T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 302 301 Candlelight and the Boundary Between Reality and Illusion

Chapter 302, Section 301: Candlelight and the Boundary Between Reality and Illusion

Jiang Heyi found Sun Rain Golia, who was still wandering in the temple and had not yet dissipated, and also called on Fairy Insect Mist.

Neither the local Insect Mist nor the well-informed Gloria knew anything about the Twilight Vampire.

Considering that the Temple of the Clarity is located in the wild southeast of Anna, with vast unexplored areas, Golia couldn't help but remind her to be careful at the boundary between reality and illusion.

The tragedy of sun showers is still fresh in our minds.

Orange Tea was very curious as to why Gloria's spirit hadn't dissipated yet.
"Perhaps it's compensation from the world's consciousness, but now, Ghost Rat and I can move freely within the temple, but we can't leave it."

It's a pity that the two members of the Sunrain, being spirits, could only offer limited help; they were good at serving as an encyclopedia of the Devilland continent, though.

Back in the reception room, the werewolves devoured their food.

The red and white puppets served them jerky, which they grabbed and ate clean, muttering as they did so—consider it interest.

It's not good to complain about them in bed; they're just indulging their natural instincts, wanting to eat but finding excuses.

After all, Jiang Heyi really got a huge windfall, making a killing at the boundary between reality and illusion.

"In order to repay the loan as soon as possible, could you provide us with some pack animals?"

The werewolf leader nearly choked on the dried meat.

In this transaction, they provided blueprints, tomb coordinates, and were offered payment in installments; now they also have to provide pack animals.

The demon Lu Xin has caused immense harm; she blurs the line between reality and illusion, her heart is black, yet she insists on claiming to have a conscience.

It's despicable to break someone else's umbrella just because you've been caught in the rain yourself.

“We can use a pricing method other than ore; the guild has the money.”

The werewolf leader tricked Jiang Heyi with a series of attacks, leaving him completely bewildered. After much persuasion and demonstrating his wealth by producing a storage box, Jiang Heyi finally crossed his arms and began to think.

"Carrying beasts" is a general term for monsters with excellent carrying capabilities.

The hippopotamus-like beast that works hard in the temple, can identify minerals, and mines is called the [Fierce Rock Ox]. It is a docile and honest omnivorous monster.

"So, where can I buy it?"

"In the Anna Empire, the Liyan Ox, which possesses the same qualities as the Clarity Cultivator and can quickly identify minerals, is a non-sale item held by the nobles who control the mining industry."

The werewolf leader scratched his head and sighed, "I'll try my best to find a way for you... I'll also keep an eye out for alternative pack animals."

Jiang Heyi was trying not to laugh.

It's obvious that this information should be charged for, and helping to find it should also be charged.

The werewolf, who was hoping for the final payment to be made at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds as soon as possible, had no choice but to reveal everything.

What a solid bond of interests exists between creditors and debtors.

"Don't look so sad. The guild is just starting out and everything needs to be built up. Once things are stable, you can come and sell your goods. We will definitely offer you fair and reasonable prices."

The werewolf leader, whose brains were piled high with muscles, suddenly became humorous.

Does "honesty and integrity" mean that you won't cheat anyone except children and the elderly, but instead prey on us young and middle-aged people?

Jiang Heyi warmly shook hands with the werewolf leader.

This action made the werewolf leader break out in a cold sweat. His intuition told him that he needed to contribute something more before he could leave the guild.

"Our guild stronghold has been newly built and is suffering from constant harassment by invaders. Do you have any suitable treasures that can broaden our horizons?"

I really don't want to give any more information; saying even one more word would be a loss for me.

Jiang Heyi's words left him speechless.

"If we are defeated by the invaders, how will you collect the remaining payments?"

The werewolf leader was speechless with emotion.

"I'll keep an eye out for you!"

After gritting his teeth and finishing his sentence, he called to his companions to dump all the dried meat and fruit on the table into their backpacks as if seeking revenge.

Before Jiang Heyi could speak, he ran away in a flash, afraid that if he was even a second later, he would be on the verge of death.

The 3000-person invasion limit is still too high; the boundary between the virtual and real worlds feels like it could be lowered further.

Just like how the ratman's arm can randomly steal items after an intruder dies, there should be many other items that can strengthen a guild's defenses against intrusions, otherwise defending against intrusions would be too difficult.

The guilds that had accumulated their combat power by snowballing along the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, and even with relatively abundant resources, were finding it difficult to cope. It's no wonder that guilds that had previously established strongholds in the Chinese server have quietly chosen to close them down.

Everyone knows that continuous operation can lead to passive income, but who can withstand the stress test in the early and middle stages?

The two, Beiwo and Zhong Zemo, set out to establish coordinates at the Twilight Vampire Tomb, and everyone else had to join the fight.

Following the tip from Garlic Sprout, we attempted to establish coordinates, and the number of teams entering the guild stronghold surged.

Aleira's scorching dragon breath cooked a group of people, but it made way for the subsequent invaders.

After the boundary between the real and virtual realms took over the defensive fortifications, the forging of Origin Elements was able to continue.

If we were to find a victim of the opening of the global server, it would be the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

The pressure to prevent intrusion was already high, and now it is being targeted 24 hours a day. If any lapse in vigilance is exposed, all the existing achievements will be lost immediately.

After a day and a night of intense battles within the game, dawn was already approaching outside the game.

The five-person group, seemingly emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, received two pieces of good news.

Most players who wanted to test the boundaries between the virtual and real worlds, especially those near the time zone, ran away after witnessing the combat power.

Many casual players discovered that their small items would be stolen upon death, and the news spread quickly, greatly reducing the number of people coming to join the fun.

Although those restless groups eager to expose the corpse-eating group are still waiting for a suitable opportunity, tonight is over.

Another piece of good news is that the two-person team in bed successfully established coordinates.

If the invasion problem can be resolved somewhat tomorrow, then everyone should head out to start the new instance.

"How about we meet with the bigwigs at Starfire and talk to them about this?" the jailer grumbled. "The intrusion mechanism is just too unreasonable."

Aside from Arela and Ksha, the jailer was undoubtedly the god of war last night.

The Necromancer is the MVP class in Outpost Defense, and the Jailer Bro has shattered the dreams of countless invaders with his repeated Corpse Explosions.

The scattered remains of flesh and blood became the perfect material for his endless spellcasting.

After everyone logged off, the four Primarchs remained alone in the game.

He only logged on at 1:30 a.m. last night, which will shorten the guild's defensive vacuum to 2.5 hours today.

Shortly after waking up, I sent a screenshot to the group chat while still in bed. "They really bought me a plane ticket, for noon."

Orange Tea also shared the flight number.

It seems that we'll have to get together offline again by the afternoon at the latest.

“Wow, Chen Shaoyu asked me where I usually like to eat, and that we can decide the location.”

The boss's easygoing nature surprised everyone.

In the game, they even wondered if the founders of Starfire would choose a high-end Western restaurant.

Even a country bumpkin like Jiang Heyi planned to get up and watch some videos so he could practice using a knife and fork.

Hearing that French Fries would teach him at home first, Jiang Heyi was really looking forward to it.

Well, there's no need to be so easygoing.

Treating guests to meals is one of the jailer's specialties.

It can be used to entertain foreign guests, but it falls into a knowledge gap.

Nong Ya had eaten with them once, but this young woman from the old revolutionary base area had no dietary restrictions and a robust stomach and tolerance for food like most Chinese people, making it difficult to compare with ordinary foreign friends.

"Why don't you ask them what nationality they are?"

"asked."

How should I answer?

"Celestial beings".

"what?"

The person in bed was stunned: "Oh no, have people come from the far side of the moon? What year is it? Is the solar furnace finished?"

Zhong Zemo retorted, "Idiot, it's obvious the big boss doesn't want to reveal himself now, he's just joking around to tease you guys."

Orange Tea agreed: "Actually, that's not wrong. If a project is initiated and an excellent game like Proof of the Stars is produced, wouldn't it be like a visitor from heaven, a celestial being, for the players?"

Seeing everyone doing reading comprehension exercises, Jiang Heyi pondered for a moment.

"Let's just have Cantonese food as usual. The boss isn't putting on airs and letting us order. I guess he just wants to try some local specialties."

Once back in the familiar territory of the jailer, he immediately became alert.

"Leave it to me, I'll order a table right away."

He dared not delay, fearing he wouldn't get a good spot, so he hurried home and found his father, who hadn't left the house yet.

"Inviting you to dinner?"

Yuan Huanye had just put on a sharp suit, looking very formal, as if he had business to discuss today.

"Your friend? We really can't neglect him. He's gone to a lot of trouble to bring you along, you piece of char siu."

"I've watched a lot of videos, and your performance isn't as impressive as Orange Tea's. Orange Tea is a support, and you're a damage dealer."

In order to gain a deeper understanding of his son's interests and profession, Yuan Huanye, with the help of his family, crammed on game knowledge and repeatedly watched clips of the prison guard.

Thanks to his elder brother Yuan Yuwen's review, he still hasn't figured out the deeper meaning behind the prison guard's ID.

But at the current surfing speed, it feels like it's only a matter of time before he crashes into the prison guard and kills him.

"Not entirely, but I need to entertain a distinguished guest, so get me some goods," the jailer said eagerly. "Some expensive red wine?"

"Why are you asking so suddenly? No way," Yuan Huanye complained. "In the future, you should tell me about these things in advance. Here's what we'll do: you can choose the thatch at home yourself."

"Take one can of tea from the top shelf as well."

As soon as Yuan Huanye left, the jailer glanced at the tea cabinet, his eyes unconsciously drifting upwards.

Saying that on purpose must be a hint to me!

Without saying a word, the jailer grabbed a can.

It has only been a little over a month since our last in-person meeting.

The familiar restaurant, the familiar private room—if the weather hadn't turned cold, perhaps even the clothes would have looked familiar.

The group, who were to meet in the evening, chatted enthusiastically over cold dishes. However, as the agreed meeting time approached 6 p.m., everyone fell silent.

Some were checking the time on their phones, others were peering towards the door, and still others, with ADHD, were running out of bed to look around the restaurant.

The diagnosis was that the person had been playing the shadow puppetry game too much, and it had become a professional habit.

At 6 o'clock sharp, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Behind the waiter were a man and a woman.

Everyone was a little stunned. Was the person next to Chen Shaoyu the founder?

That's way too young!

After the waiter left, the woman introduced herself in a soft voice.

"If we meet in real life, my name is Candlelight."

"The witness of the stars to the operators of this world."

"The founder of Starfire Campfire".

Jiang Heyi was the first to react. He left his seat, stood up, and clapped to show respect, and the others followed suit.

Although her self-introduction was full of childish chuunibyou, perhaps all geniuses are like this?

Just like mint, it has some flaws, which is understandable.