T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 370, Page 369: Slow Strategy, Slow Life

Nongya has little interest in rare drops or challenging the latest high-difficulty dungeons.

Casual, relaxing games like Stardew Valley are her real favorites, and playing Proof of the Stars is more of a last resort.

A game where you start a second life after entering a dream – this is the only one of its kind in the world. Who wouldn't want to extend their life in a roundabout way?

Therefore, upon learning from Jiang Heyi that joining a guild didn't necessarily mean being able to join a group, she hurriedly explained that she didn't care.

Nongya prefers interacting with the strange NPCs in the guild stronghold. She basically treats the Proof of the Stars as a tourist simulator, immersing herself in the fantastical magical world.

"Then apply." Jiang Heyi opened the panel, preparing to approve the 8th guild member.

“Not now,” Nong Ya explained. “Maintaining my status as an unofficial employee makes earning money more immersive.”

A random thought popped into my head while I was in bed: "Doesn't this sound like...cheating would be more exciting?"

Zhong Zemo rubbed his forehead. He increasingly felt that many strange things would happen when he spent time in bed in the future. This guy's thinking was sometimes even more unpredictable than that of the prison guard.

After the halftime break, continue leveling up on the 5th level of the virtual-real boundary.

The results are encouraging; in just half a day, all members of the virtual-real boundary reached level 21.

The prison guard who is the most advanced is close to level 22.

Because mages spawn within the area, he can also use [Echo of the Wraith] to farm for Advanced Blessing drops.

I don't know if it was just bad luck or if the drop rate was just really low, but after one round of the game, I still had zero loot.

In contrast, the money-stealing knife in the bed...

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

"A total of 11 pieces of green gear, not bad!"

She happily rubbed her little hands together in bed.

The monsters that spawned in the first three rounds were not very strong. The boundary between reality and illusion assigned the money-stealing knife to Orange Tea, so that she could finish off the dying units.

Of the 11 items that dropped, she had 4.

Considering that she spends far less time in bed than in bed, the difference in their character is immediately apparent.

Even after leaving the main world and moving on to the Tower World, the Tea God is still the same Tea God.

Each piece of green gear is worth 10 points, so you get 110 points out of thin air, which is more than the points you get for clearing the 4th floor.

120+110, the virtual and real boundaries currently have 230 integrals.

The only item you can afford to buy in the Yulu Shop is 10 points. Refresh the current shop page for the available items.

Products that cost 300 or more often only have temporary effects, making them so expensive that it's hard to resist.

Jiang Heyi was puzzled. Was it because the lower the floor, the fewer points were awarded, and the higher the tower, the more points were awarded, or were there other ways to obtain points that they had not yet discovered?

Another round of games has ended, and there were no major news events in today's Stars of Proof.

The progress reached the frenzied boundary between reality and illusion, stopping at the 5th level where the record of breaking through one level per day was halted.

The top spots on the leaderboard are still dominated by "AI" guilds. The guild closest to the boundary between virtual and real is from France, currently ranked 37th.

[The Heroic Spirits of Saint Helena], Nongya didn't know much about them either.

After reviewing the recordings, it appears that they were ganged up on and forced to withdraw during the guild war, failing to achieve a good ranking.

Unexpectedly, when the tower climbing began in the Tower World, he rose to prominence and became the number one person at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

Khorne's Chosen One ranked 49th.

Only two Chinese teams are among the top 100 on the ladder.

The comical tree and the orange sky are tragically in a state of being untraceable.

Players in the Three Realms have an experience bonus, and almost all of them rushed into the 5th floor immediately, gaining an advantage. This has directly resulted in only 11 of the top 100 spots on the leaderboard currently belonging to Blue Star.

Only 32 seats were in the top 200.

Jiang Heyi reacted indifferently to this.

The leaderboard will undergo dramatic changes in the next few days, and those who occupy the top positions will most likely be pushed down.

Since the goal is to grind experience, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds won't be reached until level 30.

The Crimson Music Box is even more outrageous; it's said to lead the entire Orange Sky to level 40.

Without restrictions, the fifth level would likely generate a large number of Sword Gods from Shili Slope.

dull?

Indeed.

Every day, logging in means repeating the same tasks in a dream world, like a cyber slave picking electronic cotton, all for a pitiful amount of experience points.

The reward for updating the candlelight is truly tempting.

The top 50 teams will all receive profit-sharing rights and a stable income from the Star Tokens for the next 5 years, with funds deposited directly into their accounts every quarter.

With the sheer number of players in Proof of the Stars, even a monthly subscription fee could make someone financially independent.

Black slaves picking cotton had to hand it over to their slave owners. If they became cyber slaves on the fifth level, they might be able to rise up and become slave owners themselves.

Zhong Zemo and Jiang Heyi took care of breakfast.

The two of them braised a pot of beef last night, and the rest was easy.

Rinse the noodles in cold water.

Take out the black pepper sausage from the refrigerator and grill it slightly.

Blanch a sufficient amount of lettuce.

Fried eggs were made at everyone's request.

A steaming bowl of deluxe beef noodles, which would sell for at least 18 or 19 outside, was served.

The sounds of "sizzling" echoed throughout the room.

After finishing his meal, the jailer let out a long sigh: "Phew, thanks to you guys, I'm finally living a life where everything is done for me."

Compared to Jiang Heyi and the other two, he seemed like a useless little good-for-nothing with poor practical skills.

He was teased in bed and said he'd agreed, saying he'd do anything as long as he could have another bowl!

"I can't believe how good life French fries usually live, waking up to a hot and delicious breakfast. It's so nice."

Without looking up, the man with the fries said, "If you want to eat, help yourself. You're not without hands."

She was chugging ice-cold cola in bed, despite the recent rapid drop in temperature, and she was still showing off her iced drinks, which made Zhong Zemo keep glancing at her sideways.

Under the barrage of eye contact, she obediently... blew into the small bottle of sugar-free cola in one gulp, then burped contentedly, completely unconcerned about her image.

We've known each other for so long, do whatever you want~~~
"Since we're on this topic, I have to mention a legendary figure," the blanket chuckled mischievously. "Du Jingwen."

He's always in the background, and the team's classic topic that can never be avoided when mentioning Zhong Zemo is something we could talk about for a lifetime.

Jiang Heyi felt that if Beiwo and Zhong Zemo really got married in the future, she could mention it at the wedding and shout "Thank you!"

She can do this.

If they were to be reincarnated into another world, they could reminisce about the past in Anna and have a good laugh.

Some people are born to do stupid things, to be talked about for a lifetime, and to serve as entertainment.

Early in the morning, all was quiet.

The rustling sound of tires rolling over the concrete road caught the attention of the tea master, who was about to help wash the dishes.

It was Yuan Huanye.

Dressed casually, he wasn't wearing sandals because he was driving, but anyone who saw him would think he was the classic, unassuming old man from Guangdong. After arranging accommodations for everyone, he naturally wanted to take a look around.

He is always like this, meticulous in everything he does, leaving no room for criticism.

"Hey, we're not kids anymore, why are you peeking at us like this?"

The moment the jailer opened his mouth, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

The prison guard and his son are complete opposites; they always have something to talk about.

"Alright, young people think I'm being long-winded. Look, there are a few strings of cured meat in the back of the car. It's homemade. Chinese New Year isn't far away, so you can have a taste before you go home. It's nothing fancy, just everyday stuff, so don't feel pressured."

Fearing that the jailer might ruin the conversation with the old man, Orange Tea quickly ran to the trunk and took out all the packaged preserved meats.

Before the jailer could open his mouth to critique his masterpiece, the Four Primal Bodies gave him a light elbow to the lower back.

He has truly mastered the art of sleeping in a warm bed.

Yuan Huanye noticed all the small details, and he couldn't help but chuckle, managing to keep a straight face.

"Hmm, it seems someone will take care of him for me. You guys are as reliable as ever."

With that, he drove away with a smile on his face.

After admiring the crystal-clear cured meat, Orange Tea, who had just finished eating, swallowed hard.

"Aren't you full? Your mouth is watering at the sight of cured meat?"

The Tea Master touched the corner of his mouth in a daze, realizing he had been fooled by the jailer, and gave him a disgruntled look.

"I just remembered that at this time of year in previous years, I would help make cured meat at home."

"Oh right, this is the first time the Tea God has left his hometown this year, isn't it?" I realized belatedly while still in bed.

The tea master couldn't help but recall: "I loved Chinese New Year the most when I was a child. Back then, my family wasn't very well-off, and we could only eat whatever we wanted right before the New Year."

Zhong Zemo said, "These years, we've been discussing whether the New Year's atmosphere is strong or weak. I think that in the past, the New Year's atmosphere included the abundance of food that one could eat at will. Now, with abundant produce, we don't need to wait for the New Year to order what we want to eat; we can order it anytime. The New Year's atmosphere has been shared."

Jiang Heyi's impression of the Chinese New Year was rather ordinary.

I had few pleasant memories of being a child living with relatives.

Spending the New Year alone, I would lean on the windowsill overlooking the lights of countless homes, munching on a cookie, and that was how I got through the holiday.

The flavor of the New Year is a rather vague term for him.

An ice cream was shoved into Jiang Heyi's mouth.

The chocolate coating brushed against his lips, the cool, refreshing scent hitting his nose.

"The first bite is always the best, you see."

The fries are like feeding a kitten, while the ice cream is gently poked back and forth, as if eager to see the big cat's reaction.

Jiang Heyi fulfilled her expectations and took a big bite.

She nodded contentedly, took the remaining half, and licked it back and forth with her tongue, just like another big cat stroking its fur.

It's strange, just as I was thinking about the festive atmosphere of the New Year, French fries came to mind.

"As expected, after living together for so long, we've gotten used to feeding each other and sharing our saliva."

"How could you describe feeding in such a strange way?" the Tea Master exclaimed in astonishment.

"Is it strange?" the blanket asked in surprise. "It feels like a perfectly normal way of saying it."

The prison guard shrugged: "Look, this is the different reactions people with different thresholds give, enough to reveal the difference between normal people and perverts."

"You're the last person who has the right to speak here!" the others said in unison.

After the noisy break ended, the cured meat was hung up in the yard, and everyone returned to the hall.

As the game progresses to the fifth level, aside from the usual way of clearing the level, more and more questions are lingering in everyone's minds.

Jiang Heyi only suddenly remembered a detail last night when he was thinking about issues related to points.

The candlelight created two advantages for them when the rules were made.

Players can save their existing equipment and enter the Chaos Tower world.

as well as……

The guild system can still function in the Chaos Tower world.

The former is easy to understand: if everyone needs to re-farm equipment in the Tower World, the accumulation of the virtual-real boundary will be in vain.

The most typical example is when facing the Shadow Assassin in the 8th round of the 5th floor.

A thousand strikes in an instant, multiple hits instantly depleted the durability of Zhong Zemo's Lion King's Proof.

If he were to wear the frail purple and green suit, would the invincible power bestowed upon him by the incarnation still save his life?

In comparison, what is the significance of the guild system?
The fifth floor has a restriction on items; only one item can be used at a time.

Even if players have a lot of excellent inventory, they are still constrained by the rules.

Moreover, the items produced by the guild system are not labeled with the Tower World tag and cannot be directly sold to Yulu in exchange for points.

To date, the guild has not demonstrated any importance worthy of being specifically included in the rules by Candlelight.

French Fries asked: "Portable repair, Arera's ability to upgrade and forge equipment anytime, anywhere?"

The quilt nodded and said, "And Mint, her potions, the guild warehouse has a lot of them."

Jiang Heyi rested his chin on his hand: "It makes sense. The permanent NPCs make it easier for us to use the integrated and portable functions, but isn't it a bit extravagant to spend a rule to exchange with Zhifeng for this?"

The jailer, with his legs crossed, pursed his lips and said, "I think the most urgent thing is for the great Miss Eleravia to make the Origin Set for us first. It's been days, and she's still making me wear trashy purple gear."

"The greatest dragon craftsman in the world of Anna, one of the sages who perceived the truth of the world in the end times, has performed so poorly."

"He threw himself into the furnace, even signing a contract to sell himself into servitude. What a shameful dragon."

Fortunately, Elaine couldn't hear the harsh comments, otherwise she would probably be furious. After all, lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife.

Zhong Zemo also fell into deep thought: "Candlelight must understand how the Tower World works, so the percentage of floors with restrictions on carrying items is probably relatively small?"

The Four Primals reminded: "Candlelight said that the floors of the Tower World are completely random, with numerous possibilities, like the ever-changing Doll's Nest. The key elements can be combined at will, and even exhaustive enumeration would result in a huge number of possibilities. She probably can't predict the generated floors, right?"

That's the good thing about living together – you can communicate seamlessly anytime, anywhere.

On ordinary days, you also have to worry that halfway through a conversation, the person in front of the computer or phone will suddenly disappear while making random "cooing" noises.

Now all the pigeons are essentially kept in one cage.

Unable to figure it out for a moment, Jiang Heyi couldn't help but take out his mobile app to check the guild's current status.

Nongya had warned them that players from other countries were attempting to attack the strongholds on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

The guild had made ample preparations for this, intending to make a fortune, but unexpectedly, the other party seemed to back down.

Looking at the invasion records of the past few days, most of them are solo players. Calling them invaders is more like calling them tourists. When will they stop coming to the guild to die and spend money?
There was a guy named Jingye in the Funny Tree Guild who once complained in the group, "It's because of people like you who think they can only try something once in their lifetime that O-Gathering can survive."

His words sounded like those of a hurt ex, filled with resentment and bitterness.

Even French fries have something to say.

It's not that tourists don't believe in superstitions, but West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce should have been swept into the trash long ago, not served on the table.

It's unclear who benefits from having these two issues discussed in the same context...

Jiang Heyi felt that these invaders generally shared this mentality.

People all over the world share a common trait: they love to watch a spectacle, and that trait is unchangeable.

　I have a bad cold, I'm feverish and delirious, and my whole body aches. I was groggy while updating, so please forgive any typos and I'll correct them tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)