T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 525, Section 524: Slow-witted, yet perceptive.

Just after 8 p.m., the jailer returned.

Contrary to expectations, he didn't seem particularly happy.

In the past, returning from blind dates humming some random, unknown tune was the standard procedure.

The cohabitation of seven people on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds is very similar to that of a university dormitory.

I'm usually too lazy to go out unless there's a special occasion.

The most diligent ones were Moyu and Jiang Heyi, who regularly drove around shopping and brought home the items on everyone's shopping list.

If someone suddenly wants to go out, they will definitely bring some food to share with everyone.

The jailer had clearly not forgotten about this, as he was carrying a large bag of fruit.

After putting the things down, he asked the person rummaging through the fruit bags, "Where's the squid?"

"Playing online with potatoes."

In Jiang Heyi's bedroom, the game controllers were clicking away. The two guys, who were bad at fighting games but addicted to them, couldn't memorize the move lists, so they resorted to the most primitive and savage way of fighting—randomly swiping their fingers.

Without any rules or methods, no one knows what skills will emerge.

French Fries sat to the side, resting his chin on his hand, watching with great interest as the two of them excitedly moved around like children, controlling their characters.

The four prototypes stared intently at the screen—the rule was that whoever lost would be eliminated, and he was ready to be replaced at any time.

I'll buy any new game that blurs the lines between reality and virtuality to try it out.

Sometimes, even after a well-known gaming YouTuber has made a video predicting it might be a terrible production, Jiang Heyi, adhering to the truth that one has no right to speak without trying it, will still buy some to give it a go.

In the boundary between the real and the virtual, there are quite a few Red Stone Kings like this. To use a phrase from the bed, they are like someone who knows there is shit on the mountain but still goes towards it.

This fighting game was no exception. Jiang Heyi was not good at fighting games, but his desire to try something new was burning, so he bought it without hesitation.

Thinking that I had never played this game with French fries before, I happily invited her over to play together.

Then French fries were banned by themselves.

Unlike Jiang Heyi, who struggled with the game, French Fries picked it up quickly. After practicing for a while, he had a pretty good grasp of the moves and routines.

Jiang Heyi, who was still wildly fiddling with the controls, felt as if the controller of the French fry had been summoned by a god, and would often assist her in a combo that forced her into a corner of the screen to bully her.

"Practice a bit more before you fight me, I won't bully you anymore~~~"

So after asking around, everyone gathered together to participate in the event, a chaotic scene of novices pecking at each other.

The prison guard, who had originally wanted to say something, immediately sat down when he saw the fight was getting intense and asked what the rules were, who was next, and when it would be his turn.

The Primordial One chuckled and said, "Now that you ask, I feel like I'm back in the old arcades."

A group of children pooled their money to play video games for an hour in the owner's shop, which can be considered the earliest game enlightenment of the four original entities.

Nowadays, if this topic is mentioned, many young people probably wouldn't be able to conjure up any images of it.

"There's no one else here, so let's talk about blind dates?" French Fries suddenly blurted out, "Just curious."

The conversation started at just the right time, and Jiang Heyi's idiotic banter with Mo Yu came to an end, causing everyone in the room to turn and look at him.

The person who makes the topic of blind dates awkward isn't here either.

After hesitating for a moment, the prison guard's anticipation for playing games disappeared from his face, and his expression became somewhat gloomy.

"What's wrong? You look so worried." Jiang Heyi got up, closed the door, and locked it.

The Tetraprimal was puzzled: "How can we be bullied like this? That doesn't make sense."

The prison guard stopped everyone from speculating and told them about something that had just happened.

Since they started dating, he and Hu Qian have been taking turns treating each other to meals.

This way, he could quickly determine the two people's preferences based on their tastes, and he really appreciated this detail of taking turns paying. This time, Hu Qian invited him to the restaurant where her father, the prison guard, often treated people.

The jailer's words abruptly stopped.

Inside the room, Jiang Heyi and the other two looked at each other, somewhat bewildered.

"Finished?"

The jailer paused for a moment, then continued, "Have you heard of this old-fashioned light novel called 'The Sword of Léana'?"

"Never heard of it." The Four Primal Bodies borrowed Jiang Heyi's computer and opened a search.

Typing these five characters only brings up keyword suggestions; you can't even find a complete match in the search results.

Cuttlefish stepped forward: "Make good use of various search software. If the Chinese server doesn't work, try the foreign server... uh, there isn't one there either."

The jailer said, "You can't find it, right? No normal person should be able to find it. Because the light novel 'The Sword of Rhea' has just been serialized on foreign servers, and it's being serialized on web pages. There's no normal channel for translation, so the enthusiastic translation groups probably won't even notice this seedling that's only a few tens of thousands of words long."

"These kinds of novels are like the online novels we have here. Few new authors who haven't even finished a volume can stand out."

French Fries sat up straight: "What's the point?"

"I only mentioned my recent reading list briefly in a private chat group of 500 people, and included such an inconspicuous novel title."

"I only recommended this book because some Chinese players in the group were looking for something to read, as a supplement for omnivores."

The jailer leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.

"When we were having dinner today, we were talking about the novels we've been reading recently, and two of the titles she mentioned overlapped with my reading list."

"One is a somewhat well-known domestic online novel, and the other is the Sword of Leana, which is likely to be drowned in the vast sea of ​​books."

"This is a pure travelogue. I have the built-in translation of Proof of the Stars, so I can read it without any problems. How did she manage to read it? I'm sure her foreign language skills are limited to English."

At this point, everyone understands.

The compatibility of their personalities and shared interests has always given the prison guard a sense of joy, as if he had found someone who resonates with him.

They didn't know the specific details of their private interactions, but whether it was Hu Qian's personal charm or the interference from the prison guard, he didn't take these subtle inconsistencies to heart, only thinking that he was too abnormal, which caused the incompatibility.

But this time, the jailer got stabbed.

Once or twice is a coincidence, and three or four times can also be a coincidence.

What about this time?

Many light novels are known for offering illustrations as a bonus with the purchase of toilet paper, but most of the toilet paper available to the public is already among the best.

Most online serials are no different from domestic online novels; they are serialized hastily and ended hastily, dying out after only a short time.

A well-written travelogue can be a perfect record of sights and sounds in another world, attracting a steady stream of readers.

If you don't write it well, it'll just be a rambling mess, and you'll be doomed in no time.

Over the years, the jailer has seen far more mundane accounts than the former, and he believes that readers on overseas servers have as many.

The jailer didn't think so. Hu Qian was just as bored as him. Looking at the cover drawn by the author himself, she was interested in the close-up shot of the jailer, so she clicked to take a look and found...

Holy crap, this is really well written.

Even if there are no jailers, I can stay and take a look.

Oh?
The author actually had other ways to contact him and found a way to tip him. He tipped him a little money to support him, afraid that the eunuch would starve to death.

The jailer shrugged: "Do you think I'm overthinking it, or..."

“We’ll do a background check for you,” Jiang Heyi and French Fries said in unison. “We’ll have the results tomorrow, very soon.”

　Rehabilitation 5K successful! Only 5K away from 10K!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)