T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 522, Section 521: The Four Primitives Fail to Pass Human-Machine Authentication
After the fierce battle, only Chen Shaoyu seemed out of place—he was still standing.

Exhausted, the boundaries between reality and illusion were laid out in large characters on the ground, with candlelight joining in.

The jailer kept boasting about his god-like predictions, and everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion gave him face, agreeing with him nodding frequently no matter how many times it happened.

It was him again who stepped up at the most crucial moment.

When the Cuttlefish Quadruple was feinted and Jiang Heyi was too busy to attend to the battlefield behind him, his ability to come to the rescue in dire situations was put to good use once again.

But when asked how he could predict the shift of the wind and the orange tea, he could only give a bewildered answer.

“Intuition,” the jailer said, then confidently straightened his back. “Don’t you understand the awareness of top-tier players?”

A flash of inspiration from a high-level gamer is a god-like move.

A flash of inspiration from a "green" player is a god-like move.

But the jailer always manages to oscillate between these two extremes, displaying a unique and unpredictable style.

"Aren't you afraid?" French Fries suddenly asked. "If you die, you might really die."

The jailer thought for a moment and said with relief, "I didn't think that much about it. Besides, even if it's G, you guys will definitely find a way to handle the aftermath."

He thought for a moment and said, "I might feel bad for my parents, but my brother is still here, so everything will be alright."

"If all else fails, with Candlelight and Holora being so powerful, let's just erase that part of their memories."

Jiang Heyi was a little puzzled. Why was French Fries asking such an obvious question?

In a crisis, everyone acts on instinct...

He saw the meaningful look in the fries' eyes and suddenly understood without a word.

Indeed, if it were anyone else, the jailer would have instinctively done the same.

But this time, it was orange tea that was saved, so there are many more possibilities.

The French fry man spoke clearly, and the jailer answered frankly.

Some people listened thoughtfully.

"As expected of you, your reaction is really quick." Jiang Heyi muttered to himself.

French Fries remained expressionless, feigning ignorance, and said, "Whether it's a success or not, they'll decide for themselves. I don't know anything about it."

"I thought you would choose to wait until you had administrator privileges to restore it, but I didn't expect you to force an shutdown."

Holora's voice descended upon the game along with her figure.

She raised her hand to unfreeze the candle flame and clapped her hands with a smile.

"Everyone is safe and sound, that's great."

Holola let out a deep sigh of relief.

She faced immense pressure as she ventured into the Three Realms.

Defeating the wind is not difficult; the difficulty lies in finding and pursuing it.

The longer the game drags on, the more dangerous it becomes for everyone involved.

Her envisioned scenario was that the Windweavers would utilize powerful races to create effective and rational team compositions, forming instance-style campaigns similar to Siren Formation, Dragon Guard, and Zerg Nest.

With a single race as the foundation, different forms complement each other, allowing for both offense and defense, and enabling both advance and retreat.

No matter how strong the boundary between the real and the virtual is, it will still be difficult to move forward when faced with a venue with not many variables.

I'm grateful for Zhifeng's amazing thought process; when freezing administrator privileges, the first thing she did was choose the troublesome "restore history" mode.

Admittedly, all high-tier units spawned in this mode have increased strength.

However, once the thinking ability of intelligent life is activated and restored, the variables will increase exponentially.

They don't make deliberate choices when playing, but only make detailed adjustments when facing challenges like Boss Rush.

Because it involves too many game variables and has a complete archive of information on historical figures, they once used it as a trial within the organization.

In the parlance of this world, the way Zhifeng operates is to increase the intensity of his own actions.

She ate it.

Jiang Heyi asked, "Where's Zhifeng?"

"Back to reality, you will see her."

This means that the dangerous game that kept them on edge, where they could die at any moment, has officially come to an end.

Aside from the fact that the jailer physically withstood the ninth-tier spell and almost had to restart, their biggest problem was probably the corrosive mucus that kept scraping against their bodies when activating the Tooth and Throat.

If you get even a little bit on it, the shield will melt away.

Even items of the Origin Element and Tidecaller caliber would groan at the slightest touch.

Surprisingly, there were giant mosquitoes.

The "little" pet that the cheap teacher gave me is really useful; it can even be immune to the flesh-dissolving fluid.

The hatred of the Tooth Throat was completely locked onto it.

I breathed on the giant mosquito, spraying countless amounts of essence, but could only watch as it inserted its proboscis into my body unharmed.

This humiliation of fighting with all one's might but being unable to win and being relentlessly attacked would probably lead anyone with a bit more intelligence to choose a dignified strike—self-destruction for a one-for-one exchange!

As long as it is not interrupted by physical attacks, the giant mosquito can continuously suck the essence of blood and flesh.

His furious outburst reminded one of the experience of falling asleep with a buzzing sound in one's ear, unable to find the mosquito, only to hear the strange noise again immediately after turning off the lights.

The condensed life force, filtered and transformed by the giant mosquito, will immediately become the healing blessing, shield, and acceleration effect that people at the boundary between reality and illusion desperately need.

Sucking others' lifeblood to heal the entire team—in any game, this would be a character that players would hate to the core.

But if they're teammates, that's a different story.

As dawn broke, the consciousness of everyone at the boundary between the virtual and the real slowly returned to their respective bodies.

The first thing Cuttlefish saw when he woke up was the conspicuous hole in the door.

He was speechless: "So, last night I was the one who came closest to being killed by Zhifeng."

The house was in a mess, with debris everywhere and bits of meat scattered all over the place, leaving the awakened people nowhere to stand.

It was absolutely shocking; last night they were just one step away from dying suddenly.

Nongya?

Benefactor!
Nong Ya sat on the second-floor railing for most of the night.

This position allowed her to clearly see the rotten flesh next to the kitchen, as well as the bedrooms of the people behind her.

This was the first time she had encountered such a bizarre situation. She felt that if she wasn't careful, the seemingly dead, rotting flesh would wriggle and come back to life.

The treatment of the wound was rough, and the alcohol caused a dull pain. Coupled with the torment of exhaustion, starting in the middle of the night, Nong Ya drank alcohol to suppress her tension while applying alcohol to the wound to stimulate her body and keep her awake.

When she saw that everyone had woken up, her tense nerves finally relaxed, and the anger in her heart was released. Exhausted and in pain, she collapsed to the ground.

Holola examined the Windweaver's masterpiece.

Just as she had guessed, the doll was extremely poorly made, and its quality was evident in everything from its core components to its craftsmanship.

Even so, without anyone stopping it, it could easily kill everyone here.

She looked up at Nong Ya, who was walking unsteadily and could barely stand, and couldn't help but smile.

The Tetramorph asked her the question she most wanted to know.

"Why did you think of coming here?"

Nong Ya grinned and explained, "You left without saying goodbye, and then you didn't go online after returning to Guangfu. I was worried that something had happened to you... like a gas leak or food poisoning, so I rushed over to check on you."

Apart from the four original entities, everyone else could hear the unique nuance in the words.

While many are indeed concerned about the boundaries between reality and fiction, it's clear that one person carries more weight. This can be glimpsed from the misunderstanding surrounding the tea ceremony and the subsequent farewell.

This sudden disappearance has probably caused her to misunderstand again.

Holora laughed with a sigh. She roughly pulled out the now-shut-down Weaver and infused it with magic.

Zhifeng listened to Nongya's explanation in a daze, the shock in his eyes could only be described as unbearable.

If it weren't for Nong Ya, an outsider, she wouldn't have been defeated so quickly.

Why are you so concerned about them?

She only had time to utter that one sentence before Holora shut down the phone again.

Nong Ya's curiosity made her weak eyes sparkle.

I witnessed Holora conjure someone out of thin air and then put them back, as if she had accidentally fallen asleep and was now in a game instance.

Surely my memory of last night can't all be fake?
The candle flame personally touched the wound gently, and the flesh healed, while the deeply embedded glass shards were sucked out.

There wasn't even a scar left, as if he had never been injured.

"This……"

Before she could even express her feelings, the Candlelight consciousness entered the game and modified Nong Ya's game permissions.

"From now on, wearing this wristwatch will free you from the need for in-game translation."

After everyone tried translating a few obscure words correctly, Nong Ya's initial excitement turned into bewilderment.

It took quite a while to explain the situation. As Nongya gradually came to understand, she rested her chin on her hand, looked at Holora, and then at the candlelight, still in a state where she could fit an egg in her mouth.

In her little head, although what happened last night was a bit surreal, she could still explain it as something like biochemical mutation.

She even imagined what it would be like to fight zombies in the future.

The current developments are far wilder than she imagined. The sheer volume of information is overwhelming, leaving her feeling dizzy and overwhelmed.

"So, you mean, all this time you've been playing video games so intensely just to save the world?"

She paused: "Or another world?"

After the candlelight faded and the wind blew, Zhifeng's expression returned to its usual calm: "Including this world, have you ever considered what would happen if people with power like ours committed evil deeds and called themselves gods?"

"Uh, I don't eat beef?"

Nong Ya is making rapid progress and is already able to skillfully use memes in her replies.

Holora stepped forward and took over the conversation.

"Thank you for your crucial role in this matter. I hope you will keep it a secret. As a reward, I will give you a promise."

“Of course,” Nong Ya nodded like a chick pecking at rice. “But what is the promise?”

"It ended without a trace." Holora smiled. "Perhaps my teacher will add another promise; we'll find out in a month."

Nong Ya never expected that her risking her life would yield such a huge reward; her brain was overloaded.

As the squid began cleaning, Holora smiled and waved. A gentle breeze swept by, carrying the scattered trash and debris outside.

"That's really convenient." Squid looked at the broom and dustpan in its hand, its face full of envy.

"It was just a generous gesture to wrap things up. You should thank 'Woo' for responding to me, which made things much easier."

"Isn't she dead?"

Holora shook her head: "She was the only life on the magical side. After her death, she returned to the other side of the world, to the Origin Magic Sea, and entered a deeper slumber. As long as the magic of this world does not recover, she will not easily awaken."

French Fries asked curiously, "Is this situation common in our world?"

"Do you mean the line between magic and normalcy?" Holora shook her head. "It's not common."

"The birth of all civilizations originates from a single coincidence, while the continuation of civilizations is mostly built upon countless miracles."

“A life like ‘Wu’ that voluntarily gives up becoming another possibility of supreme existence is probably rare even across the entire starry sky.”

"I can imagine how interested the rulers would be in it."

Holora stretched and yawned.

"If you want to find me, just send me a message on the app, and I'll show you around my lovely little house."

With a flick of her finger, her figure blurred, leaving behind a group of people who, despite having just woken up, were utterly exhausted.

A question came to mind while I was in bed.

"Candlelight, Tower World, do we still need to fight?"

This competition, which originated from the battle of candlelight weaving the wind, has now ended with someone permanently logging off. Perhaps it's time to come to a close?
"beat."

"Ugh?"

"Lady Holola will maintain order in the remaining month of the competition. The competition will proceed as planned, and the rewards will be distributed as usual. However, there will be no sharp blades hanging over everyone's heads anymore."

Candlelight smiled faintly: "Let's just treat it as a pure gaming experience and a chance to prove ourselves in our respective worlds."

Jiang Heyi breathed a long sigh of relief.

Despite currently holding the upper hand, the pressure on him only increases as he accumulates points for assistance each day.

The points-based assistance system is still too slow; it can only assist a maximum of four teams per round of the game.

The changes that points bring to these guilds will take at least a few days to materialize, which is too long compared to the month-long competition period.

If there are still 3 months left in the World Championship, he is confident of victory.

Even if they drag it along, they can still crush the top guilds in this world.

Therefore, the closer he got to the final stage, the more anxious he became.

As the president, he cannot show negative emotions; he can only process them on his own.

Only French Fries noticed his worries, and for the past few days, he has been taking the initiative to cuddle with him to fall asleep.

During the honeymoon phase, even if you wake up to find your hair flattened or your face covered in your breath while sleeping, it's still a sweet memory.

not to mention……

Hehe, the fries smell so good!
The two glanced at the four original bodies and Nongya who were talking in the distance.

Hmm, watching a play is very interesting~~~
"Didn't you have anything special to say to me?"

"Uh, so I've been saying thank you the whole time."

Nong Ya sighed helplessly: "I was worried that something would happen to you, so I rushed over without stopping, and I'm ready to fight to the death if I encounter a monster."

“She almost died,” she emphasized.

The tetragonal said sincerely, "Yes, thank you so much."

"..."

Nong Ya sighed, feeling as if she were talking to a piece of wood.

After thinking about it, she decided to change her approach.

"take me Out to eat."

"No problem. Should I choose the location? Are there any dietary restrictions?"

Sure enough, after changing the communication approach, the seemingly blocked brain of the Primarch suddenly became smooth.

At least it can pass human-machine authentication.

While he is adept at handling everyday problems, he is surprisingly insensitive in certain areas.

(End of this chapter)