T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 310, Page 309: Humorous Copy
The roar of the tide was deafening, and the azure blade of light melted through flesh like butter, easily splitting the mountain of flesh in two.

It's like cutting open a pastry with a molten center, and a foul-smelling, dark red liquid flows out with a pungent odor.

The stench and the eerie aroma of burning protein blend together.

French Fries' hand holding the knife trembled, and Zhong Zemo's shield swayed.

The strange smell choked my nasal cavity, and the physiological reaction was a tingling sensation on my scalp, followed by a runny nose and snot.

The overly strong reaction triggered the sensory inhibition of the Proof of the Stars.

It has no strong defensive capabilities; each attack can tear huge gashes on its body, causing blood and flesh to splatter.

"Money, give me the money!"

"Flesh and blood...your flesh and blood..."

"Fresh, living flesh and blood!"

Like a bloated patient, it howled morbidly while moving its excessively obese body and trying to pat its surroundings.

Each strike sprayed out countless fleshy worms.

Fist-sized tumors of flesh rolled to the ground, while others sprouted human-like feet and raced across the ground, heading straight for the boundary between reality and illusion.

Tiny pieces of meat, the size of a fingernail or a grain of rice, wriggled rapidly and crawled out of the center of the liquid.

"Damn it!"

The blankets, like a startled cat, jumped three feet high.

She leaped out of the shadows, slapping her arms to shake off the worms clinging to her.

"They can pass through shadows!"

No spells needed; easily infiltrate the shadows.

These eerie little dots, devoid of eyes and organs, seem to sense where life exists. The spirits and skeletons summoned by the jailer are not the primary targets, while the zombies are instantly devoured by the enemy.

"It's healed?"

French Fries watched in astonishment as the blade, pierced through flesh, was enveloped by swarms of meat, and the wound vanished in a few breaths.

The body, which had been severed in two, was reunited as everyone focused on attacking.

"The Four Primitives!"

As soon as Jiang Heyi opened his mouth, the four original bodies knew what to do.

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The thick beam of light pierced through flesh and blood in an instant, and the high temperature generated by the collision of fire and thunder scorched the flesh and blood hill from the inside out.

With limited offensive capabilities and weak defenses, relying solely on its regenerative abilities to survive, it's even inferior to Gorcalon.

Everything will be alright as long as the elements merge in the rapids of match-3.

With great difficulty, a beam of light several times its own strength swept across flesh and blood, causing crimson mist to rise and dispel the surrounding fog due to the surging magical energy.

In a short while, the hill of flesh and blood vanished into thin air.

"Hoo~~" The Primal took a breath and quickly drank the mint potion to restore its magic power.

"Sure enough, sustained damage is the most effective way to deal with these tough opponents. Forcibly interrupting their recovery solves the problem..."

Blood gushed out, and torrential rain poured down.

In an instant, the blood at the boundary between reality and illusion was above their feet, and the stench of pus filled their nostrils, once again stirring up unpleasant memories for everyone.

In the torrential rain, the outline of the mountain of flesh was silently sketched out.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to everyone's sight unscathed.

"Money...money...!"

Roaring, the fleshy hill changed its appearance.

The uneven, slimy surface was covered with ghastly human faces.

Like people drowning, they reach out their hands out of their flesh and blood, waving wildly, trying to grasp at a straw.

Hands became the "oars" that propelled the fleshy hill forward, and with hands as feet, it charged forward at high speed like a spider.

The group narrowly escaped, only to be met with a swarm of fleshy worms crawling on the ground.

The fleshy hill swayed rhythmically, its massive body trembling as more and more "lice" fell, growing larger and larger, vaguely taking on human outlines.

Orange Tea couldn't avoid it and was bitten on the finger by a fist-sized worm.

The fire spirit promptly breathed fire, scorching the attacker, but healing magic could not heal the wounds.

For a moment, blood flowed like a torrent.

Someone in bed noticed something unusual: "What's going on?"

Orange Tea panicked: "I...I don't know, the bleeding won't stop!"

Zhong Zemo quickly took out the Mint Recovery Potion.

It would have been better if I hadn't drunk it, because the medicine had just taken it and started to take effect. My injured finger swelled up and bled, and the blood gushed out as if it were being pumped.

A strong wave of dizziness washed over her, and Orange Tea could no longer control herself, collapsing to the ground.

Unable to maintain the elemental shield, the blood began to corrode the equipment, emitting a terrifying "sizzling" sound.

The blood splattered from the orange tea gathered in mid-air to form a small bead, which then merged into the body of the fleshy hill.

In an instant, all the meat lumps in the arena appeared to resemble Orange Tea's face.

Orange tea caused bleeding from all seven orifices.

"What kind of magic is this!" Fries exclaimed in disbelief.

Can you manipulate someone's blood just by taking a bite?
"Fresh flesh and blood, a fresh body, a beating heart!"

"I want it, I want it!"

"Money, money, money!"

With a wave of his hand, the jailer unleashed a chain of corpse explosions, clearing out the flesh worms surrounding the support team once again.

His casting speed was fast enough, and his AOE effect was also strong, but it couldn't stop the Roshan from being produced even faster.

The defenses were compromised as soon as they took a breath.

Glancing at the mountain of flesh that ignored the attack and was ecstatic, he hesitated for a moment, then opened his backpack, and several magic crystals appeared in his hand.

Today, in order to trade with players who specialize in crafting, he happened to exchange some items.

The magic crystal struck the surface of the mountain of flesh, hesitated for a moment, and then slid deep into the flesh with a "whoosh".

The distorted human faces floating on the surface of the body, which had originally had their eyes closed, suddenly opened them all.

His pale, distorted face exuded a morbid madness.

"Crystal, crystal!"

"mine!"

"No, it's mine!"

"It's all mine!"

Screaming and roaring, the mountain of flesh trembled, and intense pupa-like sounds emanated from within it.

The dying orange tea suddenly couldn't feel the blood leaving its body, and the stinging pain of its flesh being torn apart.

The healing magic took effect quickly, rapidly healing the wounds on his fingers and restoring color to his pale face.

"what have you done?"

French Fries turned his head in surprise and saw the crystals that the jailer hadn't finished throwing away.

"It seems... money is its weakness."

Upon hearing this, everyone took out the crystals they still had, as well as the copper, silver, and gold coins they kept as collectibles, and threw them out all at once.

"Money, it's money!"

"Our money!"

The voice inside the mountain of flesh couldn't contain its joy.

The crystals, coins, and scrolls attached to its body burned rapidly, igniting the enormous mountain of flesh.

The viscous substance resembled grease, significantly aiding combustion. In an instant, a massive fireball took shape, with raging flames tearing through the red mist.

"Money...it's so hot, money, it's so hot, money!"

"No, intruders..."

"This is our paradise!"

"fight back!"

"Get out! This is a paradise bestowed by God!"

As if only now realizing what had happened, they clumsily turned around, manipulating their charred and stiff bodies. Jiang Heyi's blade, gleaming with the power of a surging tide, flashed, and the fried meatball split in two.

Worried that he wasn't dead yet, the newly recovered Quadruple Body swept through the area again, thoroughly cleaning it and leaving no trace of flesh.

This time, there was no sign of revival.

Zhong Zemo wiped the sweat from his forehead: "This thing is a bit weird."

His anti-magic shield can only force the flesh worms to go around it; to destroy them, you still have to smash them.

"Shouldn't it be 'Harmful Gate'?" the jailer chimed in. "They can kill you with money, how mysterious."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion couldn't help but scratch their heads.

The tomb entrance appears to be opened by inserting a coin.

The monsters here also have a coin-operated, disruptive, infinite respawn mechanism.

Why does it feel like you have to spend money to pass the levels, and if you don't spend money, what's the point of playing?
Wanderer's Paradise is completely different from the game style of Proof of the Stars, directly equating financial resources with the key to clearing levels.

Since the launch of Stars of Proof, the most common way to entice players to spend money on the game has been through the various costumes and furniture sold by the system.

And the self-made item point voucher – a must-buy for players who want to engage in detailed DIY.

In terms of combat-related content, the option of becoming stronger by spending money simply does not exist.

If I had to say something, it seems that Candlelight mentioned it briefly during a dinner party, and that special sound effects might be implemented soon, allowing players to further customize attack effects.

A knife strike to the speaker could become a reality in the future.

"That's not right! That's not right!"

The jailer's shouts made everyone think he had come back to life, so they quickly drew their swords.

He pointed to the spot where the mountain of flesh had disappeared and reminded them, "It fell down! We fed it so much money, and they won't even give us a single orb of light!"

Yes, you don't even get gold coins when you kill monsters.

What a dung monster!
You need to pay in-game currency to enter the dungeon.

To weaken the BOSS mechanics, you have to spend money first.

Spending money not only doesn't yield good products, but it might even result in no sales at all.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Heyi's lips twitched.

"Humorous copy".

He was stunned.

The same complex emotions also surfaced in French Fries' big eyes.

The jailer belatedly realized: "Could this dungeon be the culmination of the Candlelight Clan's masterful understanding of pay-to-win games?"

"Now I know exactly what's funny."

Zhong Zemo rubbed his forehead.

They've all been big spenders in pay-to-win games, no wonder it felt weird from the moment we entered the dungeon.

A tribute, it's all a fucking tribute!
Having sensed the wicked humor hidden by the Lord of Candlelight, no one wanted to continue the appreciation.

We've already sampled enough of these things in our daily lives!

The candlelight, though conveying a message across the distance, was already barely suppressing its laughter.

"Don't give up, the rulers all have different wicked tastes."

Jiang Heyi sighed: "So you tricked us into coming here for fun?"

Candlelight chuckled: "Some rulers couldn't bear to bully the players too much, so they still gave them a little surprise: suffering first and then enjoying the reward."

"Is it okay for you to give us this hint?" the woman in bed asked.

"The Wanderer's Paradise mini-dungeon originally had a special guide NPC designed to remind players at key points that the hard times are over and not to give up," Candlelight said. "I just replaced its function and did it right the first time."

After he finished speaking, the sound of the candlelight faded into the distance.

The boundary between the real and virtual worlds remains unchanged, allowing for rest and reorganization.

The little Easter egg in the title refers to the [Twilight Vampire] set, right?

Good guy.

If there's no reward, it's all just awful fun, and by the end you're guaranteed to have high blood pressure. Forum posts will only be filled with condemnations of "stupid level design."

Record the coordinates, and the jailer is sent out to exchange for crystals.

Everyone has a strong premonition that the indestructible dung monster, the mountain of flesh, will reappear, so we need to be prepared.

The second area reached by the boundary between the virtual and real worlds was a grain warehouse.

The densely packed barns were empty of grain, but the four Primarchs were the first to discover the surprise when they looked down.

The mountain of flesh that had been sleeping at the bottom of the barn was awakened, and a rain of blood fell.

"It has the ability to change the weather; what an amazing weather manipulator."

He marveled at what he had just received and casually tossed out a handful of magic crystals.

This is a real money-spending spree. Nothing here is as effective as throwing money at it.

With the coins embedded in its body, the speed of the mountain of flesh visibly decreased.

After consuming far more coins than the previous Wall of Meat, the Barn Wall of Meat finally spontaneously combusted.

"Why has your appetite increased so much?" the jailer wondered. "It's almost double the amount you booked."

Jiang Heyi complained: "Thinking along the lines of the Dominator's sarcasm is called forcing people to spend money."

"We've already beaten one, are we just going to let all our initial investment go down the drain?"

"Forcing you, who already has sunk costs, to go down a dead end."

Jiang Heyi felt that under the ruler's rule, someone had created an "excellent game" to cater to his tastes.

The game enthusiast, who plays silently, then turns around and incorporates these negative examples as Easter eggs into the game.

That's right. Which gamer who loves games hasn't been scammed by a terrible game?

In order to put into practice the principle that "no one has the right to speak without practice," some players, even knowing it's a terrible game, couldn't resist downloading it to experience it for themselves because everyone was criticizing it.

Then he offered the honest assessment, "Yeah, it really is shit."

In the boundless sea of ​​stars, there will always be a civilization that can resonate with his feelings as firm as a rock.

"Look, this is the stinky dog ​​poop I've tasted. Everyone should try some too."

The jailer felt relieved.

"It seems that the ruler is not a cold god after all. He is quite similar to me. When I see something unpleasant outside, I think of you guys. Good friends should appreciate things together."

Everyone said in unison, "It's just not at times like this that I don't want to be your friend!"

Zhong Zemo joked, "It's only because the Lord of Candlelight doesn't play card games, otherwise he would have created a monster to satirize it."

"I sincerely hope you won't jinx it," Jiang Heyi sighed. "Ideally, the next level would randomly lead to the warehouse gate, allowing for a direct pass. I don't want to try every single dung monster."

The fries were unusually silent.

Orange Tea probe.

"Are you still watching?"

The fries took the books that were stored in the church.

She carefully chose her words and hesitantly expressed her feelings.

"They are hiding from something."

"This ethnic group was thus forced to wander, living in constant fear."

"They were angry and desperate, and they tried to resist."

"But these attempts must have failed, so they eventually didn't even dare to mention the name of that existence."

The group's thoughts, which had been joking about the Candlelight Clan's masterful sarcasm, were pulled back to the game itself.

The backstory of the Wanderers' Paradise is full of the bizarre and fantastical.

The craftsmen identified them as a group of human mages, but what they saw upon entering from the boundary between reality and illusion was chunks of flesh.

"I suspect that they use fragmented symbols to represent their own existence in order to avoid the thing that they both fear and hate."

"The fact that it eventually turned into this inhuman, ghostly, and mangled appearance, probably has something to do with the taboo subject in the text."

Jiang Heyi wondered, "Isn't this the result of their sacrifice? The consequence of invoking the gods."

“The phrase ‘not what I wanted’ appeared in the sacrificial prayers. They are lying about the content of the sacrifice and denying the outcome,” Fries said. “It’s unbelievable that the largest festival would involve both sacrifice and denial.”

　The cat is still missing. I'll finish this chapter and then go back to staking out the surveillance cameras.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)