T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 414, Section 413: No Operations, Just Numbers

The Chaos Tower world is known for its "chaos".

Candlelight emphasized to everyone that in the Chaos Tower world, plans can never keep up with changes, and strategies for the current stage must be adjusted at any time.

Once the challenge begins, no one can predict what special events will occur.

The plan is that as long as the boundary between the virtual and real worlds is firmly established, and the experience gained from climbing the tower is integrated into a strategy guide, which is then secretly released by Nong Ya, it will be possible to achieve a situation where one person is pioneering a high-difficulty challenge while everyone else is eagerly waiting to copy the guide.

Following the lead players step by step, steadily progressing until the challenge deadline, is the perfect scenario for Blue Star.

In this respect, the people of the Three Domes cannot compare with those of the Blue Star, whether in terms of the convenience or ease of information exchange.

However, the intervention of the Chaos Celestial Sphere perfectly negated this advantage.

"Originally, we could copy homework, but now the teacher gives everyone different homework, so we can't copy anymore."

Zhong Zemo instantly put his profession into mind and began to ponder.

"The question types are complex and varied, and there are many students in the class. It's inevitable that there will be similar questions when there's a lot of practice, but it requires that all students are willing to share... Hmm, it's a bit difficult."

"Indeed, a better approach is to find similar problem-solving strategies and optimize them."

"Of course, there is another option, which is to break our best score and raise the final score and coefficient by our own efforts."

The four prototypes clapped: "It's like being transported back to our student days. The way our teachers predicted exam questions for us before the big exam was exactly the same as yours."

Pointing at the blanket, he said, "These are the subconscious reactions of people who've been 'marinated' in their daily lives at work. Did everyone learn something?"

Wanting to get the latest game information from Nong Ya, the jailer brother had a different opinion.

"If you can open it, you can fight; if you can fight, you can win!"

Then... let's start a game.

Easily clear the 5th floor, earn 100 points, and return to the Tower World preparation space. Yuu-dew holds the Celestial Sphere and waits with a smile.

I glanced at it and saw that the Tower World Points at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds were 330.

The item that appears today is "Shop Upgrade," which requires 500 points.

After upgrading the shop, the number of items displayed in the shop each day will be 3, the variety of items available will increase, and the probability of obtaining high-quality items will increase.

I asked the other three guilds, and they said that after the Chaos Celestial Sphere was triggered, the Tower World strategy and the points earned from clearing the dungeon both saw significant improvements.

In the past, they would only give a little over 100 yuan for each floor, but now it's basically doubled.

The random terms generated by the Chaos Sphere determine the score.

"The difficulty of the terms is positively correlated with the difficulty of the gameplay. The higher the difficulty, the higher the score. The improvement that can be obtained from the store after obtaining the score also far exceeds the player's expectations."

The introduction to the Crimson Music Box explained the various slang posts Jiang Heyi had seen in the community during this period.

"Seeking a strategy for improving luck in the dog-themed game."

"Pray to the Cyber ​​God, and pray for good luck."

"Praise be to the Lord of the Stars, let me be a dog tonight."

"Great Lord of the Seals, let me also leap with the power of a leopard!"

For ordinary players, the lower the difficulty of randomized affixes, the better. They don't have the ability to conquer high-difficulty dungeons, and what they look forward to most is getting lucky and passing the level.

By accumulating good fortune, players can purchase items from the shop to enhance their competitiveness within the tower world, thereby gaining the ability to compete with high-end guilds.

They are the mainstream players in the game, accounting for more than 7%.

However, for teams with some strength and at the top of the game, such as Virtual Boundary, the opposite is true.

Rather than relying on luck to go further but not getting enough points to profit from the store, it's better to make each level as difficult as possible.

The more points you accumulate, the greater your improvement; start snowballing your progress as soon as possible.

Such an operation has already crossed the boundary between the real and the virtual.

Xi Lu held the celestial globe in both hands and came to the boundary between the virtual and real worlds: "Please touch it."

"Go! The Tea Master, go!" Everyone reacted in unison.

Orange Tea was already quite savvy: "Do you want good luck or a difficult challenge?"

The jailer hesitated, stroking his chin thoughtfully, and said, "Could we... do a medium-difficulty exercise to help with rehabilitation?"

"You're the one who can say you're ready to fight and win, but you're also the one who chickens out at the last minute." Orange Tea hardened her fist. "Why is it that the longer I know you, the more aggressive you become? Is this your talent?"

Jiang Heyi and the fries couldn't help but laugh.

Alright, alright, the scene they were most looking forward to has finally unfolded.

Tea God, who was the most tolerant of the jailer in the team, finally became like the others on the boundary between the virtual and the real.

The jailer is just asking for it!

The orange tea touched the celestial globe with its fingertips, causing ripples to spread.

The space where everyone was preparing for battle was shrouded in a misty fog, which swirled and shifted...

The sound was the first to pierce through the fog and boom into everyone's ears.

The boundary between the real and virtual worlds is located in the center of the Colosseum.

The shouts were deafening, and the clamor of voices came from every direction.

As the mist dissipated, the colors contained within the celestial globe were bestowed upon this black and white world.

The 6th floor of the Chaos Tower world, the Death Beast Arena.

The entry for Celestial Globe is titled "One Trick Pony".

"Players can only use one skill on the current floor."

"Note: You may bring your own equipment, but all props are prohibited."

Affixes that impose strong restrictions on players are likely to cause a game-changing experience for classes that rely on skill combinations and fancy maneuvers, such as elemental mages.

Without the synergistic effect of elemental magic, most people would be left helpless if they relied on a single spell.

Meanwhile, in the spectator area of ​​the Tower World, two gazes drifted toward the boundary between the virtual and the real.

"Finally online? What were they doing all this time?" The enamel mug was overjoyed.

The candlelight only granted the two of them access to the world of the Tower of Spectrum. When the boundary between the virtual and real worlds was touring the storyline extensively, the two of them were itching to go every day.

Although the actions of the Khorne Chosen and other guilds were also very impressive, without the boundary between reality and illusion, it felt like something was missing after the game went live.
In the words of young people, it's like... fun?
"How can the level be so high?" Snow Water Fried Noodles was stunned. "Eat from the can is only level 30, which is already the highest among the group of people watching. Fries is actually level 35?"

"It's just a one-trick pony?" The enamel cup became nervous. "Remember those two guilds we were watching a while ago? They were so resentful because of this term that they almost disbanded and reorganized."

When I first started playing the game, I heard players say that "more is better, and better is more".

The more professional skills one learns, the more functional they become, the greater the workload, and the greater one's contribution to the team.

Therefore, professions with a more comprehensive skill list are more sought after.

When random teams encounter professional discrimination, they can also confidently bring up their skills and emphasize their invisible contributions—although they are similar to the previous jailer guy, both being bloodsuckers.

Since Proof of the Stars has no built-in plugins and the game itself is not based on numerical values, the question of who is the MVP and who is just carried in random teams is always a hotly debated topic.

Once inside the dungeon, the progress keeps regressing, and even non-mechanical kills result in endless deaths.

The answer is that everyone's output is at its maximum; you can see that even the BOSS's wounds don't bleed.

Who put in the effort?
Who committed the crime?
Whose job is too cumbersome?
Whose playing style isn't team-oriented?
Who doesn't have a human touch?
For a long time, random teams in the Stars of Proof were "checking physical condition and skills".

The equipment quality is substandard; optimization is needed.

If the number of skills is insufficient, optimize them immediately to become someone who can sit at the same table as the Berserker Mage.

The term "one trick pony" implies equality for all, and it places certain requirements on the professional and skill configurations of a team.

There are no more jacks-of-all-trades in the team; everyone must focus on doing their job well based on their own skills. People who could previously get by on their professional expertise will easily expose their shortcomings in situations where everyone has to contribute.

The enamel mug player was already sweating bullets; the previous guild that had been watching the battle started splitting the blame as they fought.

As the process of breaking up occurs, some people become dissatisfied and start arguing with each other, leading to conflicts over trivial matters.

There's definitely no conflict between the boundaries of reality and illusion, but there are two sieves in the team: the Four Primitives and the Jailer!

Community Nikkei topics include, "Wouldn't I be better than the prison guard?" and "I could replace the four original bodies."

Having seen so much of this, I feel sorry for these young people.

The host of the Death Arena, dressed as a clown, danced merrily around the boundary between reality and illusion.

He removed his top hat and unleashed a powerful sound spell, turning the hat into a megaphone that amplified his voice throughout the entire venue.

"Come, come, warriors, step onto this stage of glory and death!"

"Today we will witness a clash of strength and a contest of courage!"

The audience immediately responded with a thunderous roar, the sound waves surging and stirring everyone's blood.

Stepping onto that stage in front of so many people inevitably fills one with excitement.

The host gazed at the crowd with a beaming smile, her makeup contorted and grotesque by the wrinkles on her face.

"This is the arena of death, the birthplace of heroes, and the graveyard of the weak."

"The victors depart, the vanquished rest in eternal sleep."

The notification sound of Yulu ended along with the host's introduction.

"Forfeiting on this floor is equivalent to being killed in action."

"Note: Once a player completes the level, the number of challenge attempts will be restored."

Jiang Heyi frowned.

This rule eliminates players' fear of battle, which is completely different from the Baby Bus in the first 5 floors.

"Please welcome our first opponent at the boundary between reality and illusion, the mountain troll with the fearsome name of the Bonebreaker, Pol!"

The arena gates opened, and a nearly three-meter-tall green-skinned troll slowly walked out from behind them.

Its neck was as thick as its head, and its skin was rough like rock, with a dark gray texture.

The muscles were bulging, each one like steel that had been forged through countless hammer blows.

The bone hammer he carried on his shoulder was far taller than him. It was hard to imagine what kind of creature's bone it was made from. It was covered with silvery-white barbs. Just imagining it grazing an enemy and forcefully slashing him made one feel a phantom pain in their brain.

Jiang Heyi brought up the panel to check: Mountain Troll Pol, level 32.

The host introduced him as the vanguard of the Earthshaker Adventurer Team, who had already completed 19 battles.

In 11 of those matches, it was a one-hit kill.

The remaining 8 games will be easily crushed.

With him in charge, no one in the Earthshaker Adventurer Group has seen any subsequent members appear so far.

The jubilant crowd inside the stadium cheered and shouted, eager to witness the 20th massacre.

Countless gambling orders were placed, all for the moment when flesh and blood would burst forth; the lottery tickets in their hands exuded an alluring stench of money.

Are you ready to die?

Even the host, who wore clown makeup, doesn't have a positive view of the boundary between reality and illusion.

Even though they knew it was just a game, staring at that smug, smiling face so close up, everyone felt a strong competitive urge.

The host announced loudly, "The challenger has called my name!"

The Death Beastfight is a one-on-one event, but it happens to be a one-trick pony, leaving players with no room for team skill coordination.

It's a nightmare difficulty level.

Snow water fried noodles reassured his old friend: "Don't worry, they are the top players."

The enamel mug glanced at him sideways: "I didn't say anything, but you seem more anxious than me?"

Bohr stretched out his finger and moved it disdainfully over the people at the boundary between reality and illusion.

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of indecisiveness that he created, deliberately focusing his attention on the "weak" fries twice before immediately moving away.

“I don’t like bullying women. Come on, you’re the one.” Pol nodded contemptuously. “It’s you. Don’t look around. You’re the human with the staff.”

The jailer pointed sharply at himself, as if asking, "Is it really me?"

"Don't make me laugh at you for being a coward."

Pol raised his voice, as if he wanted to say something more, but the jailer jogged into the center of the arena.

With a height difference of over one meter and a robust physique, the slightly chubby prison guard looked like a child in front of Pol.

A magical barrier rises, isolating the area from the outside world.

At this point, regardless of life or death, victory or defeat, the barrier will not disappear.

"Before it begins, say your last words, even though your companions may not be able to carry them out with them."

With a savage grin, Bohr dropped the bone hammer from his shoulder, smashing it to the ground with a loud thud, creating a dent.
The jailer nodded slightly and looked at the host not far away.

"If I kill him, will I get the body?"

"..."

"..."

The host paused for a moment before explaining.

"According to the rules, the winner certainly has the right to deal with everything the loser does."

"Then I'm relieved." The jailer patted his chest.

The trash talk before the match couldn't hide Boll's killing intent. The moment the starting bell rang, he lifted his foot and stomped it hard on the ground!
The tactic of striking the earth with sheer force to disable a nearby spellcaster's channeling has proven effective time and again.

"Boom~~~~"

A deafening explosion rang out behind Bohr, splashing him with dark green liquid.

Before anyone could react, another explosion rang out from the green mist.

This time, the explosion occurred at the feet of Bohr, who was staggering forward.

Caught off guard, two explosions at close range corroded and festered one of Bohr's hands and one of his legs, causing flesh and blood to turn into pus and flow to the ground.

Its sturdy and robust body was riddled with holes by the foul-smelling green spots, resembling a honeycomb.

After winning 19 consecutive matches and striking fear into the hearts of warriors and mages, Boll lay on his back, coughing up blood, before he could even launch a proper attack.

The jailer breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew, thankfully my mana recovery speed is keeping up."

The third Corrupted Corpse Explosion occurred right in front of Bohr, completely shattering his hopes that the overconfident jailer would get close, launch a counterattack, and turn the tide of the battle.

He didn't have time to say any last words before the rotting green sphere that dropped from the sky blasted him into half a honeycomb briquette.

Jiang Heyi was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but lead the applause.

"How was my performance?" The jailer turned around at the sound of the voice, his mouth practically smirking.

French Fries replied, "I didn't see any operation, I only saw the numbers."

Orange Tea nodded in agreement.

"It has such beautiful numerical values."

(End of this chapter)