T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 440, Section 439: Extracting a Deceitful Person

With the year-end approaching, if Proof of the Stars weren't a game that could only be started while asleep, the game and its community would probably be much quieter.

The moment the game went live, Jiang Heyi immediately refreshed the leaderboard.

The situation remains largely unchanged. The world's number one guild, Fuxianmen, is still fighting on the 17th floor, and no guild on the Blue Star side has yet made it into the top 100.

However, if the data provided by the community is correct, Fuxianmen has been stuck for two whole days.

"What a pity, it looks like it's a level design that allows players to abstain."

If the first place winner suddenly dies, Zhifeng would probably go crazy, right?
The Tetra-Primordial suddenly made a suggestion.

"It's been a long time since I've been back to the guild, how about... I go back and take a look?"

"Uh……"

Everyone looked embarrassed.

This topic is like a child feeling guilty being asked by their parents why they didn't come home for the Chinese New Year.

I'm too ashamed to go back to the guild until I can keep my promise.

Saying things like "A level 4 guild is already very good" won't comfort them.

Only when you obtain the items that allow you to integrate guild functions into the Tower World can you feel at ease.

3100 points, a long way to go.

The last one to come online was Nong Ya, who was moved to the spectator view by Jiang Heyi.

It is said that she now spends the entire day working hard to improve her grammar and try to break free from her reliance on translation.

In comparison, the boundary between the real and the virtual appears somewhat decadent.

During the day, they would gather together to browse the community, collect information, chat, and eat snacks.

If anyone suggests it, they'll immediately start playing offline, having a blast.

It's true that coming together allows for more effective management and coordination.

But it also makes it more convenient for them to team up and play games anytime, anywhere.

Jiang Heyi felt that Yuan Huanye was quite reasonable and could definitely foresee that a group of young people would intermittently neglect their duties, but he still gave them the greatest possible support.

"Sigh, Nong Ya is still working too hard. Doesn't working this hard make us look particularly decadent!" Beiwo lamented. "We are the ones who are supposed to save our fate from Zhifeng and stabilize the two worlds. How can we be so decadent!"

Zhong Zemo said, "Tomorrow morning, we'll play mahjong at a four-person table. The loser has to wash the dishes all day. Anyone interested?"

"Come on, come on!" The blanket clenched its fist excitedly. "We'll be at the bottom today because you guys are all bad at flopping. Tomorrow, I'll show you the big shot and blow you all away!"

Yes, they used public funds to buy a mahjong machine so they could play mahjong.

This situation has actually lasted for several days.

Very decadent.

But it smells very good...

I'm sorry, candlelight!
Within seconds of the world bubble opening, countless players flooded in.

For many, climbing the tower between the virtual and real worlds is like watching a TV series; missing even one episode makes them feel like ants are crawling all over their bodies.

Within the preparation space, Yuru appeared.

"The 11th floor of the Chaos Tower World..."

"An unpredictable 10-stage sequence."

Almost instantly, the ears of six people within the boundary between reality and illusion perked up.

Only the Tea Master blinked curiously.

Xi Lu stretched out her hands in a gesture of support.

Like fireflies, the floating particles of light converge to form countless gashapon capsules of different colors.

A giant gashapon machine appeared out of thin air, swallowed all the gashapon capsules, and landed heavily on the ground.

"The gacha pool provided by the gashapon machine is divided into rarity based on the monster's level and ability strength."

Players will have the opportunity to perform 5 consecutive 10-pulls.

“Each gashapon you draw will become a monster you will challenge on this floor.”

The spectators were in an uproar.

Before they could even catch their breath, they saw Orange Tea roll up its sleeves and make a "whoosh" sound.

"This is my job, right?"

She's so innocently adorable!

"No, no, no, tea master, please stop."

"Calm down, Tea Master. We can talk this over."

Jiang Heyi and the fries supported the orange tea from both sides and moved backward.

"Isn't this a lottery?"

"Sigh, Tea God, you're quite self-aware now. You can't help yourself when you see a lottery." The jailer was speechless.

He glanced sideways from under the covers: "The same sentence sounds really strange coming from you."

Is that strange?

The players' eyes were sharp; in the chat, only one reply remained.

"abnormal!"

"Why should I be misunderstood when I'm just speaking normally?!"

Xi Lu spoke up, stopping the players from torturing the jailer.

"After the 5 draws for 10 consecutive draws, players will receive one lucky gacha draw, which contains a buff that is beneficial to the player's current strategy."

"You cannot abstain from this challenge; if you are defeated, you will lose your chance to challenge again."

The players started discussing it extensively.

"Normally, when you're doing a lottery, you hope to get lucky and get the best item in 10 consecutive draws. But in this game, it's the complete opposite."

"You have to be unlucky, have bad luck, and always get the minimum payout in the game's lottery."

"Wait a minute, according to the rules provided by Yulu, doesn't that mean that in the ideal situation, players can draw the worst batch of monsters to act as their enemies, making it easy to clear the level?"

"That's right, provided that the probability of the gashapon machine is perfectly replicated from the probability of our gacha game."

The celestial globe began to rotate.

Keywords that could make the floor-based gameplay more exciting immediately appeared.

They must be old friends.

"broken!"

The members of the comical tree who had come to watch the battle before the raid began screamed.

Onlookers also expressed their shock in words.

"The entry that almost got me disqualified from the Funny Tree Challenge not long ago is here."

"Wow, that's insane."

"We can only pray that it's not Death or Fate that wins the resurrection match."

After finally deciphering the description of "should be an old friend," which had left him completely bewildered by the boundary between reality and illusion, he broke out in a sweat.

"Your strongest unit from the previous floor will be resurrected on this floor."

A note was also written below the entry in a wicked way.

"Old friends reunite, let's share a cup of wine."

What would you like to say to him?

what you want to say?
If Death were to break out of the underworld, then the jailer might not have the chance to comment on "food grade".

The private message from "A Dream of Yellow Millet" has arrived.

"If this isn't an isolated case, then the resurrected units from the old days will respawn after you kill all the monsters on this floor."

"Absolutely, absolutely, must leave some redundancy."

"Even if both sides perish, it will still be considered a pass."

This is such obscure knowledge. It seems that the path to the other side of the comical tree is also a thorny one.

"Wow, I just caught a glimpse of Death's fate in a slice today, and I was thinking of seeing it with my own eyes again. But there's no way my wish could come true; it's too unbelievable."

"Xi Lu, to be honest, did you deliberately make it harder for us?"

In a second, Yuu-rou was dressed in a Victorian-era black and white maid outfit, gently twisting the hem of her skirt, gracefully crossing her left and right legs, and bending her knees slightly into a half-squat.

The wide maid's dress was like a curtain for an 11-layer competition, turning the space into a black and white blur.

"Evening Dew is merely a guide for all players in the Tower World; she cannot see or control your fate."

To say this line, she specially changed her appearance, looking pitiful like a succubus from a literary work, instantly captivating the spectators.

Now, there are even more people in the chat room shouting "wife" again.

No wonder she's the boss of Freya, the famous succubus from the Temple of the Clarity.

"If Freya could go back to the factory and be a guide with Yuu... hehe!" "I want Renee's."

"Starfire is really something. Don't they know how to make money? They should hurry up and release a guide replacement voucher so that everyone can choose their own Tower World guide."

"I can't wait to see the blackened dawn redwood looking disgusted and explaining to everyone."

Now that things have come to this, it's time for the lottery.

"Who's going to draw?" Jiang Heyi looked around at everyone. "Does anyone feel that they are particularly complementary to the Tea Master?"

The jailer hesitated, then silently raised his hand.

Although saying this might be a bit harsh on the prison guard, his performance in gacha games is truly heart-wrenching.

With guaranteed high and low incomes, they could eat non-stop, and even a sip of soup would be quickly repaid.

You can't get what you want.

If it's a nasty gacha pool, the only way to find your lost "waifu" is basically through heavy spending.

Players who have played for a long time can always experience the small sweetness of getting good items in a single pull, but I, the jailer, have never enjoyed it.

For the first time since the server opened, the privilege to draw prizes at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds has been transferred to someone other than Orange Tea.

Jiang Heyi patted his shoulder lightly: "Just play to your usual standard."

It's hurtful, but it's a beautiful blessing.

Yulu revealed the rarity ranking table to the prison guard.

There are four grades: white, blue, purple, and gold.

White 45%
Blue 30%
Purple 15%
Gold 10%
In terms of probability in card games, this is absolutely one of the most generous.

What game has the highest rarity item with a drop rate as high as 10%?
The prison guard gripped the gashapon machine's knobs tightly with both hands and turned them forcefully.

The gashapon machine, resembling a towering tree, clicks and clatters as countless gashapon capsules collide and rub against each other inside.

Ten gashapon capsules flew out from the skylight above the gashapon machine and lined up in a row.

Lights shone one after another.

With each light that appeared, the players' gasps of amazement grew louder.

9 white, 1 purple.

"As expected of you, prison guard."

"This is the mastermind behind it all!"

The first shot directly proved their strength.

He's definitely not suited for lottery-type games.

The monster data represented by the gashapon is flipped in the form of cards and presented to everyone.

5 skeleton spellcasters, Lv25
4 Rotten Tree Spirits, Lv28
The only purple light came from a rough, half-dragon, level 30.

Furthermore, the character card indicates that it comes with "Dragon Blood Cry," which increases the movement speed of surrounding units; this is a special unit skill.

Orange Tea kept clapping.

She paused, as if she had thought of something.

"Is the jailer's situation unlucky or lucky?"

The jailer licked his lips.

When you're lucky, you should press your advantage.

Since you can get 9 white cards and 1 purple card, it means now is an auspicious time to draw cards.

Don't miss this opportunity, go all in!
"40 pulls, all of them!"

As he adjusted the number drawn from the gashapon machine and turned the knob, the popcorn machine sprayed out dozens of light orbs that shot straight into the sky.

One after another, the gashapon balls lit up, and the scene of blue sky and white clouds stunned the players present.

Is it really possible to be this unlucky?

A 10% probability... does that mean none of them will...?

Oh?
In the blue sky and white clouds, which seemed to mock the prison guard's luck in drawing cards, a shimmering golden sphere fell heavily to the ground.

Yuru caught the gashapon and examined it carefully in her palm.

"Very good, you've gained a very interesting opponent."

"Moreover, you two have met once before."

The slight curve of his lips sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

Before anyone could think about it, Yulu lightly tapped the gashapon machine twice, just like she would with an old-fashioned CRT television.

The gashapon inside its body quickly transformed into dazzling orbs of light.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Orange Tea walked confidently to the gashapon machine, and without pausing, gently twisted it.

The ball of light fell, and a string of characters was projected into the air.

【Blade of the Brave】

"Players consume half the mana and stamina on this floor."

This made the Tetraprototype extremely happy.

As the person in the entire guild who suffers the greatest mana loss, having half of his mana means that once he sets up his turret, he can remain motionless and continue to output damage.

It's so pure that you don't need to use your brain when playing the game; all you have to do is shoot.

French fries also felt that this entry was beneficial to them—the feeling of being powerless when fighting against death is unpleasant.

If she had more energy, she was confident that she could suppress the wheel of fate and prevent the opponent from turning before she could launch an attack.

"It seems everyone is ready."

Victoria's maid, the beautiful Lady Yulu, clasped her hands together and clutched the only golden ball that had been drawn to her heart.

"Then, prepare to confront her."

The golden sphere's dazzling pale gold glow was mottled and broken.

The deep ink corroded it from the inside out, and thick black mist roared outwards.

Thick black smoke swept across the land, turning the surrounding area into a pitch-black, dark place.

If it weren't for the faint highlight on the player's own body, the boundary between reality and illusion, shrouded in black mist, would have been lost.

The arena remains unchanged from the 10th floor.

Arches made of milky white marble, and tall marble columns.

The audience was frozen in place, with passersby still shouting their applications.

The ground was covered with mottled bloodstains left from the battle.

Everything, at this moment, was washed away by the billowing smoke and dust, and swallowed up in black and white.

They clearly saw the changes caused by the smoke and dust.

The colors are mottled, like a faded canvas, cruelly scarred by the passage of time.

The woman, dressed in a black hooded long gown, who corresponded to the golden ball, gracefully descended.

Beneath the hood, her long, smooth, jet-black hair cascaded down to her shoulders like a waterfall.

His light golden eyes shone brightly.

The player feels as if they are staring at a giant dragon.

"Allow me to introduce to everyone at the boundary between the virtual and the real world one of the grand prizes in the Golden Prize Pool."

"Many people have encountered this special unit once while grinding experience on the 5th floor."

"【The Light Deceiter】"

Many top guilds in the neighboring Three Kingdoms region have encountered monsters that cause PTSD.

The "reward" that players who go all out to quickly clear the 5th floor will definitely see.

It's like saying, "Thank you for your hard work dealing with all those grunts along the way. There aren't many units spawning in the 10th round, only one. At least if you can take down this woman in black clothes emitting black aura, you'll clear the level~~~"

Unlike her outfit on the 5th floor, which consisted of a black shirt, black veil, black skirt, and black gloves.

At this moment, the Light Deceiter is more in line with the public's impression of a magician.

Its appearance alone changes the battle environment; in terms of sheer power, it is no different from the fate of the Grim Reaper.

The blanket snapped its fingers: "Good news, she doesn't have background music."

The only designated criterion for identifying bugs.

In Proof of the Stars, if you don't activate the background music, it proves that you are not yet at the top level of combat power.

This is a truth verified by the fates of the evening dew, the blackened dawn redwood, and death itself.

The jailer patted his chest: "I'm relieved to hear you say that. As for fate or death, it's just a piece of cake."

The blazing, golden eyes beneath the hood of the deceitful man slowly turned and then froze.

(End of this chapter)