T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 305, Section 304: Aftereffects and Noise

The jailer was a cunning fellow. While introducing Cantonese cuisine to Candlelight, he subtly inquired about the current progress of the game at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

When the mysterious stealing element of [Twilight Vampire Blade] was mentioned, Candlelight's lips curled into a smile.

"That's a weapon with a very low passive trigger rate. Stealing it once can make you happy for a long time."

"The related tombs... I highly recommend you explore them; the process is short and quite humorous."

In today's online slang, describing a game instance as humorous is often a derogatory term, a roundabout way of insulting a monster.

But Candlelight strongly recommends exploring it, which is contradictory.

Now I have no choice but to take a look.

The virtual and real boundaries have been blurred, and each player's game friend list now includes the name of "Candlelight." This means that in case of emergencies, they can directly connect with "Candlelight" to communicate.

Before the jailer could even celebrate for two seconds, he saw the candlelight dip a piece of poached chicken into sweet vinegar, coat it with the sauce, and then put it in his mouth.

"Ah, alas... sigh."

Three onomatopoeic words, three different emotions colliding fiercely.

“It’s delicious.”

Soy sauce chicken is dipped in vinegar, steamed grouper is dipped in vinegar, and even ginger milk curd is drunk with vinegar.

Everyone said the candlelight dishes were delicious, but the jailer looked completely uncomfortable.

Just as the claypot rice, meant to be the main dish, was about to be poured into the mouth by the candle flame with a large amount of vinegar, the prison guard felt a surge of strength. He stood up first to help stir the claypot rice, took out the rice crust, and asked the candle flame to taste it carefully.

At the same time, I moved the vinegar bottle a little further away.

Jiang Heyi sighed inwardly, "He's like a war god."

A French fry enthusiast commented: "Typical Cantonese thinking."

"Sigh, people from my hometown, a food wasteland, just speak with such confidence." The prison guard puffed out his chest proudly. "Those who sit at the same table as Master Jing wouldn't understand."

Orange Tea sparked a thirst for knowledge.

"Was the candle's preference set during its creation?"

"No, just like in the game, the doll is a human-like individual, but not entirely human."

"And I was born from two special skills: spirit manipulation and flesh alchemy."

"It requires the combined use of multiple techniques, such as puppetry, alchemical materials science, and flesh and blood recasting."

"The process is very close to creation and rebirth."

Orange Tea tilts its head.

"Approaching infinitely? Isn't that creation? You are a living, breathing life."

The candlelight flickered.

Orange Tea was even more confused.

"But you have an independent consciousness, you can live like a human being, you're not mechanical or dull at all?"

The candlelight still shook its head.

“It’s like it, but it’s not.”

“We are not born from nothingness, but rather from the fragments left behind in the world by the one who gave birth.”

"My flesh and blood were forged from the physical materials of countless powerful lives and have undergone the baptism of great craftsmen."

"My core originates from the blessing of the Supreme Ruler."

"My soul originated from countless fragments of consciousness that have never dissipated."

"The puppeteer captures usable parts from life that has returned to nothingness, eliminates the traces left by predecessors, and like a sewing craftsman, patiently and little by little, stitches them together to form a whole, piecing together a whole that is 'like' a person for us."

"So, my love of jealousy might be the last echo left in the fragments of a faded soul, or it might be a hobby that I've accumulated over the years and that is unique to me."

The candlelight spoke with great anticipation.

"The Puppet Clan has only one person, who is the supreme ruler."

"The consciousness of the ruler is conceived in chaos and ignites from nothingness; this is its birth."

“And we, strictly speaking, are creations, not life.”

Zhong Zemo said thoughtfully, "That's why number ② is so persistent in pursuing completeness, to become you, and to replace you." The candlelight nodded approvingly.

“The innate incompleteness makes the doll yearn for completeness.”

Chen Shaoyu muttered, "But I feel like you're a living, breathing person, except that you like to dismember yourself into eight pieces all the time."

The candlelight, which had always maintained a gentle smile, burst into laughter, a rare occurrence for her.

"Only by doing something surreal can I quickly prove that I am not an ordinary person. Doll repair also requires careful troubleshooting. I can't find a more suitable method than disassembling myself into pieces."

An idea came to me while I was in bed.

"Since you like being jealous so much, I'll have Dad make you some vinegar paste."

"Vinegar paste, what's that?" The jailer, Brother Yudi, turned to look at Zhong Zemo beside him.

"If I had to explain, I'd say it's a higher form of vinegar."

"What makes it 'advanced'?"

"The prices are exorbitant; just looking at them makes my wallet ache."

The prison guard was taken aback: "That's really high-class. I'll have some to try later."

Sigh, there are two shameless young ladies and gentlemen in the guild.

Although everyone received some dividends, these non-essential items were completely beyond Zhong Zemo's reach.

"I don't know why you're squinting. You can send candles to your bed, but you can't send some to your home?"

The jailer glanced at him with displeasure, his face full of contempt for the winner in life.

Having escaped the fire pit and fallen into the sugar jar, Zhong Zemo's actions are nothing short of blatant boasting!

"What do you mean 'my family'?" Zhong Zemo blushed.

"I ran to Chengning from my bed and confronted Du Jingwen face-to-face for you, even asserting my ownership, and proudly posted it in the group chat. This isn't your home, is it? Sigh... There's a dog here, there's a dog here!"

The gathering came to an end amidst the noise and commotion.

As the candlelight and Chen Shaoyu left, the group found themselves on the streets of Guangzhou, where a cold wind was blowing, and gradually came to their senses.

Immersed in a surreal atmosphere, I felt dizzy and danced along with the mood.

As I left the private room, the effects gradually kicked in.

Zhong Zemo murmured, "There really is magic in this world."

The woman in bed seemed to be deep in thought: "There are worlds beyond this world, and they exist in different forms."

Jailer Bro: "Eating with someone like Candlelight means I can brag to my kids before I die."

Jiang Heyi was amused by the prison guard.

"Your train of thought is really something! You're already imagining a house full of children and grandchildren, all circling your hospital bed and watching you go to heaven?"

The precise etiquette of bedtime is activated: "Is it possible that you don't have a wife?"

The jailer was still cheerful: "There's nothing I can do. If I told people about what happened today, nine out of ten people would think I'm crazy and have a wild imagination."

Orange Tea smoothed her wind-blown hair and tightened her clothes.

"And what about the last one?"

"He's an online novelist who goes out to gather material and listens to people chatting when he's bored. He'll just think it's a good idea and I'll take it back and write it into my book."

"You're only a few years old, and you're already thinking about the day you die of old age." Yotsuhara said righteously, "Don't be so unlucky. Besides... according to your age, if I were to die of old age, I would be the one to go first."

"Wow, you say it's not bad luck, but you're the first to get bad luck."

"Don't yell when you speak!" French Fries complained.

Jiang Heyi put his hands in his pockets, and the group walked and talked, the streetlights casting their shadows that stretched all the way ahead.

Under the warm yellow streetlights, everyone's face was flushed.

"A lifetime..."

By then, everyone's answer should be the same.

　I feel that maintaining two updates a day, with each chapter containing 3K and 2K characters, would be more suitable. Let's try it out for now.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)