T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 325, Section 324: Cheating
The water monster jailer hadn't spoken in the group chat for several hours straight.

When it started bubbling again, it was already 8 p.m.

After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Heyi, who was lying on the sofa with fries and playing video games, immediately perked up.

Like a guy from school days who would run to the next class to confess his feelings to someone. Whether he succeeded or not, there would always be a chorus of cheers from the class when he left and returned.

Everyone's reactions were exactly the same, while the jailer, amidst the endless question marks from the crowd waiting for a response, sent out a leopard-shaped emoji.

"Stop just sending emojis and saying something! Give me your lines!" Zhong Zemo urged.

"I really don't know what to say."

"You didn't get along well?"

"Can't talk about it."

"I didn't find anyone I liked."

"I wouldn't say."

While everyone was getting impatient, the jailer described some details of the blind date.

The other person was a girl the same age as her, who had just entered the workforce not long ago.

He is indeed good-looking. His relatives did not exaggerate in their descriptions; they genuinely considered his needs carefully, and we appreciate that.

The two had a fairly lavish meal at the restaurant where they met. The prison guard was a little nervous before setting off because of the "blind date" theme, but once in reality, he was still the social terrorist he always was, and the conversation never faltered.

During the meal, the prison guard confirmed that the other person did indeed share the same hobby as him, usually enjoying playing games to pass the time, and they could find several common topics to talk about.

Orange Tea asked in bewilderment, "Isn't everything fine?"

"Maybe our brainwaves don't match. We can have a casual chat, but I feel that if we try to have a deeper conversation, I'll be disappointed. It's just a gut feeling."

The Primordial One wondered: "Maybe putting on a nun's habit will change your mind?"

Zhong Zemo sighed, "That's it. The jailer is destined to be alone. There's no way a girl in a nun's habit will come and love him, or let him love her. He's just dreaming."

Jiang Heyi complained: "I don't think the prison guard is so confused about reality and virtuality. I now suspect that the other party's leg shape is not good, which makes him use these excuses to fool everyone."

The jailer was also frustrated, regretting that he hadn't read more books, that his rhetoric was poor and he couldn't express his feelings, and that he couldn't even refute his friends.

In short, the blind date went smoothly, but ended in failure.

"Never mind that, let's talk about what we'll be doing online tonight."

Jiang Heyi said, "Rest and relax."

Since the game launched, the boundary between reality and virtuality has been rapidly advancing through dungeons and storylines, leaving no time to experience other gameplay features.

Now that there's a lull in the season, it's time to slow down and prepare for the upcoming World Championship.

For several days, both inside and outside the game, things were calm.

The boundary between reality and illusion has long since fallen silent.

Players who are used to being bombarded with major news about the boundary between reality and virtuality every few days are suddenly finding it a bit strange.

With the gossip creators ceasing their activity, players are left with nothing to eat but the incredible players within the game, making for an unbalanced experience.

Fortunately, the official account of the virtual-real boundary has maintained a consistent update frequency.

Since the server opened, various dungeon strategy guides and optimized images and videos have been released one after another, and the romance VOLG is also updated every two days in a 1-2 minute format, which is very regular.

In their spare time, everyone gradually finalized the details of the account's first commercial order.

A while ago, Jiang Heyi suggested that after receiving their dividends, they should each visit the welfare homes and nursing homes in their respective areas.

Orange Tea has a high level of execution; it was implemented in just two days.

When everyone learned that she had brought 50 kilograms of fruit and agricultural products to the event, they were speechless.

All sorts of agricultural products were grown in the hometown of Ju Zicha. Because they couldn't be sold at a good price, her family gave her a lot of them.

While the conversation was taking place, the Tea Master was already packing and shipping orders for everyone in the guild.

A huge package full of packages really made everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds have a hard time carrying it.

Upon opening the package, the three giants of the Rutaceae family—tangerine, orange, and grapefruit—immediately capture everyone's attention.

Next up was the monk fruit, which was rather inconspicuous in the corner and had been squeezed and had its shell slightly broken by the Rutaceae family.

The orange tea shop also thoughtfully provided a lot of dried tangerine peel for use.

Even now, the aroma of fruit still lingers in everyone's homes.

Since there were only a few months left until the end of the year, she made a special trip home to ask her family to reserve some fruit for everyone during the New Year, which prompted her to repeatedly say, "That's enough, that's enough."

The fruit that belonged to the prison guard was delivered to their home, and the family enjoyed it immensely, praising it highly.

This puzzled the jailer: "How come such a good product can't be sold?"

Jiang Heyi helped explain: "The biggest cost of fruit is transportation and storage. The price offered by people who go to the countryside to buy fruit is often very low, so we often see fruit farmers selling fruit from small tricycles on the streets here."

This year, the lowest purchase price my family heard of for pomelos was 9 cents, and the highest was no more than 1.5 cents.

Oranges range from a minimum of 6 mao to a maximum of 1.1.

This purchase price has led many people to prefer holding onto their shares and waiting to see how the market changes, rather than selling them easily.

The jailer naturally offered his advice.

"Then we'll help them sell it. Players often say that everything can be sold after a single rebirth. They've been waiting for this day since the server opened, so let's fulfill their wishes."

The Stars of Proof player community has a competitive spirit, with well-known guilds in the Chinese server and recognized as T0 in the world server.

Whether they gain fame through personal influence or by operating guild accounts, they inevitably step into the world of live-streaming e-commerce.

People are betting that the boundary between the real and the virtual will also emerge, it's just a matter of time.

The initial betting thread received tens of thousands of comments, with most people guessing they couldn't stand it for more than three months.

As a result, the boundary between the virtual and the real remained unmoved for almost four months, with no movement even as the year-end approached, leading many to exclaim that it was inhuman.

The idea is there, but when it comes to execution, we're not clueless, so we should consult experienced people.

Both the elders in the quilt and the prison guard's family suggested finding someone to oversee quality control.

The idea of ​​helping farmers is good, but we must not let it become a double-edged sword in the process of implementation, harming both the fruit farmers and the reputation of the "virtual and real boundaries".

Ultimately, it was Yuan Huanye who made the decision.

"You two brothers should make the trip yourself."

This was the time he spoke in a way that was most considerate of the prison guard's pride. It was clearly a way of letting the older brother, Yuan Yuwen, who had been trained early, show his younger brother the ropes and give him a live demonstration.

The family also arranged for two people to accompany them through their connections.

The jailer had said those things to his superiors that day, so he couldn't find a reason to stay at home.

“A man should be responsible for his words. You said you would help, but when it comes to execution you only want others to do the work. There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

"Even the best ideas are just empty talk if they are not put into practice."

"If I had been as slow and indecisive as you back then, would you have been lying in the house playing games day and night and just wasting your time?"

"Everything you eat, wear, and live in—was earned by your father. If you have an idea, you should act on it. If you don't, you'll only regret it when you're old, muttering, 'Ah, if only I had done that back then.'"

These words left the jailer speechless. Although he had made money and gained fame, in terms of life experience and insights, a hundred of them combined couldn't compare to his father.

So the jailer ran all the way to Orange Tea's hometown and wandered all over the mountains with a group of people.

When he went online in the evening, he complained to everyone that his sleep quality was getting better and better. Orange Tea laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Could it be bad?

An orchard often means a hilltop. Don't be fooled by the heavy carrying poles the farmers carry; they are full of fruit, and they can walk down the mountain quickly and easily by manpower.

But those are experienced farmers who have practiced a lot. When they actually do it, one session is equivalent to a full cardio workout at the gym.

The family has already told Orange Tea that the prison guard brother, feeling that his training is showing initial results, insists on taking over an old farmer's carrying pole to practice.

His face was already flushed red after walking less than 1000 meters.

If it weren't for his older brother Yuan Yuwen being very considerate and saying, "Don't be so stubborn if you've hurt your back," allowing him to back down gracefully, he would have wanted to crawl into a hole.

"Working like crazy, I only earn 60 cents a pound of fruit." Stepping out of the warm house, the prison guard received a harsh lesson from reality.

Yuan Yuwen corrected: "It's not about earning 60 cents per pound, it's about taking 60 cents per pound."

"Personal hard work and working from dawn till dusk are difficult to quantify; they can only be assessed based on the changing market. How much do you think your physical strength can be sold for?"

The jailer remained silent.

If he could, he would be willing to price it at 1, but he's sure no one would buy it.

"How much do you think we should sell it for?" he asked.

"60 cents a pound".

The jailer's eyes widened.

Yuan Yuwen said helplessly: "I am a consumer. The price of goods increases at every level before they reach me. Consumer demand must also be taken seriously. Low prices hurt farmers, but as for high prices, people will complain. This has been the case since ancient times."

He continued, "So you shouldn't think about pricing too outrageously. What you should do is sell the inventory at a price that the villagers can accept and the market can accept, so that everyone can benefit."

"That sounds pretty difficult."

These past two days, interacting with different people, the prison guard has come to deeply appreciate his father's hardships.

The value of his self-made success was finally fully validated by his impulsive actions.

“If you find the path you’ve chosen difficult, finish it this year and you don’t have to come back next year.” Yuan Yuwen shrugged. “Dad only asked me to help you for this one year.”

Many in the prison guard's family thought he might give up halfway, so they handed the matter over to Yuan Yuwen and watched from the sidelines.

Although the prison guard has turned his life around and gradually become more self-disciplined, he still lacks the courage to face challenges head-on in reality.

Unlike his family, the boundary between reality and illusion trusts the prison guard brother quite a bit.

There's no other reason than that, even though the jailer brother keeps saying he deals with different people every day.

He gossiped about how some people, all smiles, secretly stuffed bad fruit into the high-quality fruit he had carefully selected, thus passing it off as good quality.

But he never said, "I can't do it anymore, I don't want to do it anymore."

Jiang Heyi hit the nail on the head: "He just lacks a quantifiable goal. We just need someone to help him break down the tasks."

Yuan Yuwen is currently helping with this work.

Orange Tea suggested, "Tomorrow is a day off, I'll go back and help out."

"Tea Master, save me!"

Seeing that someone in the group was going to help, the prison guard stopped pretending and directly called for help.

When the game started at night, Jiang Heyi first inspected the forging progress of Eleravie.

Since Eleravi failed to forge and became a member of the guild, she has failed to forge three times in a row.

Elaevi sat casually in front of the forge, one hand supporting her chin, legs spread apart, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the fire, her expression ferocious.

You could faintly hear her dragon roar squeezed out from between her teeth.

As expected of the top-tier equipment in the game, the Origin Element has driven the continent's top craftsmen to the brink of collapse.

Jiang Heyi looked down at Bohe.

"How many days has she been like this?"

"I can't remember, it's almost become the norm."

Mint grabbed a piece of Zhong Zemo's freshly baked pizza, took a big bite, and chewed it with satisfaction.

Compared to Elena's less-than-smooth progress, her practical experience was remarkably smooth sailing.

Since overcoming the "hurdle" mentioned by Kesha, her subsequent progress has been rapid, and she can easily apply what she has learned to other situations.

This made Kexia's first reaction upon seeing Jiang Heyi not to wrap its tail around her and hug her, but rather to look at her with surprise and admiration.

"Well, she really is a genius. I didn't expect that, besides potions, she also has a unique side in actual combat."

Considering the shattering of the Anna world, and the fact that Mint could not only realize the truth of the world's end but also walk in the collapsing world and resist extreme magical phenomena, Jiang Heyi felt that this was just a barely fulfillment of her talent.

As the group approached Ailera, she turned around abruptly. Before she could finish her muttering, she saw Jiang Heyi's face, and her anger vanished.

The mighty dragon actually showed a humble and ashamed expression.

"that……"

“Unexpected events, I know. Forging is always full of unexpected events, especially with rare materials at the top of the world. No one has any forging experience, and you have to learn by trial and error.”

Jiang Heyi's interruption left Ailerawei stunned, and she felt even more ashamed.

After spending a long time together, I've figured out the dragon's temperament and the boundaries between reality and illusion.

She is proud, but not arrogant.

After repeated failures, he had become somewhat dejected.

"After this batch is finished, whether it's successful or not, let's take a break for now. We're not in a hurry."

Elaevi became anxious instead: "How can this be? Didn't you say you were about to participate in some important adventure, and that you urgently needed to be armed to the teeth?"

She felt deeply uneasy about her broken promise.

When they visit, they speak with absolute certainty; when they lose, they fall into the realm of reality and illusion.

It is said with certainty that it belongs to the boundary between the real and the virtual, and that the next forging will definitely succeed.

Then the time after that...

For a craftsman, failing to produce the equipment required by the employer within the specified time limit, leaving the employer to meet the challenge in a flawed state, is a great disgrace!

"The latest news is that you have two weeks left to forge your weapon."

Elaevi murmured, "That's three furnaces."

"Hmm... half a month?" She realized, "The guild's uncertain hunt has finally been scheduled?"

Jiang Heyi nodded.

All matters concerning the true World Championship were finalized by nightfall.

The number ②, which had been dragging the candlelight for nearly 10 days, took out the last piece of the puzzle.

Half a month later in the game, and a week later in reality, the collision between the two worlds officially begins.

Based on the information revealed by the candlelight, the boundary between reality and illusion has been determined...

Number ②, cheated.

(End of this chapter)