T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 317, Section 316: Can I have your nun's habit?

As an Easter egg level, the game's design is full of malice.

Knowing that the designer is the Overlord, Fries vaguely guessed that the hidden plot was also intricately connected to the Overlord himself.

"Did I interrupt your gaming experience?" she asked.

Candlelight didn't hide anything: "The mystery of the dungeon's background story exists in a dedicated level. I don't want the current fragmented information to mislead you or cause you to misunderstand the master, after all..."

“You are special; Anna’s fate rests in your hands.”

The jailer couldn't help but say, "Let's not talk about that now. I just want to know if they've killed them all this time?"

"The current instance you are experiencing is the doomsday they are facing."

French fries connect all the information.

"The source of the lowly people's anxiety is your master. In order to avoid the master's order of extermination, they hide and try to disguise themselves through special rituals to escape the pursuit of flesh monsters."

"The sacrificial ritual appears to be a disguise, making it difficult for your ruler to find and descend?"

The candlelight smiled and nodded, indicating that she was right.

"But they still failed. The power of the Sovereign descended upon this 'paradise,' and all punishments became tangible."

Orange Tea murmured, "Visualization...so that flesh and blood tree was covered with dissected organs, and they even had prices listed."

Everyone suddenly realized.

The sins committed by the lowly have returned to them in a way that is visible to the naked eye.

They abused and kept other races, harvesting their bodies as material, and the flesh and blood tree completed its judgment in the same way.

"What is the manipulation of the bone dragon's spirit?"

“Souls are also high-value materials, and necromancers, puppeteers, and even some special array masters have a high demand for them,” Candlelight said. “Immaculate spirits with high plasticity are extremely rare, so children under the age of 6 are their primary hunting targets.”

The woman in the blankets understood: "So the bone dragons restrained their spirits, repeatedly tormenting and ravaging them?"

The jailer scratched his head: "Oh no, if we kill the bone dragon, wouldn't that be aiding and abetting evil, and letting them get away with it?"

Candlelight laughed: "This does not change the fact that they were dominated and exterminated in history. It is only included in the game to make the lowly race infamous for ten thousand years. If it can provide some warning to certain civilizations and inspire those brave and fearless rebels, it would be excellent."

"Players are free to do whatever they want. The most important thing in a game is to have fun, right?"

The candlelight is so understanding... no, it should be her masters who are understanding.

If the Overlord truly cares, considering the massive amount of malice in the Easter egg level, he probably wouldn't mind adding another setting: flesh and blood creations cannot be killed, to thoroughly disgust war-crazed players.

But he didn't do that; instead, he designed falling objects.

Ok……

Let's find a chance to cut down the Flesh Tree too. The Bone Dragon has some good treasures, maybe it will have some too?

"Candlelight, you said you could do whatever you wanted, but why didn't the nun give me her nun's habit when I asked her for it when the server opened?" Jailer Bro asked, puzzled.

The candlelight went silent.

"Although the game is very free, I still hope that the jailer can control it a little."

"Suppose that in the future you choose to become Anna's solution, and you encounter those alien races..."

"Right away, touch their ears and feel their texture," the jailer interrupted. "Then their tails!"

After a two-second silence, Candlelight didn't reply. She waved her hand forward, and a portal appeared faintly.

"Why is everyone so silent? Don't you want to touch it?" the jailer asked, puzzled.

The group followed them through the passage.

Just like the special level that contains 8 chests, under the sky, wheat ears sway on both sides, and at the end of the only road stands a church-like building.

The candlelight stopped: "Everything you want is here."

Knowing that the candlelight had given them a special opportunity to learn about the final moments of the lowly, Fries couldn't help but be curious.

"Does this count as cheating?"

“The Easter egg level is an exception.” Candlelight covered his mouth. “In the words of the Overlord, the Easter egg is dessert.”

"Brother jailer."

Before he had taken more than a few steps, the jailer was stopped by the candlelight.

"Forget it, it's okay."

The jailer looked puzzled, but only after he walked away did Candlelight reveal an evil smile.

Chen Shaoyu felt a chill run down his spine upon witnessing this scene.

"What did you do?"

The corners of the candlelight couldn't stop smiling; they were practically pointing to the sky.

Pushing open the building's heavy stone door, the interior space that comes into view is significantly larger than the visible exterior.

This is a library, where an endless collection of books spirals upwards along the central pillar, reaching straight to the sky.

The area around the pillar was unusually empty. Only upon closer inspection could one glimpse a graceful figure from behind in the darkness.

The nun's skin was exceptionally fair, and the warm light streaming from the dome illuminated her alabaster-like complexion, making her appear as beautiful as white jade.

Her silver hair cascaded down to her waist, and she swayed slightly, like a waterfall pouring onto her black nun's robe in the night.

The lowly man's library appeared eerily behind the nun, blocking the jailer's view as he searched downwards.

"It's over, the jailer Gotham."

Jiang Heyi reached out and pressed down on his shoulder to stop him from offending this important NPC in the storyline.

"Who do you think I am? I'm not some hotheaded idiot. Of course, understanding the plot is my top priority!"

The noise made the nun turn around.

Flawless facial features, an alluring figure, and a pair of captivating light blue eyes that seem to ripple with the light of water.

French Fries, as an amateur writer, provided a precise summary.

"A succubus in a nun's habit."

"A monster that teases players with its abstinent attire, creating a striking contrast."

Just being stared at by her makes my heart race.

Her charm transcends gender; the temperature of everyone present rose!

Gamers enjoy debating and naturally like to create various lists and tables.

The boundary between the virtual and real worlds is why the T0 guild is named as such.

A ranking of game character appearance also exists.

If Jiang Heyi remembers correctly, Xilu and Freya are currently recognized as the top-tier beauties among StarCraft players.

Is this person in front of me someone who can be considered a T0-level player on par with the boundary between the virtual and real worlds?

By stuffing such a ridiculously good-looking monster into one of the small levels of the Easter egg level, the Lord of Candlelight truly understands the principle that good looks are justice, and therefore you are right because you are good-looking.

"It seems you are adventurers who have stumbled upon the trial scene by mistake."

Her voice was equally melodious and moving.

It didn't sound like a strained, forced voice; the tone was soft and natural.

She snuggled closer to Zhong Zemo in the blankets.

"Looks like a bed, sounds like a bed... this thing must be a succubus."

She and the fries were of the same mind.

The fact that such a realistic game as Proof of the Stars lacked succubi was a source of great regret for many gamers.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Jiang Heyi was the first to react and nodded.

He pretended not to know the situation and asked, "What happened here? Are you the one who started the massacre?"

"Massacre?"

The nun tilted her head in confusion, a small gesture that made her appear even more charming.

"You haven't been reading the history books of the lowly and mistakenly believe we are demons, have you?"

“You lowly ones, you are the race most adept at writing history.” “You gloss over the persecution of others, and regard the hatred aroused by the cruelty of others as ‘jealousy’.”

"They laugh loudly when they raise the butcher's knife, but cry out for injustice when the knife falls on them. They open their mouths to discriminate and close their mouths to persecute."

The nun sneered, "My Lord is merely repeating what they have done in their own lives. Why can't the lowly bear it?"

As she spoke, the nun picked up the paper and pen on the table and began to sketch in the air.

At the same time, two different projections appeared in the empty space behind the boundary between the real and the virtual.

One of them is a transformation of the original historical records written by the lowly.

The other painting, created by the nun, depicts a true history through the contrast of various races and civilizations.

This is completely contrary to the true history of the lowly person's account of being envied and persecuted.

“A total of 107 countries participated in the general purge of the lowly,” the nun said. “History speaks for itself; a civilization can be hated by hundreds of times its own size over a span of thousands of years.”

"I think the problem isn't with my Lord, but with them."

"Everyone..."

"Wouldn't you support the lowly?"

The nun tilted her head again, a dangerous red light reflecting in her pale blue eyes.

"No, I just think you weren't killing fast enough!" the jailer replied immediately.

The nun paused for two seconds, then said regretfully, "This is not our problem. In order to achieve judgment, I cannot let the lowly die too peacefully."

She summoned the curtain of light.

Within the light screen, a group of lowly people hiding deep within the Wanderers' Paradise are being devoured by flesh-and-blood vines.

The thorny vines pierced into flesh and blood, continuously absorbing the body's power.

Even after they were drained of their life force, they remained conscious.

The light curtain suddenly changed, and on the boundless wasteland, a group of people were running away in vain.

From God's perspective, the boundary between reality and illusion is clearly visible. Whenever they are about to see the scenery beyond the horizon, a huge finger will gently stroke the ground.

As if gently pushing a globe, in an instant, the progress of the lowly were reduced to zero.

Endless punishment.

"Do you think the severity of the punishment is sufficient?"

Jiang Heyi sensed the impending decision.

It seems to have been triggered by the jailer's comment, "I feel like we're not killing fast enough?"

The option is clear.

"Not enough!" all seven people said in unison.

The incredibly high synchronization rate even made the nun blink.

They all saw joy in those captivating eyes.

The choice is correct!

The prize pool is still piling up!

The nun dragged out a brand new projection.

This place is no longer within the instance; it seems to be a city-state located in the outside world.

The sky dimmed, and a blood-red pillar of light descended from the heavens, shooting to the ground and forming a dark red swamp that stretched across the land.

The indescribable sea lily leaped from the abyss-like pool of blood, its body covered in blood and bits of flesh, and smashed through the seemingly impregnable city wall like a robot vacuum cleaner.

The magicians attacked with all their might, but could only leave a few inconspicuous bumps on its body, which healed in an instant.

Blood splattered everywhere, and wherever it went, the lowly wailed in despair.

Within a few breaths, the sea lily's body was covered with lowly people who had been captured and dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Instead of swallowing them directly, it grabs pieces of flesh from the ground, pushes them into their esophagus with its tentacles, and then stirs them up.

The nun smiled and said, "The rulers of the lowly have taken children for their own amusement, forcing them to kill each other and eat each other. Tell me, is this how the Lord judges people?"

On the other side of the screen, footage was playing of the officials committing atrocities around a group of pitiful mothers and children.

Given the stark contrast, even if it weren't for the accumulating prize pool and rewards, a person with a conscience probably wouldn't say "it's wrong".

The nun gritted her teeth and said "yes," then continued projecting.

A bizarre model, seemingly blessed by Khorne, a war chariot forged from flesh and bones, led all sorts of flesh-and-blood creatures to ravage the land, staining every corner of the lowly civilization with blood and calamity, and staining the end of the lowly's history with the most morbid scarlet.

Watching city after city fall, seeing people struggle and pray desperately before they die, but no god responds, and instead one flesh and blood creature after another descends, I feel a strange sense of comfort at the boundary between reality and illusion.

The contrasting projections provided by the nun were so visually striking that the atrocities committed by the lowly were so egregious that even a pig with a conscience would be moved to tears and have its eyes wide with rage.

Even the most virtuous and wise men, witnessing their atrocities, could only remain silent.

Reason is for humans; animals can only understand fists and violence.

The nun asked 10 questions about the boundary between reality and illusion.

The boundary between the real and virtual worlds was responded to with 10 votes in favor.

As the projection ended and the crimson light faded, the library returned to its tranquility.

The dust particles floating in the air glittered, and the nun smiled, as holy as an angel.

"Amazing."

"The Lord should be pleased with your answer."

"May you be blessed."

As she spoke, she opened her arms to the crowd.

Amidst the dazzling brilliance, the rainbow light became even more striking.

Five rainbow orbs landed with a thud.

"Wow!"

The chorus of frogs was equally synchronized.

“You should accept this greeting.” The nun seemed amused by the crowd’s reaction.

Orange Tea stepped forward to announce the results.

2 copies of [Divine Forging Universal Material]

Another ball filled with double rewards!

2 copies of [Divine Forging Universal Material]

[Avatar Fragments] 60 pieces.

2 copies of [Divine Forging Universal Material]

2 copies of [Divine Forging Universal Material]

Jiang Heyi was stunned and couldn't help but swallow.

This is too cool!

With a total of 8 sets of Divine Forging Universal Materials, plus the rewards from the previous Treasure Chest level, Elera was overjoyed.

With her abilities, there's no way she could fail to forge even a single guaranteed drop after a 10-forge success.

The avatar fragments are even more divine; if you gather them together, the guild's fourth avatar will be close to being created!

There was a reason why the candlelight led them here. Although no hints were given, everyone followed their instincts and gave answers that perfectly suited the nun's wishes.

It doesn't seem difficult for Chinese players. Most people would say "should" even if it's just for the reward, they would say it against their conscience.

"Since you have all passed all the tests perfectly, I have a small reward for you."

The jailer licked his lips: "Could you give me your nun's habit?"

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(End of this chapter)