T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 289, Chapter 288: Admitting Defeat
Aside from working overtime, Siyuanti rarely goes out this late.

He admired Nong Ya, who traveled to foreign countries with just a mobile phone without any fear, as comfortable as if she were at home, and socialized as she pleased, just like the prison guard.

She was browsing the night market earlier, and everything seemed new and interesting to her. She kept eating barbecue and noodles without any apparent dietary restrictions.

To take care of the guild's number one fan, Yotsuki mustered his energy, chug down two bottles of coffee, and dutifully took on the responsibility of being a tour guide.

Although communication always requires translation and is a step behind, this does not dampen the enthusiasm of both parties.

Nong Ya, scooping up grilled fish with a spoon, types with one hand.

"Yawning, are you sleepy so early?"

While translating, Nong Ya saw the time on her phone screen—1:40 AM.

She quickly apologized for seriously disrupting the Tetramorphic's schedule.

It is only natural to warmly welcome guests when they come to your home.

The four original bodies were somewhat embarrassed. As a guide, they knew very little about the fun places to visit in their hometown where they had lived for decades, and had to catch up by watching videos on the spot.

I don't know if I can satisfy this foreign friend.

Thinking of this, he felt even more guilty towards Nong Ya, who always insisted on splitting the bill, and decided that he should treat her to something.

"It's alright. Would you like some tea? I'll buy it for you."

Upon seeing the translated information, Nong Ya's eyes widened, and she waved her hands repeatedly, her brows furrowed with anxiety and unease.

It's just a cup of tea, isn't it?
The four prototypes readily paid and bought two large cups, stuffing them into the cups.

"Where to go next?"

Nong Ya, holding the fruit tea, suddenly fell silent, her expression somewhat uneasy, like a child who had done something wrong, secretly observing his reaction.

"Sorry, let's go back to the hotel."

The Tetraprimal felt a strong sense of guilt. What happened?

Did he say something wrong?
Looking through the messages, they all contained standard, unambiguous language, so there shouldn't be any possibility of misunderstanding.

Nong Ya suddenly stopped and looked back.

In the early morning, there were few pedestrians on the street, but the streetlights were bright.

Nong Ya had praised the advanced infrastructure here more than once, but compared with the current situation in her hometown, she could only sigh.

"It seems like someone is sneaking around..."

Nong Ya typed halfway through, then waved her hand and casually said, "Never mind."

Suppressing the overwhelming surge of excitement, Candlelight returned to the game.

The Four Primitives are the only one among the seven individuals at the boundary between the real and virtual worlds whose growth curve is extremely abnormal.

At a certain point in time, the originally weak trees suddenly grew tall and their branches and leaves became lush.

In almost a single step, he traversed the path that had taken him months to enter the game.

"So quickly...waking up?"

"If you can give me his memories... then I won't need to spy on him."

"Sooner or later, sooner or later, you and I will..."

The candlelight grumbled and grumbled, maintaining its original sleeping posture, curled up on the ground.

As the last note faded, the 12th floor of the temple returned to silence.

The candlelight suddenly raised its head, looking around blankly.

She touched her chest and hesitated briefly.

An even stronger weariness swept over her, and without resistance, she closed her eyes and once again fell into the boundless darkness.

Silent all night.

As the sun rose high in the sky, the candlelight began to flicker and dimly illuminate the scene.

Chen Shaoyu, who was eating grilled squid fried rice, was called into the office.

A fist-sized, unremarkable wooden sealed box sat on the table, catching his eye.

"award."

Chen Shaoyu's rice bowl tilted slightly, and he quickly found a place to put it down—after spending more time with him and understanding the nature of the candle flame, he was no longer as tense as he had been at the beginning.

Treat them as a decent friend; that seems to be what Candlelight hopes for.

"What did I do to suddenly receive a reward?"

He casually opened it, and a light green ring that looked like it was made of vines and plant seeds came into view.

The intricate and delicate carvings are bathed in sunlight that streams into the office desk.

The reflected green light was dazzling, and in a daze, Chen Shaoyu felt as if he had stepped into the depths of a tranquil sea of ​​trees.

Among the treetops, butterfly-winged fairies play harmonicas and flutes, while elves blow notes that make the wind jostle, their mouths filled with leaves.

The leaves swayed, creating waves of green that stretched endlessly, and the long, rustling sound soothed the body and mind.

In the still room, as if in a fleeting illusion, the pages of a book turned, harmonizing with the distant sea of ​​trees.

In that dreamlike moment, Chen Shaoyu was momentarily distracted.

"This is……"

"A casual creation," the candlelight said understatedly.

Chen Shaoyu gently stroked the undulating texture on the surface of the ring.

“It’s just doing whatever I want, it doesn’t mean anything,” Candlelight continued. “Just think of it as a painting I’ve taken from a dream.”

"A dream?" Chen Shaoyu asked curiously. "You're a puppet, do puppets dream too?"

The candlelight just smiled, without answering.

In front of her, Chen Shaoyu put the ring on his index finger.

Surprisingly, it fits perfectly... No, given the power of the candlelight, it should fit perfectly.

This made him wonder if he should give a gift in return.
……

……

The four primitives at their workstations were also deep in thought.

Nong Ya sent me a message early this morning.

"I'm truly sorry if I've offended you."

Are you still upset about what happened last night?
It's just that we got carried away and forgot the time, it's not a big deal.

This morning, Nong Ya was supposed to be at Chengning University to meet with Orange Tea and her quilt, which was the offline interaction and exclusive interview segment she was most looking forward to.

Two days in advance, she announced the private interview on a French community forum—which was also a way of showing off.

But she said she suddenly felt unwell and decided to rest for a day.

From initially engaging in online arguments and impulsively betting on the boundary between reality and fiction, to accidentally becoming a leading fan of early-stage stocks, Nongya's transformation in her community identity has garnered significant attention.

She herself is also very dedicated and responsible, working tirelessly with love and enthusiasm.

To put it in terms of "ready-to-eat from the can," it "has the beauty of our translation team."

"You should still log on an hour later tonight."

Jiang Heyi sent a preview of tonight's mission.

Upgrade your stronghold and search for the dragon Elerave to complete the crafting and socketing of the Origin Element Set.

To guard against intruders with ulterior motives, the Four Primarchs volunteered to start staggered online times, giving the guild more room for error.

He pressed his knuckles, which made a clicking sound.

"Fuck the dragon knight."

If it weren't for these troublemakers, after the Temple of the Clarities ended, they should have immediately moved on to the next dungeon and the next part of the story. Jailer Bro suggested in the group chat, "If you ask me, we should give them some trouble too."

He complained in bed, "If they don't release the coordinates, how are you going to cause trouble?"

Zhong Zemo warned: "World Faction War."

Although the battle between the Fallen Star Siren and Anna's factions was initiated at the boundary between the real and the virtual worlds, they rarely crossed it.

The rewards are very tempting for ordinary players, but for them, it just adds more options to the replaceable equipment, and it's not worth grinding for at all.

"Since we have to wait for the four original bodies anyway, we might as well go and have a good killing spree."

Jiang Heyi, who was holding the fries in his arms, suddenly had a new idea.

"Why don't we announce that we'll be appearing on the faction battlefield tonight?"

"Huh?" The jailer immediately objected, "It's a surprise attack! You gave them a heads-up. Even though the dragon knights have pig noses, they're not so reckless as to throw their lives away. They'll definitely hide."

The faction wars have no balance system. With the best equipment in the game, once the boundary between reality and illusion is crossed, they will be unstoppable.

"I'll announce I'm going, but I can cancel and not go," Jiang Heyi said slyly. "By combining deception and reality, he'll be too scared to go and farm points. Isn't that exactly what we want?"

Without hesitation, Jiang Heyi grabbed the hand holding the fries and used the mouse to log into the official account of the virtual-real boundary and edit the post.

"World faction battleground points will be reset tonight. Friends from Dragon Knight and Whale in the Basin Guild, we'll be waiting for you on the battlefield."

"Welcome all fun-loving folks to provide the coordinates of players from the two major guilds who want to leak information. The official leaker's ID is 'Prison Guard Bro'~~"

Shortly after the post was published, the number of comments below exceeded one thousand.

Jiang Heyi read old game novels, and found that in open-world PvP, you needed to find a neutral faction to provide the location of your PvP opponent, and that was for a fee.

Times are changing, and paid entertainment is a thing of the past. Nowadays, as long as you say "there are places to watch, there's entertainment," people are more enthusiastic about it than anyone else.

Left hook, right hook, yes, that's it, hit the fuck out!
They would love to see such a scene every day, to see rivers of blood flowing, and then stand by excitedly, pumping their fists and fully immersing themselves in it.

The dragon knight also saw the update, and his face immediately fell.

The main guild was invaded, resulting in the loss of all materials accumulated since the server's launch.

They invaded the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, only to be routed by the strongholds they had built with lost materials, and couldn't even extract the materials needed to revive or dispel negative status effects.

The two slaps hurt badly; his reputation among players has been reduced to almost negative levels.

He can tolerate it all.

But this post really broke the dragon knight's defenses.

He didn't care about the boundary between reality and illusion, regarding the equipment as insignificant, but it was something he had been striving for and obtained as the number one player in the national server.

Therefore, he has accumulated 13000 points, but he is still 7000 points away from exchanging for a red-quality set.

As far as he knows, some of the faster-progressing streamers and large guilds have accumulated nearly as many points as he does.

Once the scoring speed slows down, the title of number one in the national server for faction battles will inevitably change hands.

Jingxi also broke down in her defenses when she saw the whale soup in the basin.

Her fanbase was even larger than Dragon Knight's; thanks to her status as a female player, her devoted fans eagerly offered their support, clearing obstacles for her to accumulate points.

If Tang Jingxi grinds a little more tonight, she'll be able to exchange for the core materials needed to craft red-quality equipment.

"It's alright, Sister Whale, don't be afraid. The battlefield is so big, and there are so many of us, we can't cover the boundary between the real and virtual worlds."

"That's right, there are several guilds, with a combined attack of one or two thousand players, but only seven people are at the boundary between the real and the virtual."

Tang Jingxi got annoyed: "What if?"

"Encountering this means certain death; two-thirds of your points will be wiped out!"

"How long would it take to accumulate 1 points? All that hard work could be wiped out in a single day. Would you dare to bet on that?"

Seemingly oblivious to her unease, her fans rushed to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, whale. We'll give you extra points, so don't worry."

Tang Jingxi suddenly found these sycophantic grovels very annoying.

Who couldn't see through their little schemes to impress me?
They probably want to see themselves hit the boundary between reality and illusion and fall to the bottom, so they can take the opportunity to make a good impression.
bother.

So annoying!
I can exchange for materials tonight, and the boundary between reality and illusion just happened to say that I want to come to the big battlefield to make my presence felt.

What a coincidence!

Leading the entire server, the only designated T0 guild, and after clearing the Clarity Realm, there are countless storylines and dungeons to choose from to advance, maximizing the benefits.

Killing the small fry on the fringes of the guild is not enough to make them change their schedule.

"They're definitely after me!"

Could there be a mole within the guild?

As she pondered this, Tang Jingxi was suddenly startled.

Considering the eager, fawning expressions in the fan group, she genuinely felt that they were capable of doing it.

"No, absolutely not!"

"We can't contact this group either. There are definitely some of them working for the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, trying to take advantage of the situation!"

After making up her mind, Tang Jingxi felt increasingly disgusted the more she looked at her core fan group.

Why are all her fans like this?

Dragon knights are also annoying.

Even if he didn't appear on the big battlefield tonight, he could already imagine what kind of posts would appear in the community the next day.

"Dragon Knight, I'm fucking here! You're not even on the battlefield! Where are you?!"

"Dragon Knight, you're just a songstress, aren't you? I'll curse you on the battlefield, and I'll be waiting for you right here!"

Once someone becomes a meme and part of the game's popular culture, they'll be completely unable to hold their head high in the gaming community.

The image of someone who both stirs up trouble and fears trouble will be deeply ingrained from now on.

Even if he deconstructs things with self-deprecation, as long as the boundary between reality and illusion breaks out and sets the tone, he can only passively take the hits.

But what can I do if I'm not going to back down?
"How about we take a gamble?"

A suggestion was made by someone in the core fan group.

Dragon Knight really wanted to grab a keyboard and smash it over the speaker's head through the screen.

Look at the equipment on the virtual-real boundary. In the unbalanced mode, he is the living dad, the god of the battlefield!
They're after the points you've earned, and the most dignified thing to do is commit suicide – win and start a new game to farm points with your fast reflexes.

Players will likely voluntarily relinquish what the boundary between the virtual and real worlds desires, hoping to become familiar with the guild, capture game clips, and happily share them, boasting about their close interaction with a top-tier guild and the opportunity to exchange ideas.

As for the points they demanded... those were voluntary contributions, there was no demanding involved.
Choosing option A means you'll die with more dignity.

The Dragon Knight suddenly remembered an example mentioned by an NPC in the game's storyline when he joked that "rank does not completely equal strength".

In the history of the Anar Empire, there have been cases of an eighth-tier being killed by a first-tier being.

The eighth-tier warrior fought a difficult battle against a high-level mage and won, leaving only a first-tier mage on the opposing side.

He still had magic power, but no physical strength, so he couldn't unleash any magic and was stabbed to death by that first-tier mage with a dagger.

The most outrageous kill across ranks on record.

That dagger also became one of the exhibits in the Anna Empire Library.

Later, magicians, with a touch of malice, gave it a name—"The Wrath of the Ants."

The entire fan base is patiently waiting for the Dragon Knight's final decision.

After hesitating for an entire afternoon, the Dragon Knight slammed his fist on the table in frustration.

He gritted his teeth and typed in the group chat.

"Announce to the entire guild and all branches: it's best not to enter the main battlefield tonight..."

He chose to back down.

(End of this chapter)