T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 308, Section 307: The Overlord's Perverse Pleasures
In front of the Wind Pod City tavern, the candlelight and number ② meet again.

The second time in just one day.

As Chen Shaoyu said, she was deliberately making a fuss.

Unfortunately, after staring at him for a long time, she couldn't find even the slightest hint of impatience on his face.

To the side of the two, the projection of the [Twilight Vampire Tomb] was broadcasting a live walkthrough of the boundary between reality and illusion.

Having undergone the baptism of the Temple of the Clarity, ordinary dungeon monsters are no match for them.

Despite the Headless Horseman's inability to be killed and his ability to repeatedly resurrect, it's only a matter of time before the mechanics and techniques for dealing with him are figured out.

The projection was turned on by candlelight, and she had no intention of turning it off. Therefore, after the meeting, the two sides were strangely calm for a while, watching the actions of the people in the projection for quite some time.

"Did you imply that?"

"The wandering merchant will trigger dungeon events. In addition, the drops from wild monsters will also lead players to the tomb. Although these are extremely low-probability events, the use of Star Sand can increase the chance of triggering them."

"By the ironclad rule, the only information I can offer is that this copy is quite humorous."

The candlelight spoke so succinctly that it completely shut down the mouth of number ②.

Serial number ② instinctively retorted: "This can be called humor?"

"Dark humor is still humor. I'm sorry if you lack this understanding."

His speech was simply straightforward, but number ② always conveyed a sense of aggression.

The candlelight tapped on the table: "What are you planning to finalize this time?"

"The rules," said number ②, "are based on a comprehensive scoring system. Within a six-month time limit, the player with the highest score in the Chaos Tower world wins."

The candlelight was drawn back to the other person, who looked at him with slight surprise.

"Since none of us can participate, let's hand over the refereeing duties to Yuu-dew, who is left in the game by the master."

No. ② nods to indicate that he has no objection.

Neither of them spoke, their gazes fixed on the boundary between reality and illusion in the projection.

They finally discovered the correct way to kill the Headless Horseman.

The orange tea's summoning power easily purified these twisted spirits.

Knowing their weaknesses allows for a swift and decisive victory.

The jailer wiped the sweat from his brow: "So it takes purification magic to kill it completely. What a wicked thing, endless resurrection. I thought it was even more shameless than Gor'kron."

He still can't forget the legendary, durable king.

The others turned around and continued to ponder how to open the tomb door, while the jailer looked thoughtfully at the spot where the headless knight had vanished.

"What are you standing there for?" Orange Tea asked curiously.

"I have this feeling, like I'm summoning some little vengeful spirit here..."

As he spoke, the summoning action was already complete, and a ball of blue flame rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air.

Unlike the traditional summons of necromancers, this little vengeful spirit has more detailed facial features.

Why are you still riding a horse?

"Hey, hey, hey, look what I summoned!"

Realizing the necromancer's skills were surprisingly effective, the jailer hurriedly summoned everyone.

The headless knight, who was originally an enemy, has become a controllable entity.

The jailer sensed it and immediately asked, "You can speak, right?"

The headless knight paused, then answered in a low voice.

"Yes."

Now everyone guessed it: the necromancer is very useful in the current dungeon!

How do you open the tomb door?

"If you are willing to find our bodies after entering the tomb and burn them to ashes, I am willing to tell you everything I know."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, the Headless Horseman gave a reply that left everyone looking at each other in bewilderment and frowning.

"Invest a massive amount of magic crystals and gold coins?"

"Really? The tomb door has really become a piggy bank?"

The headless knight's deep voice suddenly rose in pitch as he angrily recounted a past event.

The headless knight who opposes the boundary between reality and illusion was originally a craftsman from the surrounding tribes and city-states.

One day, several eloquent and knowledgeable magicians offered them a generous reward and invited them to build a castle.

Although many artisans in the surrounding area hesitated, they still chose to take on the business after seeing the magicians pay such a generous deposit.

As far as he knew, the artisans recruited by this group of mages were spread throughout the entire continent of Devland.

The craftsmen initially thought it was a wonderful deal, but everything changed upon arrival at their destination.

The castle that was originally planned to be built was turned into an underground palace.

Listening to the magician's grand blueprints, the construction plans for the vast underground palace complex instilled fear in many craftsmen.

Many craftsmen offered to quit, but without exception, they were all killed.

The magician dragged the dead craftsman's body and threw it in front of the remaining craftsmen.

"Build it or die it."

With no other choice, all the craftsmen were forced to begin work.

At first, some craftsmen tried to escape, but soon they saw the escaped craftsmen return with lifeless eyes and work listlessly.

When everyone was resting late at night, they examined the craftsman's body and discovered that he had been dead for some time.

Panic kept the remaining people from making any rash moves.

Most of them were of low rank and were simply no match for hundreds of mages.

"Hundreds?"

Jiang Heyi was shocked.

The headless knight asserted, "Despite our low strength, our daily observations are accurate; they have at least 2 to 300 mages."

"Besides the magicians, there were about 5 to 600 civilians."

French Fries quickly asked, "Were you also captured?"

"No, they're in cahoots."

"What race?"

"people."

"Where are you from? Have you ever unintentionally used any special self-designations?"

The headless horseman said sadly.

"I am sorry, great adventurers. The moment we finished building the underground palace, we were all slaughtered. Our bodies were thrown into a cyclical magic circle and shaped into headless horsemen to wander around."

"That's all I know about them."

"Perhaps if you delve deeper, you will find more information."

The jailer hesitated for a moment and asked again, "Is the way to open the door really to throw in high-value items?"

"Yes, valuable monster materials, magic crystals, gold coins, and silver coins are all welcome. Only those that meet the criteria for the magic circle will be opened."

"If you attempt to force your way in, the chain magic array will collapse the space within the area, causing the underground palace to sink and become difficult to find."

The person in the quilt clicked their tongue in amazement: "Wow, does this count as spending real money to clear a dungeon? I've been playing Stellaris for so long, and I've never seen a game where you have to spend money to clear a level."

That sounds like such an unusual piece of evidence.

After pressing him further, and confirming that there was truly no other solution but to spend money, Jiang Heyi couldn't help but scratch his head.

The French fry stared thoughtfully at the coin slot.

This design is practically blatant robbery.

In front of the projector, the candlelight, having taken a sip of tea, couldn't help but smile.

During the conversation with number ②, her expression gradually became more varied, whereas she had remained calm throughout.

“That’s right, that’s the reaction,” she said. “It’s so funny.”

He glanced at number ②, said nothing, and continued watching.

The four Primarchs returned to the guild, dragging six boxes containing white and green junk materials—thanks to the Dragon Knight and the players who invaded the guild.

There's a [Nameless Ratman with a Severed Arm]. Whether it's for sightseeing or out of malice, if it dies in the guild, there's a chance it'll give the guild a small gift. The materials slid into the coin slot and headed towards the end of the deep passage.

Box after box, the coin slots like gaping maws of an abyss, greedily devouring the money at the boundary between the real and the virtual, yet showing no sign of ever being opened.

The six boxes, which were fully loaded, were emptied, but the gate remained completely unmoved.

Everyone looked back at the headless horseman.

"Not valuable enough."

"Tsk."

She checked herself in bed and found a spare purple-grade dagger, which she stuffed into the quilt without saying a word.

"Consider it my first 6 yuan recharge."

The clanging sound of daggers striking the inner wall of the passage echoed, but the door still said "NO" to everyone.

The jailer waved his hand and said, "I'll go get the purple material box!"

We continue to thank the Dragon Knights Guild for their generous sponsorship; they haven't even used up all the abundant items and materials they obtained from the raid.

A total of 121 purple materials filled three boxes, which were then roughly stuffed into the coin slots.

Seeing the jailer stuff the first box in, Jiang Heyi felt a pang of heartache.

If the dungeon doesn't drop the [Twilight Vampire] equipment blueprint at the end, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

The fries have tasted good again.

A blueprint for the "Twilight Vampire Blade" has been posted, indicating that this is a top-tier item with explosive effects.

Upon arriving at the door, they simply raised their hands and collected the toll.

Try your luck with the first purchase of the green and white material boxes; if you don't get the desired items, then spend a lot more money and try to change your fate with real money.

“I think we should probably stop,” the two said almost simultaneously.

"Ah, should we stop?" Zhong Zemo was helping the bed empty the second box. "We've already thrown in so much, should we stop now?"

That sounds like it's all about spending money on in-game purchases!

The tomb entrance is like a gacha pool with no guaranteed drop rate, no probability of success, and no visible progress.

Zhong Zemo is now at the stage of feeling sorry for sunk costs.

Fortunately, the great teacher was of sound mind and immediately realized what he had said.

He turned and glared at the headless horseman, but the headless horseman was also completely innocent.

That's how it was designed. What can someone do if a knife is held to their neck?

If they cannot provide a solution that satisfies the magicians, they will be "eliminated".

If he won't do it, there are plenty of "people" who will.

Necromantic magic resurrects flesh and blood, manipulating them to continue working.

"Tell me, where does all this material poured into the coin slot go?"

"The central warehouse for maintaining the operation of the magic array," the headless knight replied. "It is sorted according to rarity and then screened to determine whether it can be directly decomposed into energy."

How long will the process take?

"If the magic array is not operating efficiently, it will be consumed in two or three days."

"Is the area where the central warehouse is located easy to reach?"

“Uh…” the headless knight sighed, “We designed an excellent modular palace.”

Got it. This underground palace can be mobilized within a certain range for each area.

Even if we find the map now, it won't be of much use.

He complained in bed, "Wow, why did you design the map structure to be so easy?!"

"I won't be the first to be eliminated..." The Headless Horseman was very honest. "Whether the landscape, art, and map design are good or bad is quite obvious, there's no way to trip me up."

After much deliberation, Jiang Heyi gritted his teeth.

"fall!"

The jailer said slyly, "Really? You said it yourself that it's a sunk cost."

Jiang Heyi clenched his fist: "If I don't fall, how can I go in and kill that beastly bastard, the palace master?"

It's no longer a question of whether it's a dungeon or not.

The actions of the palace owner are infuriating for no apparent reason.

It had little to do with his ruthless massacre of craftsmen; everyone vaguely sensed that the anger came from elsewhere.

You can live without blueprints, but you can't live without breathing!
At this moment, what was poured into the coin slot was no longer material, but the anger of everyone on the boundary between the virtual and the real.

"Fine, fine, three boxes are in, aren't you going to open the door?"

He jumped out of bed and kicked the door.

"Come on, let's see how many resources you can devour!"

Impatient for Zhong Zemo to return to the guild and empty her coffers, she began to sift through the items she carried, to see which ones she could give a try.

The jailer was the same.

Even the fries were eager to get started, cracking their knuckles as they rummaged through their backpacks.

The headless horseman dared not breathe—though he was unable to breathe.

The atmosphere was eerily strange, and the people on the boundary between reality and illusion seemed to be possessed by demons; the slightest spark would cause an explosion.

Even though the person is dead, he can still feel it.

Zhong Zemo is back.

"Mint and Kesha thought we were in big trouble and insisted on coming to help."

He said, "I've never seen us use up materials so quickly. Even Elaine thought we were in big trouble and needed help."

He burst into laughter under the covers: "Hahaha, help! That's invincible!"

Two sets of red materials and 32 sets of purple materials entered, and a rumbling sound came from the gate.

There was no joy, no celebration; everyone simply drew their weapons and drank the potion in silence.

The headless horseman cautiously reminded him, "Remember to burn... the corpse for me."

Before he could finish speaking, the seven people rushed into the tomb through the wide-open door, moving with lightning speed.

The skeletal guardians that had just been revived behind the door instantly turned into a sky full of bone dust.

They fell into eternal sleep without even raising their hands.

Anything that moves is the enemy; all undead creations along the way vanish in an instant.

The candlelight before the projection suggests that this represents the pinnacle of combat power at the boundary between the real and virtual realms since the Temple of the Clarity.

As the Lord said, "The power of the mind is limitless."

Number ② couldn't break her habit of going against the candlelight; when the candlelight was happy, she felt uncomfortable all over.

She retorted, "What's so funny? It's ridiculous."

"It's pointless, why did you stay to watch?"

It remains a straightforward narrative, but the candlelight's straightforward narrative, when it falls into the ears of number ②, carries an eerie and unsettling effect.

"Humph!"

Number ② stood up angrily, turned around and left.

Chen Shaoyu muttered to himself as he squatted by the table, eating his snacks.

"She's really determined to go against you. She clearly wants to keep watching and gather more information about the current boundary between reality and virtuality."

"Speaking of which, I also feel that this dungeon is a bit..."

Candlelight hints: "Is it a bit different from the other dungeons in StarCraft?"

"Yes, is there really only one solution?"

“Yes,” Candlelight replied, “You can only beat the game by spending money. In your words… if you don’t spend money, don’t play.”

Chen Shaoyu said thoughtfully, "I have a feeling that your Lord is doing this on purpose."

"Of course it was intentional. Not only that, this little dungeon also hides a lot of the Overlord's wicked tastes."

(End of this chapter)