T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 373, Section 372: The Battle to Defend the Outpost!
The crowd remained silent, focusing solely on leveling up.

The feasibility of farming experience by exploiting floor-level barriers was fully verified, and the three guilds reaped significant rewards overnight.

The only one who fell behind, Orange Sky, also broke out from the 4th floor at the end of this round of the game and got straight to the point.

Jiang Heyi and Jiang Heyi, who lived together without any psychological burden, got up naturally and went to the mirror to look at their somewhat messy hair.

They were half asleep last night, and it seemed like their heads bumped together. When Jiang Heyi woke up this morning, all he saw was French fries with black hair covering his face.

Strands of hair brushed against Jiang Heyi's nose, making his skin itch.

"Between the two of us, which one is sleeping in the wrong position?" French Fries asked knowingly.

Jiang Heyi spread his hands: "It's mine, it's mine."

He slept on the left, and French Fries slept on the right.

When he got up, French Fries was sitting on the middle line, his feet naturally resting on his calves.

French Fries was trying not to laugh, so he whistled and ran off to wash up.

The activity time at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds was changed last night.

From 10 p.m. to 7 a.m.

In two days, Jiang Heyi basically figured out the daily routines of the other five people.

The jailer said his schedule was more normal than before, but he still couldn't get up before 8 a.m. According to him, he would take at least 5 more minutes at home and stay up until 9 a.m.

Zhong Zemo is able to get up at 8 o'clock thanks to his diligence.

On their first day of living together, there was no option for a customized breakfast. Now it's the second day. After waking up, Squid peeled off everyone's fridge magnets, skillfully rummaged through the fridge to find the ingredients she needed, and hummed a little tune as she strolled into the kitchen.

The nature of her work led to a very rhythmic life for Cuttlefish. She would quit the game at 7 a.m., and as soon as she was fully awake, she would wash up and start preparing breakfast for everyone. Around 8 a.m., as everyone gradually came back to their senses and their stomachs began to rumble, a sumptuous meal would already be laid out on the restaurant table.

Of course, Jiang Heyi's help was indispensable in this process.

"Bed" is the game ID full name of "Sealed Bed Still Has Not Returned".

Judging from his name, he doesn't seem like an early riser; it perfectly matches his persona.

When the weather gets cold, even if she sets up an electric heater to dry her icy clothes in advance, she still wraps herself up like a big dumpling, slowly peeking out from under the covers to roll up her clothes one by one and put them on.

The blanket monster devoured it mercilessly!

"It's cold, so cold..."

She was awakened by Zhong Zemo, who was wearing an apron and chopping chopsticks. She struggled to get out of bed, trembling like a quail.

"I hate this damp and cold weather."

As she spoke, she tried to pounce on the squid, but he stopped her by pressing his hand on her forehead.

"This is an apron, this is an oil stain, and this is your lovely pajamas."

The pajamas in the blankets are from a Pokémon; the huge Gengar hood pulls down over your head, revealing a ghostly face.

Cuttlefish emphasized this in a serious tone, but it only made the bedside laugh uncontrollably.

"Why did you specifically come up here to wake me up?" she asked curiously.

"You're the only one who's staying in bed."

"I don't believe it, where's the jailer?"

"He got up as soon as he smelled it."

"What about the tetramorphs?"

"I have the body of a corporate slave, and there's still some office worker vibe left. I claim I don't dare to stay in bed."

"The Tea Master, the Tea Master is a college student, just like me."

"Tea Master and French Fries have already been doing several rounds of warm-up exercises outside."

I can hardly believe it, but I'm actually the laziest one here.

A subtle competitive spirit has been stirred up!
Customized breakfasts make it easy to see what people like.

French fries are a carb combo for breakfast, along with hash browns and milk.

A normal person would be full after eating two large potato pancakes, but she could eat four servings by herself.

Jiang Heyi, Zhong Zemo, and Siyuanti are all omnivores, so noodles are a good choice to enrich their diet.

Different toppings, different flavors, plus a bowl of meat soup prepared the night before, it's a warm and comforting meal on a cold day.

The tea master actually quite likes steamed buns, but since she's responsible for preparing customized breakfasts for several people early in the morning, she can't really take care of the pastry making. So she chooses to stay in bed and eat ham and cheese pancakes made in an electric griddle.

Yes, squid can also be prepared as a cold dish, and the technique is quite good.

The reason for learning was simple: one day, Du Jingwen suddenly wanted to eat the steamed buns shown in a cooking video on a short video platform, and asked him if he knew how to make them.

So he learned it.

Of course, in the end, Du Jingwen did not thank the squid for its efforts after eating it, as if it was her duty to do so and everything was taken for granted.

Most of the culinary skills displayed on our tables today were accumulated during that period. You could make it for her a hundred times and still not get a single compliment, but…

"Squid, you're amazing! You can do everything, and everything tastes delicious."

"Can you tell me, is there anything you can't do?"

Zhong Zemo thought for a moment and said, "No, I'll try my best to learn. You can order whatever you want to eat."

Life with positive feedback is wonderful.

The jailer was the only extraordinary person who didn't enjoy the cooperative breakfast gift package of cuttlefish and potatoes. He got up early in the morning, heated up the leftover soy sauce chicken from last night, and found some white rice to eat with him.

Jiang Heyi really wanted to say that you fit other people's stereotypes too well.

"Hey, eat whatever you have. It'll taste different if we leave it for dinner. We can't waste it."

Considering his experience of being financially strapped and practically starving during his university years, he is indeed easy to support.

The jailer never considered himself a rich guy, which is why they were able to become familiar with each other in that initial gaming group.

If they had any airs at all, and were just joking around, someone would have gotten angry by now, and they wouldn't have made it this far.

His short skits, perfect for watching while eating, are from a guild on the Stars of Proof app.

The distressed expression on Elaeva's face while she was forging is an ASMR technique that combines stress-relieving blacksmithing with hypnotic energy binding.

The way Kesha trained Mint in combat techniques was a passionate and intense clash of real combat skills, enough to make you want to eat two big bowls of white rice.

The Slime King feeding his pack animals in deep green is a leisurely pastoral idyll that brings joy to the mind and body.

The insect fog chewed a hole in the document that coordinated the work of the puppets, and secretly changed the names... Wow, this is a high blood pressure theater!
Bad, insect fog, bad!

In addition, switching perspectives allows you to enjoy the wonderful moments of sightseeing players who have invaded the guild struggling in the necromancy trap and exploding with gold coins.

Phew, the wonderful experience of having a god-like perspective on the whole situation made the jailer eat even faster.

"Potatoes and canned goods said they wanted to learn from us and stick together."

"What?"

Jiang Heyi was enjoying slurping his noodles when he suddenly looked at the squid across the table.

“Look at what he said in the group chat, ‘He’s copying what others do; he wants to copy homework.’”

Given the operational success of the virtual-real boundary, learning from successful experiences became an idea that gradually emerged after the start of their Tower World.

Since they are all beneficiaries of the first batch of dividends and have already made money passively, why not strive for better results, higher honors, and a better reputation?
The first batch of dividends gave them the capital to act arrogantly. If they don't act arrogantly now, when will they?

They just follow along and learn whatever the boundary between the virtual and the real world is doing!
The person who is ready to eat from the can is undoubtedly the kind of person with great leadership charisma, and negotiating offline relationships with members is not a big deal.

They plan to settle in their hometown in Northeast China.

The bad news is that none of them are particularly good cooks.

Good news, no cooking skills are needed; they can eat until they're sick of it by spending a little money every day.

"What the hell?"

"Holy shit, holy shit?"

The jailer, who was rinsing his mouth with a chicken leg, suddenly yelled. "What's wrong with you, all jumpy?" the jailer said, glancing at him with annoyance.

"Look at the guild data on the app, look quickly!"

Jiang Heyi opened the details page and her eyes widened.

"Invasion capacity reached."

This means that the number of players simultaneously connecting to the guild stronghold has reached 2600.

This is also the maximum number of intruders allowed even when no guild has any collections and the guild building has reached its highest level of construction.

"They're not casual players, they came prepared!" Bedside cried out anxiously, "We're offline, and Kexia and the others can't handle this many people!"

The attack that Nongya had warned of finally arrived.

Since she obtained the information from players on foreign websites, the attack is most likely unrelated to her former enemies in the Chinese server.

The purpose is probably to affect the progress of conquering the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

The impact of guild strongholds on the Tower World is currently unclear; this information is completely blank. However, other players are unaware that the boundary between the virtual and real worlds has not benefited from it.

Of course, even if I explained it, probably no one would believe me.

"I didn't, and you shouldn't either," that's probably the main reason for this attack...

The expanded first-floor bathhouse of the Temple of the Clarity began to spawn invading players one after another. Jiang Heyi casually clicked on one person's information.

"Ok?"

"Yin Yang Realm, does this guild name sound familiar?"

The Tea God clicked his tongue for a moment, then suddenly realized: "This seems to be the Kimchi Guild that sneaked out of the 8th floor of the Clarity Realm back then?"

The tea master's suggestion brought everyone back to mind.

A considerable amount of time has passed both inside and outside the game, but the friction at that time did not affect the fact that the boundary between the virtual and real worlds continued to dominate the Temple of the Clarity and became the first player to clear the game.

After that, Yin Yang Realm became the famous Clown Guild. Black Cat's unique dream-faking mechanism is a setting that, once explained, greatly reduces the surprise.

The shock experienced by those who are completely unaware of the plot and the experience of being spoiled are two completely different things.

They have been relentlessly criticized by players from all over the world and have always been the number one haters of the virtual-real boundary. No matter what the situation is in the Korean community, they always bring up the virtual-real boundary.

It seems that the discrimination against the Kimchi Guild stems from the boundary between the virtual and the real.

"Are you awake? Are you awake? You've been invaded. There are a lot of people, mainly members from major Korean guilds who don't participate in the Tower World."

Nong Ya's information network was still accurate; Jiang Heyi's side had just been hacked, and she had already learned about the situation within the game.

Fearing that everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds had fallen asleep, she quickly logged off and called the Four Primal Bodies.

As soon as I answered the phone, a fluent, old Parisian accent burst forth from the other end.

He spoke very passionately and at an unusually fast pace.

The four primordial bodies understood, hummed in agreement, and then replied word by word.

"I don't understand, but thank you."

Like a curse, a single sentence silenced Nong Yagan, and he hung up.

In the game, the battle has begun.

The necromantic traps woven by the siren artisans from the Fallen Star Royal Court have become active.

Due to the large number of invading players, the normal spawn point, the large bathhouse, could not accommodate them all, and a large number of players were spawned in the surrounding areas.

This is exactly what Korean food enthusiasts want.

By repeatedly scouting out locations at the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, they confirmed the internal structure.

Instead of moving around randomly, the overflowing players destroyed the surrounding buildings on the spot.

Necromantic traps rely on the building itself, hidden in invisible corners and crevices, behind walls, or openly placed on passageways using illusions.

Since it's hard to find, then let's cause massive destruction.

"Intruder report, order of magnitude, high risk."

Garlic Sprouts alerted the entire guild, and the puppets behind her left their posts and headed to the workshop to change into the battle armor specially made for them.

"The chairman has ordered a complete purge of the invading enemy."

"All warehouse inventory may be used."

Ksha, who had rushed back to the guild hall from the training ground, looked up at the projection and was startled by the sheer number of intruders.

This is the largest number of customers attracted at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

Mint rummaged through a treasure chest she had been hoarding for a long time and found a potion she had prepared for the children but had never used.

Every time, it's a quick login, a quick greeting, and a quick teleport away.

The prepared items were rejected for various reasons, with everyone saying they were unnecessary.

How could you not need it? Just put it in your pocket, and an invisible hand will swat it out for you.
I don’t know what I’m busy with.

"He's such a worry!" Mint gritted her teeth.

The boundary between reality and virtuality outside the screen trembled.

Clearly, the criticism wasn't just directed at the intruders.

Mint turned to look at Kesha.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Kesha scratched his cheek: "Well, actually, I'm just happy as long as he touches my tail when he comes back."

"Sigh~~~"

A collective gasp filled the screen.

In other words, Jiang Heyi and French Fries are a couple. A few months ago, they would have been all over each other.

This punch pierced through the screen, shattered the dimensional barrier, and reached another world!
Ksha arrived at the guild statue and activated all the collectibles at once.

Mint channeled the potion into the pipes laid by the Siren Craftsman, while simultaneously sliding in a crystal that would intensify the potion's reaction.

Mint specifically requested that some renovations be made to the large bathhouse area on the first floor of the Temple of the Clarity.

This allows the ventilation system here to be unidirectionally closed and ventilated.

Combining Mint's intentions, the jailer's right hand began to stir restlessly.

Thick fog poured down from the ventilation ducts, and the violently reacting toxins, as black as ink, dripped onto the pristine white canvas, instantly turning the area into a deathly black.

The intruders are fighting against spirits crawling out of the walls, skeletal guards emerging from their feet, and zombies instantly formed from the corpses of their companions.

I was distracted for just a moment, and the shield was quickly depleted, with a blood-red warning flashing.

One after another, people were poured into the black mist, which turned into wisps of blue light and disappeared.

From God's perspective, it's clear that this wave killed a total of 331 invaders.

The effect was good, but this group of people clearly knew the countermeasures for the stronghold and had taken precautions against the poisonous fog in advance.

Most players activated their shields in time, relying on mutual protection and layer upon layer of blessings to achieve a no-damage run.

French Fries frowned: "These guys are still filling up the guild?"

The number of people attempting to infiltrate by searching for the coordinates of virtual and real boundary outposts has not decreased; they continue to queue up.

"If I remember correctly, the maximum number of people a single guild can be invaded within 6 hours is 6000. In other words, Kesha and his team need to deal with at least 6000 of them to completely plug this hole."

"What a bunch of shady characters! They can't win a fight head-on, so they resort to underhanded tactics," the jailer gritted his teeth.

Jiang Heyi stared intently at the screen, suppressing his anger, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Trust Ksha and the NPCs in the guild stronghold first."

(End of this chapter)