T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 501. Visitors from Outer Space
Jiang Heyi had figured out how to start before he was about to make his move when the sense of being watched that he had vaguely felt not long ago reappeared.

He noticed that the fries had also instinctively turned around with him, and a strange, inexplicable feeling of unease crept into his heart.

Is it just the illusion of high-intensity gaming?
It's true that you'll feel groggy when you wake up after a long, continuous battle.

He shook his head.

The most urgent task is to solve my parents' problems.

At this moment, the Lemon Soda Guild members couldn't hide their anxiety in the group chat.

They were all college students who hadn't experienced much. When their community accounts tried to defend themselves, they were immediately attacked by their loyal followers and bombarded with private messages.

The thought of things escalating and potentially getting worse inevitably made him feel aggrieved and depressed.

They say "I don't care," but the decrease in the frequency of chatting and the constant posting of search results in the group already indicate everyone's unease.

In large-scale online games, social interaction is an essential element. Where there are people, there will be conflicts, let alone in a game as large as Proof of the Stars.

He usually only gets caught up in other people's gossip, so it's no surprise that he was at a loss when it happened to him.

Lu Xinxin eased her anxiety.

"Don't worry, I've got someone to help me take care of it, the trouble will be gone soon."

Ohha Guilliman Pogba was puzzled: "Who are you looking for?"

"My daughter."

Seeing that Lu Xinxin was using this joke to tease everyone again, everyone sent speechless emojis.

My Wi-Fi can fly: "Hehe, my favorite Tea God is live! I'm going to record it beautifully."

WiFi Bro is a loyal fan of Tea God. Since the show started airing independently, he has watched every episode without fail and even created a special account to help make video clips.

With screen recording software ready, open a novel and enjoy a carefree time of daydreaming.

If it weren't for this little gust of wind, he would be in a better mood today.

"Hello, are you there? Oh, I can hear you."

The classic test microphone, the Tea Master is still as adorable as ever, a bit rustic, but so cute!

His lips unconsciously curled up, and he felt like an old man strolling in the park with a radio.

"Oh, the reason I suddenly started broadcasting is that I wanted to tell everyone something."

"Hmm, I don't want to use the guild's official account."

WiFi Bro glanced at the comments section; they were all asking what was going on and hoping Tea God would send some New Year's greetings.

The Tea Master readily agreed: "Wishing everyone good health in the new year... Uh, let's get down to business."

“A family member of one of our members on the boundary between the virtual and the real world has recently encountered some trouble.”

WiFi Guy frowned.

Given the current influence of the virtual and real worlds, and the fact that one is receiving dividends and is close to financial freedom, there should be no need to ask for help via live stream when encountering "trouble," right?

He astutely sent the message to the group chat, urging everyone to watch the live stream.

"It's not as complicated as you think. They were betrayed when they were exploring the fog wall area outside the Temple of the Clarity."

Everyone who entered the live stream was stunned by the lemon soda.

He then smiled with relief.

It turns out they weren't the only unlucky ones caught up in conflicts because of similar things.

This game is never short of juicy gossip; there's fun to be had everywhere!
“We tried to communicate, but the other party showed no attitude of admitting their mistake or trying to solve the problem, so my family came to us for help.”

How could they be so similar to them?
The viewers in the live stream were indignant and curiously asked whose family member it was.

“French Fries,” Tea God said. “French Fries’ parents are veteran players since the game launched.”

"..."

"..."

The noise in the live stream vanished from their minds in an instant.

WiFi Bro's head was buzzing. He couldn't help but scratch his head, grab the apple next to him and take a big bite. He glanced at his own chat group and then at the bullet comments, feeling that the world was magical and unreal.

Hibernating orange cat: "Why do I feel like the events described sound like ours, and the Tea Master's words also sound like ours..."

Clock Tower Thief: "It's just a coincidence; this kind of thing happens all the time."

Lu Xinxin chimed in: "All my hard work in finding connections to help me has been for nothing, and you guys are just ignoring my contribution like this."

"..."

"..."

The only girl in the group, and also the one who usually speaks the least, nervously typed out a line of text.

"Are you really an auntie?"

"Alright, Auntie it is then. Actually, it's fine if you call me 'sister' all the time." Lu Xinxin accepted it readily. "WiFi Bro, don't you really like orange tea?"

"Huh? Oh."

Wi-Fi had a vague sense of what was about to happen.

Almost a minute passed.

Orange Tea, who was replying to the live stream comments, suddenly stared at a corner of the screen and stopped moving.

"Yeah, my Wi-Fi from Lemonade House can fly. Auntie told me to say hello to you, and she wasn't lying to you."

"The potion you used to bomb other guilds was made by Mint herself, so it didn't have a label and you couldn't see its rarity."

The guild chat group fell silent for half a minute.

Only WiFi Bro was happily wriggling in his gaming chair like a maggot.

Recently, a meme has been frequently posted in the guild group chat.

"The group member who keeps tirelessly posting shit in the chat group is actually a beautiful girl."

Since the only girl in the group whose identity has been verified, "Auntie said," does indeed like to move poop, claiming that "it can't only hurt me," everyone is overjoyed to think that there are other people in the group hiding their identities.

The guess came true.

However, this time it wasn't the pretty girl who verified their identity, but their idol's parents!
The Withered Realm was the first to break the silence.

"Hello, uncle and aunt!"

Just five simple words are enough to conjure up an image of someone sitting solemnly behind a screen.

He immediately corrected himself.

Happy Chinese New Year, Uncle and Aunt!

Liu Jinhong wanted to laugh: "Why are you suddenly being so formal? Don't call us uncle and aunt. Silly couple, lovey-dovey couple, or 'Endless Brother' are all fine, aren't they?"

The familiar identities were shattered in an instant, leaving everyone in the guild somewhat at a loss.

The person you're playing games with is two cycles older than you...

"There are no two rounds, just a little over one round," Lu Xinxin corrected earnestly.

The clock tower thief exclaimed, "So young?"

"When I was making French fries, I was a freshman in college, younger than you are now."

stunned.

The idea of ​​veteran players who have cleared dungeons returning to the starting area to show off their speed is a huge shock to everyone's worldview!

When they superimposed their familiar identities onto the roles of "French Fries Parents," they found that there wasn't much difference; the lovable couple was still as comical as ever, and everyone relaxed.

Ohha Guilliman Bo: "I'm reminded of a funny story. 'Auntie said' once famously said that he wanted to propose by sliding down to his knees and hugging the legs of the fries."

"Let me see, there are...wow, 278 records in the group related to the auntie's crazy remarks about French fries!"

These words sealed the fate of a bullet that would pierce the monitor and strike someone on the other side of the screen right between the eyebrows.

Nothing makes you want to die more than making outrageous statements in front of the person in question.

If so, it would be in front of the parents of the person in question.

Lu Xinxin is typing.

"Then you might be disappointed, the potatoes have already come to our house for the New Year."

The scariest thing is that the person's parents responded nonchalantly!

They have parents they can't even imagine. It's hard to imagine how French Fries could grow up healthy in such a family environment.

Whatever, let them defy the heavens if they want, since they're not my own parents anyway.

As long as the guild doesn't disband, it's fine. It's rare to find a compatible fixed team. Even if I don't play the game for the rest of my life, it would be great to have something to look forward to after school or after get off work and before I go to bed.

With the winds shifting, everyone opened the website with amusement in mind.

Sure enough, the badger in the melon patch was running around wildly, spreading the latest breaking news to all the communities related to Proof of the Stars.

The whole thing was quite clear: Xiao Feng was simply protecting his top supporter, turning black into white, and trying to use "loyalty" to solidify his patron's goodwill.

For most streamers, intelligent fans are an unstable factor.

Only those who unconditionally protect themselves and blindly follow orders at the first signal are qualified fans.

He most likely weighed the pros and cons before making this move.

With its sheer number of fans and its vast historical legacy, it could easily overwhelm a small guild.

If nothing unexpected happens, the bigwigs in the fan community will give him another round of gold coins after this incident, so he can enjoy them to his heart's content.

However, as expected, an accident occurred.

It's unclear how Xiao Xiaofeng obtained Jiang Heyi's contact information and added him as a friend.

Application message: "Little Wind, I want to explain something."

You could tell he was in a hurry.

Jiang Heyi invited his parents into the room, and only then did he very sensibly accept their friend request.

"Brother, you've misunderstood."

There is indeed some misunderstanding here.

"I don't have any major conflicts with my uncle and aunt's guild. People in the guild are just messing around with their names, and I can't possibly control them all."

"You may not understand because you haven't managed a large guild before. With more people, there are more problems."

"I'll kick that person right now. Could you please help clarify that this really has nothing to do with the rest of the guild?"

I understand now, this is about the Divine Separator cutting off the big spender.

Liu Jinhong laughed.

“He wasn’t this humble when he was talking to me; he was arrogant.”

French fries are positioned on the keyboard, and the input begins.

"There's no misunderstanding, you just realized you've bullied the wrong person."

"If my parents weren't in this guild, your fans would be able to distort the truth and bully honest people at will."

"You don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid you won't be able to make money in the Proof of Stars track anymore."

French fries aren't going to indulge Xiao Xiaofeng.

People must take responsibility for their choices.

He could have easily calmed things down, but he chose to escalate the situation, and now the situation is beyond his control.

If you choose to fight to Stalingrad, then don't call for "peace" when you're pushed back to Berlin.

If an ordinary player is being bullied, who can he complain to?

This small group of people who quietly play games deserve to be crushed by streamers with much larger audiences.

It's obvious that Xiao Xiaofeng agrees with the theory that "I have a lot of fans, so I have a big advantage," and he'll have to acknowledge that when he encounters someone with an even greater advantage.

One should practice what one preaches.

Xiao Xiaofeng was sitting in front of the screen with her hands and feet ice-cold.

"Proof of Stars" is currently the undisputed king of traffic, and no matter what channel the anchor is on, they can't avoid it.

In the domestic streaming community, the top 4 streamers in the Chinese server are undoubtedly the best.

The boundary between reality and illusion is marked by the highest kill rate to date—everyone who initiates a team fight is instantly killed.

It's virtually flawless, with no blemishes to be found.

Friends span the top-tier Proof of Stars player community.

Because of their generous act of giving points to other guilds, even top international players praised them in the community.

Not to mention the Chinese server community, there are countless guilds and players who want them to make a quick buck.

Their popularity is frightening!
Seeing the number of replies and bullet comments in his comment section skyrocketing, he felt a chill run down his spine and didn't even have the courage to click to take a look.

No one complains about not having enough money, but the path to the Proof of the Stars has been completely blocked.

As long as the boundary between reality and illusion and his friends remain standing, and as long as anyone mentions it, today's matter will not be forgotten.

Not to mention... can he really still make money peacefully in his comfort zone now?
In a flash of inspiration, he grasped at a straw.

French Fries' parents are getting on in years, so they might be more lenient.

All you need to do is write a short, tearful essay...

Just do it.

But when he tried to send the message, he couldn't find the contact information.

Xiao Xiaofeng suddenly remembered... it seemed that she was the one who had blocked him.

A visible wave of fan loss has already begun.

Chen Shaoyu witnessed the entire dramatic event that took less than half a day to unfold.

By nightfall, Xiao Xiaofeng had lost nearly 10 followers.

These are genuine, active fans. Most of them are people who are willing to contribute data and make purchases for him. This is the kind of base that any streamer would need to carefully maintain.

"Another one," Chen Shaoyu remarked with a smile.

The boundary between reality and virtuality is simply the nemesis of these streamers who become arrogant after gaining fame.

Even the community is listing their crash records; the list of "victims" is simply overflowing with extraordinary individuals.

"Xiaoyu, dinner's ready!"

As soon as Chen Shaoyu came downstairs, he remembered the candlelight.

He turned back to the room, only to find it empty.

I originally thought she might have teleported to another direction, and I planned to go downstairs and say a few words to my mother.

Suddenly, a strange impulse compelled him to look out the window into the distance, almost as if possessed.

Behind Chen Shaoyu's hometown is a forest, and even in winter, some greenery still adds to the desolation.

His heart pounded, an indescribable tension filled the air, making his limbs stiff and numb. The further he walked, the heavier his legs felt, as if they were being warned to stay away from somewhere ahead.

Chen Shaoyu turned around abruptly, but there was no sign of human habitation on the rugged mountain road.

The intense feeling of being spied on made him sweat profusely.

That gaze seemed to be fixed on his back, and no matter how he turned his head, he couldn't keep up with the other person's speed of movement.

Chen Shaoyu gritted his teeth and followed his inner impulse to move forward.

Deep within the withered bamboo forest, a cold wind swept through, causing the withered grass to swirl and fly.

His eyes were fixed blankly on the candlelight not far away, where the person was kneeling with their head bowed, and...

A woman with one hand on the top of her head.

In the woman's other hand, she was clutching a beating heart.

Did the person who wore the ring come looking for you, drawn by the lingering feeling it left behind?

The woman smiled slightly, revealing the familiar ring.

"Are you looking for this, or are you looking for...?"

She pointed to the candle flame where the heart had vanished.

"she?"

As she spoke, the woman gently unscrewed the head of the candle flame as if turning a screw.

(End of this chapter)