer field.

If the strategy is correct, you will obtain the relics of the Sunrain Adventurers in the Temple of the Clarity, which can be used to reduce the difficulty of this floor.

The total number of attempts is 9. Gloria's soul is the strongest, and she can use it twice.

With so many assists and each member possessing different powers, the difficulty of the bosses on floors 11 and 12 is exhilarating.

In order to balance gameplay and game presentation, it is a common practice for the official team to provide players with "cheat codes" to help them immerse themselves in the game.

but……

It's somewhat strange that the one who rescued people from the boundary between reality and illusion was someone from another world who had conquered the underground temple.

Are they also players in the game's lore?

With the illusion dispelled, the grotesque sights of flesh and blood cease to exist.

However, the original tranquility has been broken.

The earth collapsed, trees fell, and the lake water in the distance churned.

The gentle breeze suddenly escalated into a howling gale, instantly whipping up sand and stones, making it impossible for anyone at the boundary between reality and illusion to open their eyes.

Mud elemental giants crawled out of the collapsed ground.

In the fallen woodland, trees rise from the ground and vines sway.

Water elements in the lake rose into the air, and together with the gale, they brought down a torrential rain that enveloped the boundary between reality and illusion.

Thunder and lightning.

"This guy is really shy, isn't he? He couldn't persuade me to back down, and now that his scheme has been exposed, he won't even show himself." Jiang Heyi sneered, "Who does he think he can scare with these elemental giants!"

"Monkey trick, stack buffs!"

At Jiang Heyi's command, all the buffs surrounding him and the fries, and the boundary between reality and illusion, were fully stacked.

Just as the several mud giants, whose every step shook the earth, were within arm's reach, Jiang Heyi and French Fries moved.

One blue, one red, the two blades intertwined once more.

"Call the Tide!"

"Bloodthirsty!"

With a single blow, the mud giant's entire body splattered with mud, and the elemental power that sustained its body rapidly leaked out.

Jiang Heyi's [Tide Summoning] set rapidly absorbed the elemental power in the air, replenishing the user.

Completely powerless, their clumsy elemental magic shattered and scattered on the ground before it could even be released.

Even Gorcalon couldn't withstand that blow, so what makes you think you can?

Zhong Zemo quickly looked around, then realized, "Earth, water, wood—these are all related to elements. Could it be... that giants can possess any element?"

"Let them come. If they dare to show their health bars, they'll all die!"

Compared to mechanical monsters, elemental giants are as fragile as mud and sand.

(End of this chapter)