T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 38. Have we become the code to traffic?

The massive amount of materials fed to Jiang Heyi became nourishment for upgrading the guild.

Upgrade the guild from level 1 to level 3.

The closely connected potion laboratory and artisan workshop were divided into two symmetrical halves of the guild.

The cramped interior space instantly felt spacious, and the decor was completely transformed, no longer carrying the smell of rotten and moldy wood.

The dolls finally have their own resting compartments, complete with comfortable wooden beds, soft quilts, and blankets.

The previously harsh working environment, where one could only fall asleep immediately and be accompanied by tools, has been effectively improved.

The guild hall, which had been criticized by the shameful witch, was now illuminated. Lighting crystals, which were previously only seen in underground temples, covered the walls, filling the room with a relaxing warm light.

Jiang Heyi invested heavily in the artisan workshop, upgrading its equipment and using his last expenditure to slightly improve the doll forging technique.

The guild's furnishings were still dilapidated, which was out of place with the guild's brand-new theme. However, the pleasant feeling of getting immediate feedback from the hard work made everyone feel genuinely comfortable.

Near the end of this round of the game, the jailer, whose lips were practically curled into a wide smile, returned.

With such smugness, anyone could guess that he's reaped considerable rewards.

He bought all the necessary elemental essences and raw ores. Although the quality varied, considering the limited budget, he managed to get everything done in just half a day. His eloquence was truly remarkable.

Just as the materials were being handed over to the nun doll, garlic sprouts floated over.

"We don't have much experience in forging yet, and the finished product may not be satisfactory. Even so, will you still choose to forge it, Master?"

Jiang Heyi was, of course, mentally prepared.

Even the lowest-quality weapons forged with the lowest forging skill are still red-quality sets, far better than the junk they possess.

The jailer bought a new silver-white outfit for his nun doll and changed it in front of everyone with a single click.

"We've worked hard to forge this, and the quality is excellent. I'll get you a few more new sets."

Using this method to motivate AI-generated puppets... well, you could say it's no wonder he's doing this.

Jiang Heyi, who had entered a light sleep mode, slowly woke up.

His lifestyle was not healthy; like most college students, he was still excited at 1 a.m. and partying at 2 a.m.

On days when there are no classes, it's common for the entire dorm to play games together until dawn.

This situation didn't change after graduation. During the job search lull, feeling the impending entry into the workforce, the urge to go on a revenge trip was hard to suppress, and staying up late became a regular occurrence.

Until the Proof of the Stars appeared.

I go to bed promptly at 11:30, start playing the game at 12:00 after falling asleep, and finish playing the game at 6:00 in the morning. After a period of light sleep, I slowly wake up around 7:00.

With a regular and healthy lifestyle, it's no wonder that some people in the community describe StarCraft as a health-preserving game.

"Are you going to look for a job again today?" Zhong Zemo asked at breakfast.

"No, I've already visited all the companies I wanted to apply to. I'll wait for a reply in the next few days."

Jiang Heyi was also uncertain about her future.

The only thing that could give him some confidence was this house located in the old town of Chengning City, with well-established surrounding amenities.

He once created a self-portrait, which can be summarized as ordinary and unremarkable.

Like most people in this world, he has no particularly outstanding qualities, nor any major flaws.

Like a drop of water, once it falls into a river, lake, or sea, it can never be found again.

The doorbell rang, and Jiang Heyi looked over in confusion.

Zhong Zemo took a bite of the scallion pancake, then, as if remembering something, stood up nervously.

"Are you exposed?"

This time, it was Zhong Zemo's turn to be uncertain.

Since filing for divorce and resolutely separating, Zhong Zemo has handed over all the procedures to the lawyer called by the prison guard.

Du Jingwen did go to school these past two days, but due to current security restrictions, her antics were prevented from entering the school.

Zhong Zemo was very popular at school. He was a veteran anime fan and a surfing expert. He knew all the students' hobbies and could find common ground with them.

His superiors and colleagues were also very sympathetic to his plight when they heard about it.

Therefore, this incident did not affect his work at all.

He wasn't afraid of Du Jingwen; he had said that once the divorce was finalized, there would be no further entanglement. However, there was still some time before the divorce proceedings were completed, and if she found out that he was living with Jiang Heyi, who knew what kind of trouble she would cause.

Jiang Heyi nonchalantly picked up the scallion pancake from the plate, eating it while peeking out through the peephole.

"Is it her?" Zhong Zemo asked hurriedly.

Jiang Heyi sighed, chewed a couple more bites, and opened the door. Standing outside was a man, around 40 years old, who did not have the decadent look of a middle-aged man; his eyes were bright, and he was dressed smartly.

Wearing a sharp double-breasted suit and carrying a gift bag in each hand, he paused when he saw Jiang Heyi about to say something, but then his eyes caught sight of the items on the shoe cabinet.

Jiang Heyi turned to the side, revealing Zhong Zemo walking over.

He explained, "My friend, Zhong Zemo, is staying here temporarily because he's having some family problems."

Fearing any misunderstanding, Jiang Heyi added, "Teachers from Chengning No. 6 Middle School, key teachers."

Upon hearing this, a warm smile, typical of an elder, appeared on the man's face: "Hello, Teacher Zhong. I've come to see He Yi. Would you mind if I spoke with him alone for a moment?"

The conversation lasted for about half an hour. The man left the bedroom, leaving behind both gift bags.

"Come find me anytime you've made up your mind," he said as he left.

Out of curiosity, Zhong Zemo glanced at the gift bag and found that it contained high-end cigarettes and alcohol, as well as several shopping cards.

That's strange. Jiang Heyi and he both don't smoke or drink, so why are they giving each other these kinds of gifts?
"he is……"

Seemingly knowing what Zhong Zemo was going to ask, Jiang Heyi immediately replied, "Uncle."

“He has been taking care of me since my parents passed away. He doesn’t come often after I grew up, but he always brings gifts when he comes.”

Jiang Heyi smiled and said, "Don't you think his gift was a bit unthoughtful, considering I don't drink or smoke?"

Zhong Zemo nodded.

“His family owns a factory and runs a business. There are always some gifts in the trunk of his car. As I grew up, he didn’t know what I liked, so he would just bring me some random things to exchange for money.”

“This way it’s easier to tell my family that I used it for business dinners.” Jiang Heyi pursed her lips and sighed. “Actually, I already told them that they didn’t need to come.”

The content of their conversation this time wasn't a secret that needed to be hidden.

When Jiang Heyi's uncle, Wei Xingchao, saw that he hadn't found a job after graduation, he suggested that he go to his family's factory to gain some experience.

However, Jiang Heyi refused.

Some people are unwilling to work at their relatives' companies because they can't let go of their pride, some are afraid of the difficulties in settling accounts with relatives, but Jiang Heyi simply doesn't want to cause his uncle any more trouble, and... he doesn't like his family.

Since his parents passed away, his uncle has been helping him, which has drawn criticism from his uncle's family.

Having personally experienced being mocked and ridiculed with veiled sarcasm, Jiang Heyi still vividly remembers the feeling of being dependent on others.

He chose to live alone because he understood the disdain he received.

He felt only gratitude towards his uncle.

We've helped him enough; how could we dare to trouble him any further?

He has grown up, has hands and feet, and can support himself.

"Here." Jiang Heyi tossed the shopping card to Zhong Zemo. "Use it to buy groceries."

Aren't you going to leave some?

"I basically have no expenses. A computer and the Star Tokens are enough," Jiang Heyi laughed. "How about that? Easy to take care of, right?"

This is what a shut-in is like, according to Cyber ​​Potato.

Zhong Zemo went to work, and Jiang Heyi, who didn't need to look for a job, turned on her computer.

Original Fries has already shared the account of 【Virtual Boundary】. Whoever is available can manage it.

As expected, the inbox was flooded with private messages, and Jiang Heyi couldn't keep up with them all.

Because of my public statement last night, the entire Stars of Proof community now knows about the passage through the fourth level of the Temple of the Clarity at the boundary between the real and virtual worlds.

Players have many different opinions about how they managed to complete the game.

Some acknowledge that the boundary between the virtual and real worlds is indeed powerful, making it the best in the entire game for PVE.

Some believe that mastering the unorthodox method of crossing the boundary between reality and illusion might attract official attention.

There are actually people who think Jiang Heyi and his group are government shills.

Due to the existence of the official account for the Virtual Reality Boundary, many players have been considering digging deeper into the real-life identities of the Virtual Reality Boundary guild members.

It emphasizes a lively atmosphere.

Jiang Heyi spent some time editing and posting a guide to clearing the Cleansing Dust Layer.

The number of fans on the boundary between virtual and real has reached an astonishing 7, and this is only on a single platform.

In the chat group, the prison guard said that on other platforms, clips about them are already popular videos from game marketing accounts.

Who would have thought that this bunch of gamers could become a source of online traffic for others?

　You think I'll stand you up, but I don't, and that's a kind of standing up too.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)