T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 327, Section 326: First 100 jin (50 catties)

The referee will freeze player data, and the duration will depend on the amount of data.

This brief window of opportunity provided room for wind-weaving operations.

"The players in the Three Realms likely received a hint from her agent to conquer some special, high-experience dungeons, without taking the final reward from any of them, until she gives the order..."

Jiang Heyi understood: "Experience points are tied up."

French Fries asked, puzzled, "But our levels have a cap. Once we reach the cap, our experience points stop increasing."

“The Tower World level cap is 50,” Candlelight said. “When Sunset seals data, she will gradually transform into a [Tower World Judge], and therefore the data she stores will also be tagged with Tower World.”

"The probability of success and failure is 50/50, but given the large number of cases, there will always be lucky ones."

Orange Tea got anxious: "As the referee, Yuu-Lu should realize this, right? Shouldn't there be a punishment?"

“I’m sorry, I don’t think so.” Candlelight sighed. “This can’t be called cheating, so it can’t be punished by the rules. It can only be condemned by morality, and Weaving Wind, she has no morality.”

"If we're going to trace it back, I can only blame myself for losing that part of my memory. I'm the one who dragged you all down with me, and this world as a result."

The jailer, true to his straightforward nature, grumbled, "What does this have to do with you? Your master is a god for leaving such a loophole..."

Before the word "person" could even be uttered, Orange Tea quickly covered her mouth, a layer of white sweat already appearing on her forehead.

The candlelight wasn't angry; on the contrary, it was quite cheerful.

"The ruler won't mind."

This has certainly piqued everyone's curiosity.

From the words spoken by candlelight, the image of the ruler as kind and gentle has long been deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

Here comes the problem...

Jiang Heyi asked curiously, "What kind of remarks would the Overlord mind?"

The candlelight pursed its lips, tilted its head slightly, and gazed at the sky for a while before murmuring something.

"Since my birth, I have served my master and have never heard him angry."

"According to the master, the last wrath was given to the lowly."

If the description is true, it's no wonder that the lowly can be included in the game and their corpses will be forever whipped, forcing even the good-natured ruler of the candlelight to issue an extermination order.

"However, if you criticize the Sovereign in front of all creation, you may be somewhat frightened."

"Creation?" The jailer looked completely bewildered.

Orange Tea reminded: "The flesh priestesses."

The jailer broke out in a cold sweat.

Why is it that a ruler with such a good temper has subordinates who are all inhuman lunatics?
Shouldn't the personalities of creatures be like those of pets, following their owners?

The candlelight steered the conversation back on track.

It's pointless to dwell on whether there are loopholes or not; the problem is a fact, and there's only one solution for the boundary between the virtual and the real—to face the challenge head-on.

The four prototypes joked, "The responsibility has become even heavier."

The number of deaths in Rule 2 of the Wind Weaving game is understandable; once the qualification is exhausted, the player is automatically eliminated.

Candlelight believes this is not a problem regarding the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, because there are ways to increase the number of qualifications within the Tower World.

The core principle is rule three.

"Players can play in the Chaos Tower world without time restrictions... What does that mean?"

“You have 6 hours, they have 9 hours,” Candlelight said. “Nine hours is the maximum game time we can decide.”

"Therefore, players in the Three Realms have more time to experiment."

Jiang Heyi rubbed his forehead.

He could laugh off Zhi Fengdong's other tricks, but when faced with the Three Kingdoms Land, whose average game time was bound to be longer, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The jailer looked bewildered: "Can't we just increase the game time?"

Candlelight said, “Yes, but I must respect the ideas of world leaders. This involves economic and social issues and is far more complex than you think.”

The jailer suddenly realized.

That's right, players who possess the Star Proof device are unlikely to choose other forms of entertainment.

They play games more often, and when they get home they go straight to sleep.

For individual players, this is an incredibly satisfying experience, but when a large group of players makes the same choice, it inevitably causes some unnecessary turmoil and disruption.

The Three Realms are ruled by various scattered forces. It is a cultivation world without a powerful central authority, where each faction acts independently.

They inherently have fewer things to worry about than those in a world with a stable order.

Weaver only needs to drive them into dreams and conquer cities in the game, while Candlelight has a lot more to think about and weigh.

Those who can play the Proof of the Stars are basically extraordinary, and they have no worries about food and drink. They can stay at home and dream, and it doesn't matter if they don't do any production every day, because countless ordinary people will serve them.

These two individuals have completely different attitudes towards the civilizations of the world they live in.

Jiang Heyi forced himself to spit out a mouthful of saliva.

"nausea!"

Despite claiming it was a game to determine the winner, Zhifeng had no intention of a fair fight. His cunning and scheming nature was unmistakable, extending from within the game to outside of it.

Seeing the indignant expressions on the boundary between reality and illusion, she smiled.

"Don't make that face. Imagine you encounter someone cheating and spying on you while playing a game. If she still can't win, what would you do?"

Jiang Heyi clenched his fist: "Type in the public chat, or use voice messages if possible, and send sincere greetings to him and his family, centered on his lineage." Zhong Zemo abandoned his refined manner: "What else can we do but wish him a speedy death and a speedy reunion with his parents who are helping him spy on the screen in heaven."

Candlelight covered her mouth and chuckled softly: "Then look forward to that day. I'll leave the Wind Weaving to you all to enjoy."

"All you need to do now is stay calm and don't get angry. I'll handle this. You just need to focus on playing the game and enjoy everything in life and the game world."

French Fries once imagined that the master behind the candlelight was actually a bewitching evil god, and those flesh and blood creations reflected its true inner self.

But the things the candlelight showed made her unable to help but believe that the paradise described by the candlelight truly existed deep in the vast universe.

After explaining some details, the boundary between reality and illusion was temporarily removed.

Candlelight also set off and found the enamel mug that was chatting with players in Xiangfeng City Square.

Where there is one there are two, and when there are two there are three.

The enamel mug, which was initially reluctant to enter the game, has become a permanent fixture due to the allure of the boundary between reality and virtuality.

The short film about navigating the boundary between reality and illusion hasn't been shown in a long time—he missed the grand spectacle of the Wanderer's Paradise.

After a long period of rest and recuperation, enamel mugs have discovered new pleasures.

He frequented the bars and squares of Xiangfeng City, admiring all sorts of players from different countries, and often mingled with them for a good chat.

He's gotten old and isn't very interested in fighting anymore; he's a pure scenery enthusiast and a casual player.

When he was found, Enamel Mug was leisurely sipping wine provided by the tavern, his face beaming with joy as he basked in the warm sunshine.

The candlelight revealed the purpose of their trip.

"Since the World Championship has been canceled, I will be hosting similar competitions in the game."

"At the same time, to reward players, I will add the option to give away game time."

"Players who receive the reward will have their daily playtime increased by 1 to 3 hours."

"Event duration: 3 months."

The enamel mug initially frowned, remained silent for a long time, then gradually relaxed its brows and nodded slightly.

The candlelight was merely a notification, but it clearly also intended to hear his feedback, a respect that the enamel mug appreciated.

It was only a short-term change, and he believed other leaders would react similarly.

When will the announcement be made?

"tonight."

"So soon?" The enamel mug was taken aback. "When does the event start?"

"In 7 days."

The enamel mug froze again, without any warning.

He hesitated, then tentatively spoke.

"As I mentioned before, what we can get from the World Championship..."

"If we win this event, I will keep my word."

The enamel mug failed to notice the unusual nature of those few words, and its anticipation was rekindled.

The candlelight conjured up a roast duck out of thin air and handed it to Chen Shaoyu, who was drooling as he watched the players in the distance eat.

Then suddenly he asked, "Are you still paying attention to the boundary between the real and the virtual?"

“I’ve been watching the videos, but they’ve been too quiet lately.”

Candlelight smiled and said, "Tomorrow won't be so quiet; they're going to do a live stream."

"Game streaming?"

"Live-streaming e-commerce".

The enamel mug naturally let out an "ah" sound.

The candlelight led the enamel mug into God's-eye view, where it found the jailer and his group in another world, enjoying the fragrance of the city square and introducing tomorrow's live stream to players from all over the world.

"The much-anticipated live-streaming sales segment is finally here!"

"Want to see us crash and burn?"

"If you want to watch, then you've come to the right place! Tune in to the official live stream of the Virtual Reality Boundary account at 12 noon tomorrow!"

The jailer's unique way of introducing himself was truly hilarious.

The enamel mug asked, "What are they selling?"

"Fruit," Chen Shaoyu emphasized, "because fruit that can't be sold at a good price due to price suppression."

Upon hearing this, the enamel cup, which had been cheerfully swayed by the prison guard's words, narrowed its eyes slightly.

Where did the goods come from?

"In the towns and villages near my hometown, there was a lot of unsold orange tea this year. They wanted to do what they could, but they didn't make much money."

The enamel mug's expression softened further, and it asked again, "Can you control the quality well?"

"With the help of the prison guard's family and his personal oversight, there shouldn't be any problems."

Seeing the boundary between the real and virtual worlds mobilized and vigorously promote themselves, the enamel mug suddenly burst into laughter.

“Young people want to do something meaningful for themselves, for society, and for farmers. We elders should also do our part,” the enamel mug said lightly. “Shaoyu, could you tell him to order 100 jin for me?”

As the year draws to a close, whether you keep it for yourself or give it to old friends, it's a good choice.

(End of this chapter)