T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 479, Chapter 478: It's all the jailer's fault.

Before the couple could even exchange a few words with Jiang Heyi, the French fries, who had been searching for ice cubes in the refrigerator, returned expressionlessly.

Are you sure that order of food is enough for four people?

"Why is it that with the Lunar New Year approaching, our refrigerator is completely emptied, like it's been robbed, and we only have enough for one meal to last night?"

The lovey-dovey couple looked at each other, seemingly only then realizing that their home, which had no shortage of fruit platters and snacks, was lacking in ingredients...

"I'm going out for a walk with French fries..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was pushed back onto the sofa by two hands.

As the door opened and closed again, the house returned to silence.

I used to think that switching attributes to deal with parents was a bit of a game, but Jiang Heyi was too hasty.

"I'm starting to understand you, fries."

French Fries sighed: "It would be nice if someone could empathize with me in the future."

"It's okay, we'll move out."

"Then we have to get married first."

"We're already living together..."

The conversation suddenly veered rapidly in a direction that made both of them feel dizzy.

French Fries coughed and changed the subject: "Since we're already here, aren't you going to check out Shui Liu Mai?"

On the empty shelf above the bookshelf in the French Fries Room, Shui Liu Mai and the headset that Jiang Heyi had given her were lying together.

Its design style looks very vintage, and the earmuff pads are broken, revealing the white fluff underneath.

At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. I turned on the computer and tested the microphone.

"Hello~~~"

"Gululu~~~"

It's like a psionic headset; a single call sends it into the subspace, and an unknown being is responding.

It was as if R'lyeh, which was directly connected to the deep, dark sea, had greeted Kel'Thuzad.

"It really is gurgling, and there's a clear sound of flowing water. I've struck gold!"

They clearly knew the quality of the fries was off, yet they still used them to prank their group members.

Bad, very bad!
"Is it bad?"

He put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile.

"Without it, you wouldn't have given me a headset, I wouldn't have given you snacks, and people wouldn't have thought of me first when we were teaming up. It has fulfilled its mission very well."

"I've put it back, I've put it back. If it gets bumped or knocked and can't produce the sound of flowing water, it won't have any collectible value."

Jiang Heyi thought that in a game, this would at least be a souvenir-level item, something that must be placed in a collection cabinet.

The couple returned carrying large and small bags, and Jiang Heyi hurriedly went to help them, but then he was pushed onto the sofa again.

No help is needed, and you are not allowed to help.

Having been able to take care of himself for a long time, he was not quite used to it for a while.

Before it got dark, a table full of delicious dishes was laid out.

Lu Xinxin, having taken off her apron, put her hands on her hips, admired her masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Apart from relatives coming to visit, this year's feast is the most lavish, and we even need to add an extra bowl and chopsticks."

Liu Jinhong asked, "What would you like to drink, coconut juice or something else?"

"Ah, anything is fine, I'll take care of it..."

Jiang Heyi tried to stand up to take it, but it was already full.

"Don't stand up. It's a family meal, don't be so reserved."

French Fries sat to the side, peeling shrimp, looking annoyed.

Why doesn't anyone ask me what I'd like to drink?

Lu Xinxin chuckled and said, "Oh, Xiaofei, you can get it yourself if you want to drink it. You know where the refrigerator is."

"Ah."

Jiang Heyi had never been part of anyone's family and had never enjoyed such experiences since childhood; all her knowledge came from movies, comics, and novels.

Judging from the surface conversations, one might think that this family gets along very poorly.

As they ate and drank, they gradually opened up and started talking.

"Xiaofei didn't want me to chat with you before, so I couldn't tell you that our team in the game has turned into a guild with more than a dozen people."

Players who simply enjoy the game can derive immense pleasure from Proof of the Stars.

Uninterrupted sleep time, a pure second life.

Even if there are monsters that you can't beat on the big map, you can level up a bit, find some small dungeons to earn some money, and then do some work for the Siren or Anna in the World Faction War to assemble a set of commoner endgame gear.

The boundary between reality and illusion lies at the top of the entire game. All one sees is the tower world, and every night before falling asleep, one is busy with new dungeon strategies.

They haven't explored the main world's large map in a long time.

Listening to the couple recount their adventures and fun in the game is quite a unique experience.

In their guild, there's a Shadow Stalker named "Graceful Liberation," an exceptionally skilled information provider who also plays support DPS characters like main DPS, making him incredibly reliable. However, there's a taboo within the guild.

He is strictly prohibited from opening any dropped items.

After he falls, he has to get far away.

Brother Graceful Liberation is great in every way, except his hands are particularly ruthless.

So far, the best he's ever gotten from the lottery is a purple card, and that's considered good luck.

In the early stages of forming a team, no matter how hard everyone tried, they couldn't get any good drops. Seeing a bunch of junk in the guild, they decided to take turns trying their luck.

To everyone's surprise, the fall visibly improved.

Red and gold, which were previously unseen, also made an appearance.

It turns out that it wasn't that their entire team was unlucky, but rather that someone had acted maliciously and polluted the card pool.

As a result, the team leader's treatment plummeted, and after each battle, he could only run to the outer perimeter with a pitiful expression and watch everyone else's results from afar.

"You think you're so good at fighting? What good is it if you're not as good at touching people as I am?"

This became a famous meme within the guild.

There was also a young lady asking whether instant noodles were convenient or not.

Because of the jailer, I chose necromancer as my second profession.

In the wild, use skeleton guards to scare teammates, and use vengeful spirits to disguise themselves as sparkly creatures to deceive passersby.

In a dungeon, a corpse explosion accidentally hits your own teammates, and a zombie blocks your own DPS.

In the settlement phase, justice will be served.

The instant noodle-covered figure crouched down, covering his head in defense: "I played this game using the guide from the jailer guy."

Oh no, this really is the jailer's fault.

In a post on a community forum, "Jailer Bro" said that the Necromancer class is fun to play even without a team.

What the instant noodles mentioned were the methods he had researched for pranking other players—in the eyes of other players, the suddenly appearing undead creatures were hostile units.

As a result, a group of extremely bored necromancers appeared in the community. They did nothing but squat in the public area every day to scare people.

They ran away when they were scared, and it was so much fun.

Since necromancers have long been associated with a dark side, this little bit of "evil" is really insignificant.

As for targeting one's own teammates in dungeons, that's purely a matter of skill.

The jailer brother did put some effort into writing his necromancer gameplay tips, so he wouldn't be inciting players to sabotage others in dungeons.

But... it's still the jailer's fault!

They tricked a perfectly fine young lady who played Paladin in the eyes of the lovey-dovey couple into becoming corrupted.

The original Paladin was cheerful and outgoing, but after playing the Necromancer, all he could think about was saying things like, "I can eat this corpse," and "I can collect this spirit."

It vividly illustrates just how quickly a person can fall into depravity.

"Holy crap, how could the jailer be so mean?"

This became a famous meme within the guild.

Having passed the early stages of the game, and without Jiang Heyi secretly feeding them resources, the couple started playing smoothly.

The key point is that they actually found a group of friends who didn't mind their cheesy antics, but instead thought they were great for creating entertaining content.

If these guild members knew that they were the same person in real life and in reality, their expressions would probably be quite interesting.

What's strange about French fries is that the atmosphere at the dinner table is warm and fun.

Everyone was talking about their experiences with the Stars of Truth, and there were no scenes of parents suddenly having an episode of illness, or people being all lovey-dovey and affectionate.

People are coming to visit. Should I restrain myself?

French fries wouldn't think that way.

"I have a feeling they're holding back a big surprise."

After peeling another shrimp, she glanced at Jiang Heyi, who was only focused on chatting and listening, and was only eating vegetables that didn't need any processing. Without thinking, she put it in his bowl.

Natural and fluid.

"bad!"

The alarm bells in the French fries' hearts were ringing.

My parents' gazes drifted over, their smiles carrying a deeper meaning.

The two experienced people could tell at a glance that the two of them had done this quite often when they lived together, and their expressions became increasingly gratified.

Has it started? Is the illness about to begin?

"Come on, let me continue telling you about the monster we encountered in the dungeon."

The topic has now returned to the Stars of Wisdom.

French Fries swallowed.

Something is wrong, nine out of ten times something is wrong.

They've held back from unleashing their power; what amazing move are they saving up for?

(End of this chapter)