T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 517, Section 516: If it has a physical form, then there's nothing to fear.
Suddenly, the jailer felt the pressure in front of him decrease, and the dozens of undead creatures that had been fighting each other retreated.

She glanced up at her colleague not far away, then brushed aside her drooping bangs, revealing two bright green eyes.

Perhaps because of its cute appearance and its refined manner during confrontations, without any crazy shouting, the jailer didn't feel any sense of oppression from the undead creatures.

The female spirit, who described herself as the "Puppet Master," held the corner of her dress and bowed slightly with elegance and politeness.

"Can our confrontation be temporarily suspended?"

The jailer's mind went completely blank: "Huh?"

"I have other things to do."

As she spoke, she suddenly waved her hand, dispersing the undead servants surrounding her, and pointed into the distance.

The greatsword-wielding hero, still shamelessly pestering Orange Tea, narrowed his eyes slightly. Without even touching the ground, the greatsword rose into the air and slashed heavily at the empty space.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The ear-piercing sound was deafening.

Orange Tea was protected by a spirit and was unharmed, but the woman's shrill scream caused Big Sword Brother, who was almost within reach, to have his ear pierced and bleed.

The sudden explosion brought the surrounding battle to a halt.

The fries sparked as they grazed the blade of the burly martial artist in front of them, both turning their heads to check, but the force in their hands remained unchanged.

The greatsword-wielding hero's eyes blazed with fury: "What are you doing?"

"Necromanticism, despicable, you've said it all, I can't pretend I didn't hear it."

The greatsword spirit scoffed, "Fine, fine. You think mere magic power can make me serve her? Bah!"

"Necromantic heresy, I hope you're not just good at sneak attacks."

The greatsword landed, and the garden floor suddenly collapsed.

The yellowish-brown halo rapidly spread from the sword's edge, causing sand and gravel to float in the air, vegetation to crumble, and even the air to condense into a gelatinous mud pit.

The puppeteer swayed, and the hem of her dress suddenly felt as heavy as lead. She tried to raise her hand, but found that every inch her fingertips moved felt like pushing a mountain.

The vengeful banshee she summoned, capable of shrieking, was also pulled to the ground by this force and could not move.

Even spirits cannot escape.

The friendly negotiations with the Four Primal Bodies regarding the details of the confrontation resembled those of an academically trained magician who had already transitioned to a spectator mode.

He and the four original entities found a secluded corner where they wouldn't be affected and chatted idly.

"Specializing in the field of gravity in falling, a very good level, but there is still room for improvement."

"You don't seem too keen on sparring with me?"

"Of course I would, but... it doesn't feel good to be manipulated. If the person who summons me negotiates with me amicably, instead of using a commanding tone, I would be happy to serve her for a while."

The academic youth smiled: "After all, my achievements are derived from the nourishment of the world. After death, my soul returns to the origin of the world, and it is only right that I give back."

"If we only take and never give, then this world is too closed off."

It still captures the youthful years, showing how someone could possess incredible fighting power, remain calm and composed, and display astonishing self-cultivation on the path to adulthood.

He is clearly the most reasonable among the group of crazy heroic spirits.

Tsk tsk, the puppeteer has already hand-crafted a 4-meter-tall necromancer monster on the spot, while the greatsword hero spirit has infused the gravity field into the sword to achieve miniaturization of the field.

They've clearly gotten really into a fight.

Except for the fries and their opponent moving to a different spot to continue their fierce battle, the entire arena stopped to watch.

beat?
What a load of crap, who doesn't love to watch something funny?

For the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, all that's needed is to stall for time.

A mistake during a forced attack could be fatal.

After thinking it over, the four original entities felt that Zhifeng should never have chosen to restore history.

They are all top-notch ruthless individuals with different personalities and incredible combat power. How is it any different from raising Gu poison?
If you had max-level administrator privileges, you could have absolute power and revoke decisions at any time. But you're already incomplete and still playing like this...

I really don't understand what's going on in her head.

It's the kind of person who always holds the data of the Proof of Stars of an entire world in his hands; just thinking about it makes one break out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Jiang Heyi decided to try to persuade them.

"Everyone, everyone, your only conflict with us as heroic spirits lies in the fact that the one who summoned you here gave the order."

"She is currently engaged in a fierce battle with our friends, and the outcome is still uncertain."

"In that case, we can call a truce before a winner is decided."

The young academic magician hadn't lowered his voice, but his extraordinary spiritual perception had heard everything he said.

Strong people are often a little arrogant, and even when they work for others as heroic spirits, it depends on their mood.

Weaving Wind clearly didn't provide enough emotional value, so...

The shadow mage, who had been guerrilla-like in the shadows, jumped out, bouncing and hopping, and hid in another patch of shadow, no longer lingering in bed.

This is a taciturn assassin-type character. During the fight with her in bed, he uttered a lot of abstract and nonsensical curses.

She didn't respond at all.

His mindset is frighteningly stable.

The two were entangled for a long time, but in reality, they only exchanged two moves.

He tried to attack the other person's kidneys directly from under the covers, but failed.

The Shadow Mage, without using magic, drew his dagger and fiercely attacked the bed's eye sockets, but failed.

After confirming that the other party was wicked, the two became even more cautious, not daring to make a move easily, for fear of losing their kidneys and eyes.

The minotaur in front of the squid lowered his large shield.

"Young man, you have commendable courage, daring to use a shield to counter a shield?"

He looked at the large shield that had been knocked out of his hand once and couldn't help but marvel.

"You flatter me, you flatter me. Your muscles are like steel, they could spark if I hit them. I'm terrified."

"Hahahahaha."

The squid's praise clearly pleased the minotaur, who greeted him, and the two went to a corner to discuss shield parrying and body-forging techniques.

The sinister-looking demon warrior in front of Jiang Heyi did not send an interaction request.

Faced with Jiang Heyi's smiling face, he remained cold, crossed his arms, and walked to the edge of the area where the puppeteer and the greatsword spirit were fighting to watch the battle.

His face was full of arrogance, looking down at others.

Embarrassed, Jiang Heyi could only turn around, wanting to say a few words to the fries.

Her confrontation with the red-haired warrior has come to a temporary end.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight; this guy, who seems obsessed with martial arts, has a strong desire to fight and will challenge you to a duel the moment you meet his gaze.

The fact that things have stopped now is probably due to the atmosphere.

"Nobody wants to be driven around by the wind, but you're like a dog, howling and working yourself to the bone. How shameful."

After all the heroic spirits slacked off, an eerie atmosphere enveloped the area, which he could probably sense as well.

They decided to fight to the death, and if neither side could gain the upper hand, they would save face and retreat.

I touched it, I touched it all.

The candlelight and the wind were locked in a life-or-death struggle, and the candlelight, distracted by the battle on the ground, was momentarily stunned.

The candlelight laughed heartily.

The ability to participate in the battle at the boundary between the real and virtual realms, assisting her in besieging Zhifeng and accelerating her annihilation, is naturally the icing on the cake.

If not, it would be excellent to distract the wind.

The wind was blowing and he was furious.

If she had known, she should have summoned hundreds or thousands of max-level mobs and elites.

The Heroic Spirit units are utterly disgusting; they actually team up with the enemy, fighting amongst themselves!
She wanted to cancel the summons and select a new batch, but as soon as she made any move to adjust the panel, the candlelight would attack relentlessly.

The two were entangled, locked in a fierce battle, their bond incredibly strong.

Zhifeng wanted to break free, but to no avail. The two were both at the pinnacle of combat power, differing only in their knowledge and skills.

They come from the same source, so their moves are unbreakable.

With the candlelight burning, Holola can help her win.

Unable to escape, she was doomed.

Fire and wind clashed, and after a deafening explosion, the shockwave pushed the two people to either side.

It's still a tie.

"Heh, hahahahahaha."

Zhifeng suddenly laughed.

Confused, Zhu Huo frowned, wondering what kind of trouble she was up to now.

"Candlelight, since I have mastered such a useful clone technique, how can you be so sure that I only have one clone?"

"A bluff?" Candlelight said calmly. "But time is on my side."

As she spoke, she glanced at Chen Shaoyu, whom she had been protecting very well.

"You care about that guy a lot, and you actually feel guilty, right?"

"For Holola's sake, you had no choice but to use him as bait and bring him here to lull me into a false sense of security."

"Say more, your time is running out."

“Candlelight, you can evade this question, but can you evade what I’m about to say?” Weaving Wind sneered. “I have another clone, which I created before you discovered my existence.”

"Oh, to be precise, it can't be considered a clone; at most, it's just a remote control device."

"You should know that if the core of a doll is embedded in an inanimate object, it can still maintain activity for a certain period of time even if it is not a perfect fit, right?"

"I can't replicate the complete core, but a low-quality version is actually sufficient."

The candlelight's expression changed from confusion to horror.

"Originally, I kept this core as a backup plan to deal with you one day."

"Now... it has been activated."

"We've arrived at their doorstep."

Candlelight quickly informed Holora of the news.

"what!"

Holola was horrified.

With the ability to weave wind, and the ability to hand-craft a core, one can at most give inanimate objects the ability to move; it is impossible to imbue them with powerful magic.

As time went by, the long journeys and nocturnal habits weakened its core energy, leaving it as weak as a dreg.

Combat strength is roughly equivalent to that of a slightly stronger, well-trained adult male.
No, considering that as an inanimate object, it is not afraid of pain, its evaluation can be even higher.

If you can't overcome the boundary between reality and illusion in dreams, suppressing it on a physical level is more than enough.

Sensing the approaching Wind Weaver clone, she instinctively looked behind her.

She dared not imagine what her Wind-Weaving Clone would do in the Three Realms if they were to travel back to the other side of the world. "Candlelight, if you don't open the barrier and go back to rescue them, you'll be..."

"Ok?"

Before the threat could be fully stated, Zhifeng looked confused.

"How could someone be awake?"

……

……

Nong Ya was somewhat depressed.

The tetramorphs left without saying goodbye.

We agreed that after the Spring Festival, we would go to Guangzhou together and spend a few days with everyone on the border between the virtual and real worlds.

The moment this topic was brought up, the Tetramorphs vanished the next day.

I did say hello to my mother and also sent her a message on my phone...

But people can disappear just like that, taking advantage of others to run away before they're gone.

Itching, itching all over.

Nong Ya began to reflect on whether she had done something wrong.

No?

Everyone got along very well during the Spring Festival.

When the aunt saw me arrive, she beamed with joy and muttered a tirade against the four original entities in her dialect, which was malfunctioning from the translation software crashing.

The reason I knew it was a scolding was because of the state of the four original beings—they didn't dare to look up, looked embarrassed, and explained very quickly.

Sigh, the real-world app version of the translation software from "Proof of the Stars" is urgently needed.

She had no idea what the people at the Stars and Bonfire were doing. Why were they keeping such an excellent prop, a wonderful language library that could almost eliminate language barriers, hidden away?

Take it out and sell it for money!

The inability to make money despite having the means is truly the most frequent complaint from players regarding the Starfire event.

They don't seem like a company at all; they have absolutely no desire to make a profit.

In conclusion, Nongya believes she performed very well during the Spring Festival.

They not only experienced the fun and heartwarming New Year's culture, but also got to eat and drink to their heart's content at the Siyuanti family's house, with no room or board fees.

There were even red envelopes to be won.

Although she knew that young people her age were past the age of receiving red envelopes, she couldn't refuse the aunt's hospitality.

She simply refused, saying things like, "No way," "Sigh, don't do that," and "Look at you," using that classic set of traditional cultural phrases.

If there's anything new I've learned about the Tetraprimates lately, it's probably this:

He looks like a capybara.

This is the last New Year he will spend in his old house before moving to a new one.

His vision of giving his mother a good life was realized in a wonderful way, which always made him happy.

Nong Ya felt that she had caught up with a very memorable moment and participated in the New Year celebrations.

Although there were only three people.

Filial piety seemed to be ingrained in the bones of the four original beings; Nong Ya could sense his heartfelt sense of indebtedness towards his mother.

It seems I've caused my mother so much hardship over the years that she has to hesitate about hospitalization when she gets sick, which is a huge sin.

She had heard about these things before, but witnessing them firsthand still made her sigh with emotion.

"Don't laugh at me, but when I was little, I was angry with my mom because I saw other kids had everything."

"During my rebellious phase, I was ignorant and thought I understood everything about the world. My mom told me to stop messing around, and I retorted, 'What do you know?'"

“When I was in middle school, my mother was diagnosed with a chronic disease. In order to support the family, she had to work from dawn to dusk.”

"One day, when I was going downstairs, she thought I had gone far away and was sighing there."

"Why did I have to get this disease? He's not even grown up yet."

It was just a casual conversation in the neighborhood after dinner, and as the conversation went on, Tetra's eyes welled up with tears.

This was also the first time Nongya had seen this side of the Four Primal Bodies.

Since then, the once badger-like tetramorphs have become capybaras.

In return, Nong Ya wanted to give the Four Primal Bodies a story about herself, but since it was almost time to log on that night, she had to give up.

And then, nothing happened.

They left without saying goodbye and suddenly returned to Guangzhou to reunite.

She was completely baffled. Even the mother of the four original beings was complaining about her son's unreliability, saying that he had abandoned her and run away, which was simply outrageous.

Nong Ya is a person of action; instead of thinking, she'd rather ask the person directly.

Unfortunately, she underestimated the difficulty of buying tickets during the peak of the Spring Festival travel rush.

I managed to snag a ticket, and by the time I arrived in downtown Guangzhou, it was not far from midnight.

I quickly ate a late-night snack, thinking I'd sleep through the night before going over, but then I discovered that none of the members of the Virtual-Real Boundary were online on time.
At this crucial moment in the Tower of Trials strategy, no one is online. This is too strange.

Nong Ya bit her finger and paced around in the hotel where she was staying.

Various dangerous ideas kept popping into my mind.

Terrifying thoughts such as gas leaks and food poisoning lingered in his mind.

"Can't wait any longer!"

She hailed a taxi and hurriedly rushed to the villa.

I got out of the car in such a hurry that I almost got mistaken for someone trying to skip out on the fare and was given a stern "hello".

Having been there before, the security guards at the villa area recognized Nong Ya, this rare golden retriever, and after a few gestures, let her through without any problems.

The residential area on the boundary between the real and virtual worlds was pitch black, completely devoid of light, with doors and windows tightly shut.

Nong Ya shivered violently, feeling the winter wind growing colder.

She pressed herself against the window crack, sniffing intensely...

"No gas smell,"

She dared not let her guard down; she didn't want to become the kind of ruthless person in comedy news who enters a house, turns on the lights, lights a fire, and ignites the gas.

Having visited before, Nong Ya clearly remembered that the boundary between the virtual and real worlds had hidden a spare key under a flowerpot in the yard.

She searched frantically, took out the key, and carefully inserted it into the lock, afraid of sparking even the slightest flame.

Like a cat, I deftly moved the door open a crack to let in fresh air before slipping inside.

"Sniff sniff sniff~~~"

"It has no taste."

"Sniff sniff sniff... Ugh, stinky... Is this... snail rice noodles?"

"Who didn't even pack up the leftover soup after eating? Who did that?"

Upon reaching the kitchen, finding no signs of gas leakage, Nong Ya breathed a sigh of relief, but her cautious nature prevented her from letting her guard down.

She followed the faint light and climbed the steps.

She was too embarrassed to open the doors to the other people's rooms, but the door to the room where she lived alone was slowly turned open.

Seeing him with his hands crossed in front of him, looking peaceful, Nong Ya was so scared that she quickly checked his breathing... It was very steady.

"Sigh~~"

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."

After checking everyone's status, Nong Ya stared at the Stars app on her phone, puzzled.

Strange, everyone went to sleep wearing their devices, but the game doesn't show up online. What kind of bug is this?

Could it be that we'll finally get compensation after all this time?

or……

"Won't they be trapped inside the Proof of the Stars and never wake up?"

Nong Ya couldn't help but imagine it, and then she started to feel scared again.

"Should we give a call to the Chinese server of Starfire? They should be back up and running by now..."

"Squeak~~~"

The door made a rattling sound.

It's very windy tonight.

Nong Ya realized that she had rushed in and hadn't closed the door yet, so she quickly went downstairs.

But she stopped halfway through her journey.

It was a rustling sound, like something being dragged, interspersed with distinct footsteps.

She quickly typed in the text and translated.

"Are you a security guard?"

There was no response; the voice had already entered the living room from the front door.

Nong Ya became alert in an instant.

She wasn't foolish enough to remain silent just because a security guard was visiting.

There happened to be a spray can on the tea table on the second floor that looked like the boundary between reality and illusion, used for painting model kits. She immediately picked it up.

The phone's cold, white light, like a trembling knife, barely sliced ​​through the darkness before my eyes.

The thing was slowly walking up the steps.

It's more accurate to call it a clumsy puppet show than a "step" performance.

Its "legs" are made of rotten flesh, and with each step it takes, viscous tissue fluid seeps out from the joints, leaving winding trails of blood on the stone steps, like the slime left by a snail after it has crawled.

The "torso" is a piece of wood, where the head should be, roughly carved with human facial features.

Two "limbs" pieced together from scraps of flesh hung down to the knees, swinging like water-filled balloons with each movement.

The white bones beneath the chunks of meat are faintly visible.

Nong Ya stuffed the spray can into his pocket, grabbed a folding chair, and smashed it over there.

The monster's body tilted to one side.

"It has a physical form."

She breathed a sigh of relief, then issued an ultimatum.

"Stop playing pranks, or I'll attack."

There was no response; instead, the monster sped up its ascent.

Nong Ya didn't panic. She turned her head, gritted her teeth, picked up the small tea table with the glass panel, and smashed it down.

(End of this chapter)