T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 345, Section 344: Co-renting in Progress

"Everyone, everyone."

Nong Ya posted a beautiful chibi-style emoji of an anime character waving her arms, full of energy, instantly reminiscent of her in real life.

"Because actively distributing strategy guides is too suspicious and not easy to gain the trust of advanced players, I adopted a paid approach."

French fries agreed: "Charging is reasonable; information given away for free always raises suspicion."

Jiang Heyi asked curiously, "How much did you earn?"

Nongya immediately answered: "9."

The prison guard exclaimed in amazement as he sat in front of his computer, "You can earn so much just by letting slip a little bit of information!"

The person in the quilt couldn't help but applaud: "9 magic crystals, that'll cover all your teleportation costs from now on."

Nong Ya couldn't help but ask two question marks in a row.

Orange Tea understood: "Not magic crystals, are they materials? Ninety thousand materials, green or white?"

"Knife."

"Knife?"

Before everyone could recover from their daze, Nong Ya's explanation left them all stunned.

Aside from using "knife" to refer to currency in Nong Ya Neng, all that's left is the stuck-up "Wow!"

Is it possible to make that much money?
Nong Ya herself said that she only obtained information related to Tarot, yet she managed to lure a group of information hunters into becoming her favorites.

However, there was only one sucker at the beginning. Several more copies were sold afterward, with the average price not exceeding 5000.

Even 5000 is enough to surprise the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

This is a sensitive area involving third-party transactions; previously, it was a topic that couldn't be touched even within the game.

For egregious offline transaction behavior, minor penalties include a 24-hour account ban, while severe penalties include permanent account ban and deletion.

The maximum penalty appears to be imposed on only one individual, who was involved in the resale of offline materials with a huge amount of money. The materials were recovered, the inventory was cleared, and the account was suspended for 7 days.

The punishment was supposed to end there, and the player could return to the game after 7 days.

But then he suddenly went to the community and publicly cursed the creator of Proof of the Stars as a complete idiot for several days.

After learning the true identity of Candlelight, the boundary between the virtual and the real felt that he should be grateful to the Lord for the excellent character he had given her.

There are countless posts criticizing game designers and administrators every day, but there are probably very few people like him who are genuinely and purely malicious. So he has the honor of becoming the first person to quit the game.

Minor penalties have been in place continuously, and the recovery of traded items has occurred frequently. As a result, players mostly use in-game tradable materials for information trading.

It wasn't until a week before the Tower World opened that the information hunters, who had been constantly trying third-party transactions, suddenly discovered signs of a relaxed review process.

The boundary between reality and illusion became clear to everyone in an instant.

Faced with the weaving wind, the candlelight was not without countermeasures.

The monitoring and review of third-party transactions in the game are determined by each individual player.

The candle flame only needs to loosen its clenched fist slightly, and the rest can be regulated by the invisible hand of the market.

It doesn't count as cheating, nor does it conflict with the code of conduct.

Given the cultivation environment of the Three Realms, expecting them to successfully overcome geographical barriers to trade is undoubtedly difficult.

Considering the likely existence of sectarian conflicts and academic disputes in the cultivation world, the behavior of hoarding one's own knowledge in order to gain a higher ranking is probably already in the works.

Having figured this out, Jiang Heyi couldn't help but feel relieved.

French Fries asked, "So how do you trade?"

“I will send a cryptocurrency transaction link on a private website, and the payer will provide a code for verification.”

"The risk of exposure is almost zero. Even if they try to check my IP address, they will only get incorrect information, since I am here as a tourist."

After reviewing the process, I couldn't find any major flaws.

Nong Ya said with a troubled expression, "The only problem now is how I should give you the money. This kind of transaction doesn't seem to be very friendly to you."

Jiang Heyi wanted to tease her, telling her that if she didn't say anything, she could pretend it didn't happen and avoid the trouble.

However, considering the strange misunderstanding that had occurred before when serving tea to guests, he thought for a moment and said solemnly.

"Actually, you did us a great favor, which can be considered your reward."

They had no objection to the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, thinking it didn't matter; they'd just take some money out of their pockets and let them have a good time when they had the chance to travel to France.

If you really want to help, you can donate money to welfare homes and nursing homes during your trip, and buy some rice, flour and cooking oil to send to them. It's a way of doing what local customs do.

In the past, people might have been concerned about seeing the candlelight, knowing the heavy mission ahead, receiving a promise that came to nothing, and getting a generous dividend. Now, they have become well-known players who have broken into the mainstream.

Honestly, Jiang Heyi couldn't be more satisfied with the earth-shattering changes that had changed his life in the past few months.

Even if he inevitably encountered some despicable people along the way, he was able to deal with them calmly.

Nong Ya seemed startled.

“This is far more than the value I deserve for what I have given you; anyone could have done what I did.”

"To be honest, you make me feel like a thief, stealing wealth that doesn't belong to me, which is inappropriate."

"I'm not sure if the translation is accurate; it's not as user-friendly as the in-game translation."

Jiang Heyi also felt that his previous remarks were hasty. Nong Ya was very serious and earnest about the topic of money, and her words were full of self-respect, self-love and self-confidence.

After further communication, Nong Ya was only willing to ask for a "storage fee" of 3000 yuan per month as payment for in-game assistance and encrypted transfers outside the game. This also included her food and accommodation expenses during her domestic travels.

The jailer asked, "I'm a little curious, do you usually dabble in cryptocurrency?"

"Playing... perhaps the translation is wrong, I don't quite understand what kind of entertainment this is. To me, it's more like a means for capital and people hiding in the dark to operate wealth. It can't make people feel happy. If it does, it must be gamblers, and the place where gamblers gather must be a casino."

Oh no, I can't help but give Nong Ya a thumbs up.

The speed at which the battle reports spread on the first day was astonishing.

The attention garnered by once again dominating the top spot on the list has once again pushed the boundary between reality and fiction to the forefront.

Unlike the World Championship, there are no video clips available for viewing unless the teams release them themselves, which has left many people frustrated.

The discussion surrounding the relay dolls is incredibly high. Even those who can't access the game are spontaneously playing it, trying to help find a special relay route suitable for the Chinese server.

Jiang Heyi felt that these people would most likely be disappointed.

After several tests, he discovered that the word chain puppet always guaranteed that there was a risky option among the three choices, and the selection did not completely follow probability.

What a cunning little trick!

Instead of hoping to completely nullify the solitaire, it's better to guide the game towards categories that you can handle, making the situation as controllable as possible.

He also updated this post to his social media feed.

Jiang Heyi had expected the post to be very popular, but he didn't expect it to become a trending topic across the entire site in just 10 minutes.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that the fate of the Chosen One from next door is number one on the trending list.

Two members of the Chosen of Khorne, armed with melee weapons, confront the descending, blood-splattering warthogs.

The visual impact of the image is already overflowing the screen, yet it's still a video.

Every viewer who clicks on the video can hear the hellish squeals of pigs falling from the sky, growing louder as they approach.

"Just hearing the sound gives me goosebumps."

"Don Quixote would never have considered taking on this challenge."

The atmosphere surrounding the word chain challenge was incredibly high, with some guilds even launching a service where players could customize word chain sequences, complete the challenge themselves, and record the process, giving viewers who couldn't play the game a greater sense of participation.

In no time, there were countless responses.

"It seemed just as lively during the qualifiers, everyone's back now," Fries laughed.

"It's been three months. I hope that when the competition is over, we can all get together and have a great time."

What does it mean to "group together"?

Jiang Heyi looked away, somewhat at a loss: "It's just... hugging you, rolling around, or something else..."

French Fries turned his head away and muttered, "Doesn't last night count?"

"Uh……"

The enchanting atmosphere was temporarily interrupted by the flurry of replies in the group chat.

The four proto-corpses inquired again about when they would depart.

The prison guard hurriedly said, "In two days, my family will have settled the house. Now we just need to do some cleaning and decorating."

The prison guard is still in Chengning. The last batch of agricultural products donated to farmers was shipped out today.

During his time in Chengning, aside from driving back to the city to sleep, he spent most of his time helping out in the village, and gradually became acquainted with many people.

The villagers' excessive enthusiasm was overwhelming for him, especially the parents of the orange tea vendor.

Ever since he started visiting, the chickens and ducks in the house have always been dragged into the kitchen by them under various pretexts.

Walking down the street, you'll be given local produce and fresh leafy greens by villagers—it's like being treated like a god of wealth.

His daily routine is all about his favorite farm stay, which has indirectly led to the prison guard now being somewhat afraid of chickens and ducks, but increasingly fond of vegetables.

I reckon I won't want to see them on the dining table for a while after returning to Guangzhou.

"My leave request has been approved; my family applied for it themselves." The woman in bed was overjoyed. "Three months of awesome fun!"

Zhong Zemo sighed, "We'll have to make up for it eventually."

"Don't be so serious!" the blanket emphasized. "From now on, enter strategy mode. You're not allowed to talk to me in the same tone you use in class."

Zhong Zemo's leave application went smoothly. With the winter break approaching, his leave wouldn't actually disrupt his original teaching schedule too much.

In addition, he is now a celebrity at the school with an excellent reputation, so everyone can understand.

The students jokingly said that if the guild didn't get first place, they shouldn't be expected to get first place in the grade.

Now we're even more determined to take first place.

Orange Tea's communication with her family went smoothly as well. The prison guard's words, "I'll bring glory to the country in three months," dispelled their concerns and brought smiles to their faces.

However, Orange Tea felt that her parents' attitude towards the prison guard was somewhat subtle.
Seeing that everyone had made arrangements for taking leave, Jiang Heyi couldn't help but sigh.

"I never expected it would come to this, requiring me to share an apartment offline."

"What's wrong with that?" the jailer retorted. "It's only three months. Just think of it as a period of indulgence after graduation when you can't find a job."

You could tell he was quite indulgent and experienced.

(End of this chapter)