T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 298, Section 297: The Four Primal Bodies Resign

At noon, it wasn't just the translation system that went online on time.

The online real-time information and in-game and out-of-game interactions that players have been calling for for months have all entered the online testing phase.

Offline players can communicate with online players via the app, albeit with a slight delay.

In the guild-related updates, guild leaders can set up monitors in the app to obtain real-time information about the guild's current screen.

This is very useful for guilds that have established bases.

"Huh, why is no one questioning the boundary between reality and illusion anymore? The most famous guilds with strongholds are these guys. The world server just launched, and this update is practically tailor-made for them. They can stir up a lot of controversy."

"Oh right, what about Dragon Knight and Whale in a Basin? Why don't they question whether the Chinese version of Campfire is creating gods?"

"Rumor has it that many of those who spread rumors about the boundaries between fact and fiction have received small gifts and are preparing to go to court."

"No wonder the small fry have been quiet these past few days. It's not that the heat has died down, but that they're afraid of getting hit on the head with an iron fist."

Zhang Jingqing, a lawyer who specializes in handling matters related to the boundary between the virtual and the real world, shared an interesting story with the prison guard last night.

Chen Lechao, a small-time livestreamer who hides in his rented room and focuses on blurring the lines between reality and fiction.

That's the genius who registered multiple accounts, 11 of which have VAC ban records.

After realizing that the boundary between reality and fiction was real, he contacted Zhang Jingqing using the information he left behind, proactively expressing that he "knew he was wrong" and hoping to mediate the matter.

So "Hey, can we reconcile?" is a work of documentary literature!

When the prison guard posted the message in the group chat, Jiang Heyi and French Fries burst out laughing at the same time.

People can actually laugh when they are in a state of extreme speechlessness.

Why would anyone think that if they hurt someone, a simple "let's settle" can erase all the mistakes?

It's like when children in kindergarten have a fight, the teacher gives each of them a piece of candy and coaxes them by saying, "Come on, shake hands, we're still good friends."

This is what they consider "admitting mistakes".

It means to express a concession or gesture of goodwill that the other party is likely to accept; if they don't accept it, it's considered impolite charity.

They fantasize that all their mistakes can be resolved with a simple "I was wrong," without having to pay the slightest price for their past actions.

It's like living in a world of imagination.

"Something's wrong."

I tilted my head back in bed and scrolled through my chat history.

"It's almost lunchtime, where are the Tetramorphs?"

……

……

I once saw a question about tetramorphism.

"If you suddenly won 1000 million yuan, would you quit your job?"

He participated in the discussion with great interest, believing that the number was far from enough and that having a job that kept him in constant contact with society was very important.

His words were well-founded and supported by evidence.

But when he opened his phone during his lunch break and saw that 300 million had been deposited into his account, the four prototypes fell silent.

Without much hesitation, he walked into the manager's office and announced his formal resignation.

The manager was surprised and puzzled, and hesitated before asking again.

After receiving an affirmative answer, he said unexpectedly.

"Xiao Tang, the company recognizes your work ability. This is very sudden."

"Is there some problem at work? Tell us about it. The company understands and can help you solve it."

Do you agree?
That makes sense. One person can do the work of two or three cheap laborers, so in the eyes of a company, they must be a high-quality worker.

Once upon a time, Tetramorph fantasized about becoming rich overnight and showing off to his colleagues, just like a lost fisherman wandering the world.

You have to see with your own eyes those inhuman and annoying colleagues showing expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

We should cheer wildly while stepping on their faces, and shamelessly humiliate them!
When they get really absorbed in something, they'll even clench their fists and wave them in the air.

In many days and nights when I had resigned myself to my fate but was unwilling to accept it, such dreams were like a gentle breeze on a sweltering summer day, hot and humid, but able to soothe the physical and mental fatigue.

It's like drowning one's sorrows in alcohol.

Dreams become reality; the miracles sketched in daydreams have silently come true.

The tetramorphs were unusually calm, as if they had returned to their exam desks during the college entrance examination.

All around was silent, and the rustling sound of turning the pages and writing on paper rippled through my mind like flowing water.

He poured all his energy from the first 18 years of his life into that fiercely competitive battle to get into his dream university.

Since then, he has never won again.

Until the day Zhong Zemo sent him the invitation.

The manager's offer to stay made Yoshihara feel an overwhelming sense of joy, though he didn't show it.

"Alright then, you can hand over the responsibilities to your department."

The year-end is the busiest time for the company, and under normal circumstances, no one would give up their year-end bonus and suddenly resign, but Quadruple did just that.

The heavy burden that was originally on his shoulders was about to be taken over by a lucky person who would be randomly selected. Just thinking about it made him happy.

The receptionist pushed open the door and her gaze locked onto Siyuanti, who had just sat down and hadn't yet announced his resignation.

"Hey, Little Tang, are you busy? There's a portion here..."

"Oh, I resigned."

Everyone in the office put down their work and looked over.

"Resign? Now?" His colleagues looked at him incredulously. "You don't want your year-end bonus?"

"No thanks." He waved his hand casually as he looked around at his colleagues. "It's not much money anyway, don't let it affect my gaming."

"What game is this that's making you give up your money?"

The four prototypes tidied up the items on the table, began packing up computer files, and made preparations for the handover.

"Proof of the Stars".

Upon hearing this, colleagues began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"I know, I know, isn't that a game you can play while you're sleeping?"

"Sigh, I failed to qualify twice, so I can only watch video clips to satisfy my craving."

"I remember there's a limit to the amount of time you can play games each day. Even if you quit your job, you can't just stay up all night playing games."

The younger members of the department took the opportunity to slack off and join in the conversation.

Li Ziyang, a colleague who had been thoroughly humiliated by the tetralogy of Physics last time, found a way to get started.

With the thought that he would see his colleagues less and less after leaving the company and that he would have no chance to get revenge if he didn't act now, he quickly retorted.

"Maybe Mr. Tang is targeting game-related social media and wants to become an internet celebrity?"

"Becoming an internet celebrity can lead to financial freedom, which is much easier than working a regular job, right?"

It had a really weird, sarcastic vibe.

The two had been at odds since their last conflict, which was common knowledge in the company, so Li Ziyang made no attempt to hide it.

I thought Yoshihara would respond with a fierce retort, but to my surprise, he just smiled and then spoke slowly, in a leisurely tone like an old man sitting in the sun and fanning himself with a palm leaf fan.

"I might not be financially free yet, but I can definitely buy groceries without looking at the price and sleep until I naturally wake up."

A colleague asked in surprise, "Really? You've really started making videos and become a minor internet celebrity?"

"You're being too polite. Let everyone see your work, and increase the number of views and favorites."

Seeing that the four original bodies were not speaking and were just silently packing their things, Li Ziyang smiled.

"Mr. Tang was just joking with you guys, and you actually took it seriously."

The four proto-organisms turned and stared at him.

He felt exceptionally at ease when he saw the 300 million; Li Ziyang's sarcastic remarks didn't anger him, but instead made him want to laugh.

The boundary between the virtual and the real is their shared guild. From the moment they stepped into the public eye, they became public figures—although their presence was faint and few people paid attention to them.

He didn't want to cause trouble for others because of his actions, and he couldn't be bothered to argue with losers with whom he would never cross paths again.

But the other party's persistence made him change his mind. "What, Mr. Tang, are you serious? Then we'll really have to see something. We've never met an internet celebrity in person before. How many followers do you have? 1000 or 2000?"

"The platform with the most fans has 160 million."

A voice rang out in unison throughout the office.

"what?"

Everyone in the department stared at each other in disbelief.

Li Ziyang was even more startled by this number.

Aside from that one outburst, the usually reserved Primal Body put down the objects in its hands and put its hands in its pockets.

His slightly raised head and disdainful sidelong glances exuded strong self-confidence.

It is completely different from the tetramorphs they are familiar with.

The weariness on his body vanished, replaced by a sharp and intimidating aura.

"Our CEO, Mr. Li, is very curious, so let's show it to everyone."

The Primordial One took out his phone and brought up his personal information on the Proof of the Stars app.

"Four...primordial...body?"

The name was unfamiliar and difficult to understand, but those present who were familiar with the game felt a sense of déjà vu.

"It sounds like I've heard that name somewhere before?"

Finally, someone noticed the guild name below the name of the four original entities.

"The boundary between reality and illusion?"

"Ah, could it be that boundary between reality and illusion?"

"The one nicknamed version T0?"

The department was in complete chaos. Exclamations drew curious glances from other offices, and some even strolled over to watch under the guise of fetching water.

"Holy crap, it really is."

"Huh? Little Tang, you're a member of the World Championship guild?"

"Wake up, there's no World Championship anymore, it was just postponed today."

"There's no difference. I heard that people get their bonuses based on photos."

"Look, there's a screenshot, 301 million."

Upon hearing this, another gasp of surprise was heard.

300 million? How many years would it take to earn that much working at a company?
The onlookers stared wide-eyed, and some had already taken out their phones to take pictures and videos.

The four original entities' social media feeds are clean and tidy. Apart from a message praising the game's excellence posted when the server opened, there is no other content related to it.

Who would have thought that a gaming master was lurking in an inconspicuous corner of the company?

It's amazing that he could keep quiet about it all this time.

The four proto-principles indicated that the surroundings should remain quiet.

"I'm not as good as everyone thinks. I'm only where I am today because of the guild members who helped me. I've just been lucky."

A casual remark about luck made Li Ziyang grit his teeth in frustration.

This damned luck, how could it fall on the Four Primal Bodies!
It's blatant showing off.

At this point, no one cared about him anymore.

Upon learning that a gaming expert had emerged in their company, people used the excuse of watching him while slacking off at work to come and interact with him, crowding the department office to the point of being completely packed.

The four original entities acted decisively, ordering a milk tea for everyone present as a small gift to support the boundary between the virtual and the real.

He felt obligated to help the guild build reputation.

"Oh, Li Ziyang doesn't like milk tea, remember not to give it to him."

The tetragonal's words drew a burst of laughter.

"It was just luck," Li Ziyang stubbornly retorted.

"You're right, I'm very lucky to have met friends who were willing to lend me a hand."

"And I was very lucky to find a guild with an unparalleled atmosphere."

"I was also very lucky to become friends with all of them, and we met both online and offline."

"Here's the question, Li Ziyang, why am I the lucky one and not you?" the Primal Body mocked. "Could it be because you have no friends?"

"If it were you, even if you were qualified to play the game, no one would invite you to team up, just like the Berserker and Magic Warrior of the Star Proof."

The young people present who knew about the jokes about the celebrities' professions covered their mouths in disbelief.

Only StarCraft players know the true value of this analogy.

When you see a bunch of Berserkers and Magic Warriors volunteering to team up, you might actually pinch your nose and start to doubt if there's something wrong with your own skill level description.

The documents are packaged and the milk tea has been delivered.

The tetragonal stretched and, amidst the envious and jealous glances of its colleagues, ended its workday early, feeling completely relaxed.

After a few more days of handover and receiving my salary, I won't have to go to work anymore.

Walking down the street, the weather in Chengning City in November was still warm. The warm afternoon sun shone on the body, which was only wearing a thin shirt, and the warmth seeped into the skin, awakening every tired and weary cell.

On the bustling street, he couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, stretch his arms, and listen to the crackling sound of his lumbar spine, feeling as if it were firecrackers celebrating his farewell to a phase of his life.

After graduation, I worked tirelessly at my workstation like a gear, and finally, I had to stop for maintenance for the first time.

The Primal Body is a man of few words in the guild, but he actually has a strong desire to express himself. How could someone who can guide a large number of new players into the world of real cards and experience the fun of offline battles be taciturn?

But the guild was already lively enough.

My bed is a place where I go crazy all day long.

Abstract Master Jailer

Two water monsters are enough to lubricate every topic, ensuring there's always fun to be had 24 hours a day.

So he became a listener.

A guild always needs all sorts of people to add character and maintain order.

He doesn't mind playing any role so that everyone can have fun.

The resignation was not entirely impulsive; it was a well-thought-out decision. Now, the guild needs someone to log on at different times to ensure the safety of the stronghold before the fortifications are fully completed.

He took the initiative without hesitation.

what……

Thinking of this, the Tetras quickly turned on his phone.

In the virtual-real boundary group chat, there were more than a dozen messages tagging him.

I feel like if I weren't afraid of bothering them, the phone would have been ringing off the hook.

Unsurprisingly, the news of his resignation was met with cheers from everyone.

The scene was comparable to the day Zhong Zemo and Du Jingwen announced their divorce, a moment that was widely expected.

work?

Forget about going to work!
Instead of torturing yourself by hanging around trying to make a little money, you should go home and take care of your health.

Jiang Heyi asked, "What are the plans?"

"No, let's start by enjoying ourselves by sleeping in until we naturally wake up. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've slept in."

With regular sleep and wake-up times, the Proof of the Stars has established a regular routine, but occasionally, the Primal Body also wants to try that long-lost "five more minutes".

It's like when I was a child, my mom would urge me to get up, but I always managed to take a nap.

From worrying that one day the Primarch might never wake up when the server opened, to now giving himself a long break, the Primarch has visibly recovered both mentally and physically.

“Woohoo~~~” Jiang Heyi sent a voice message.

Why did you suddenly go crazy?

"Good news," the jailer grinned slyly. "Ailera Vie has ruined one of her creations."

(End of this chapter)