T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 538, Section 537: Settlement Time
The playground under the scorching sun, the corridor after class, the school gate on a rainy day.

The innocent romances of student days are always accompanied by a strange yet envious chorus of teasing as the two get closer.

There's always a classic scene that belongs to everyone's student days.

Having only recently left campus, everyone wanted to try the same method, but seeing the four original bodies almost burn out, they all chose to suppress their laughter.

For a piece of wood, getting it to ignite is difficult enough.

If you light another fire, the Tetraprimes' brains will be burned out.

●Cheered up: "It's good, I love watching it."

⊙: "It reminds me of when I confessed to Sera."

○: "Don't dredge up strange images from my memory... Don't take over my consciousness... Don't you understand!"

●: "Good-looking, I love watching it, a classic to revisit."

○: "Don't get excited so easily. Don't you realize there are outsiders here!"

Jiang Heyi, who was watching, clicked his tongue in amazement: "A trinity, how amazing."

Information sharing, memory synchronization, and a comprehensive increase in the strength of both soul and body.

Although it looks sinister, power is everything.

"oh!!"

A sudden, synchronized exclamation.

Jiang Heyi and the fries turned their heads sharply and happened to catch a glimpse of Nong Ya removing her lips from the face of the Quadruple Body.

The Tetramorph's body instantly stiffened, its pupils contracted violently, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Nong Ya, on the other hand, took a half step back decisively, a sly smile of triumph still on her lips.

She licked her lips, like a cat that had just stolen some fish, but her reddened ears betrayed her feigned composure.

"Wow~~~"

We had no choice but to join in the commotion.

The Overlord extended its tentacles and gently clapped: "Candlelight, important learning material, have you memorized it?"

Candlelight nodded earnestly: "Yes, Your Majesty, I have recorded it."

This time it was Chen Shaoyu's turn to be drenched in sweat.

She clicked her tongue in amazement, smoothed her hair, and asked, "How come I remember Nong Ya always emphasizing that she was different from the postmodern guys, that she was somewhat traditional?"

“Who says tradition can’t be proactive? When you encounter something or someone you like, you should try every means to get it,” Nong Ya said. “Are you expecting the four original bodies to take the initiative? I’d be so anxious.”

Holora clapped her hands: "Ksha must have a lot in common with you. You might be able to beat her in this area."

Nong Ya thanked her for the compliment and continued.

"Moreover, the Four Primal Bodies are a bit too naive when it comes to emotions. If someone of a higher level than me were to use a little trick on them, wouldn't they end up in a worse situation than the jailer?"

The prison guard interrupted, "Shouldn't everyone show me some respect? Hu Qian was just an accident."

Cuttlefish crossed his arms: "Respect? Then what about my cybercrime record?"

"You can't compare to me even if you're married!"

The words, which hit the nail on the head, made Squid facepalm.

Nong Ya waved her hand: "In any case, it has to be me. After all, I really like wood. Wood makes me feel safe. With me around, he won't be fooled by others."

The French fries rant: "You're the only one I'm fooling."

“It takes skill to lie your whole life,” Nong Ya said nonchalantly. “I made a promise to the Lord, and I’ll keep my word.”

The ruler nodded: "I approve this request; it is valid."

The four proto-organisms, whose brains had crashed, successfully restarted the system.

"So that's why you came to my house for the New Year and were busy taking care of everything..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

China Telecom 3G is so fast!

Jiang Heyi sighed helplessly, "So it wasn't a system restart, it was a rollback. Is it only now that you realize what's going on? Where did your amazing predictive skills from the game go?"

French Fries clapped his hands speechlessly: "Finally figured out what happened during the New Year. It's really not easy. Are you like Chen Gong?"

Cuttlefish shook its head: "It could also be a sloth."

The four original bodies were a little embarrassed by the teasing. They still didn't dare to look Nong Ya in the eye, and their faces were as red as if they had just taken a sauna.

Orange Tea suddenly remembered something.

"My Lord, if Anna is reincarnated, can Nongya go with her?"

The ruler shook his head: "No."

"Ugh?"

In an instant, the room fell silent.

An unpleasant silence enveloped everyone.

The four original bodies and Nongya stared at each other in surprise, their joy vanishing and their expressions becoming complex and subtle.

The Overlord explained: "The simulation results of the Proof of the Stars were based on the seven of you. We cannot know whether adding one more person would cause immeasurable changes to the simulation results."

“A single misstep could lead to an endless cycle of reincarnation, which would be nothing short of annihilation for you.”

Before the Four Primal Bodies could say anything, Nong Ya spoke first.

"It doesn't matter. A lifetime is a long time. Maybe one day I'll get tired of it."

"Let the four primitives go over there; it'll be good to change things up."

"Another world, it has its own unique charm."

The ruler smiled slightly.

“I know you are very generous, Nongya, but I have not finished speaking.”

"Ugh?"

Everyone tilted their heads.

"Although I cannot add you into the cycle, I can take your spirit and reshape you," the Overlord said. "When the dust settles in Anna and the cycle ends, you can descend with us in your normal form."

Nong Ya's face actually turned red.

The four original bodies weren't red just now, but now they're dripping red.

●: "I can feel the images of life and death, of being separated by death."

○: "You shouldn't have said that."

●: "What's wrong with it? Don't you think it's cute?"

The trinity is quite cute.

Everything was going well, but every now and then someone would break away and do their own thing.

Orange Tea whispered in Holora's ear: "Honestly, are you tired of being around your teacher?"

Holora lowered her voice: "They might be a little better than your teachers."

"She seems very kind and gentle."

"Heh... It's precisely because of kindness and gentleness that I feel tired."

Nongya's reincarnation has found its home, and the future of the chosen team in the Anna world is set.

The Overlord has returned to its Trinity form.

"Holora, Candlelight, Black Carp, the three of you, stay in this world for now."

"To ensure that our promises regarding the boundary between the virtual and the real can be successfully fulfilled."

Within the master's body, the puppet whose soul had been taken over responded, making the scene exceptionally harmonious.

"Holora, you have a bit more work to do."

"Please give your instructions, teacher."

The ruler said seriously.

"In conjunction with the game, we will fully impart to them the basic common sense of the world of Anna and the details of magic."

"We need to make them truly native Anna people."

"Has the ability to survive in the most dangerous early stages of reincarnation, when there is no power whatsoever."

"I think you can do it. If you're not confident or feel that the teaching ability is insufficient, I'll replace you."

Holora patted her chest: "If I can't do it, the teacher can dig up my crypt."

Those familiar with Holora know that digging up the crypt is definitely her most ruthless vow. The Overlord's face broke into a smile again.

"Everyone, a lifetime is more than enough time to learn how to become a native of another world."

"Relax, with your abilities, it won't be too difficult."

Jiang Heyi sensed that the Overlord was preparing to leave.

He glanced at someone not far away out of the corner of his eye, pursed his lips, and called out.

"My Lord, may I speak to you alone about something?"

The ruler turned around and blinked curiously.

Jiang Heyi led the Overlord to the outside of the room.

Even when he was far away from the crowd, he still kept his voice down.

After explaining it in a few words, a look of relief flashed across the Sovereign's face, and his smile deepened when he looked at Jiang Heyi.

"You really are a qualified president."

Jiang Heyi sighed deeply: "I wish I didn't need to be so qualified, but unfortunately, some people are just causing me trouble."

The ruler, who was thought to be leaving, returned and announced that he would stay for two more days.

Anyone with a discerning eye could guess that the sudden decision was related to Jiang Heyi, but no one knew what he had said.

Throughout the entire day, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds was busy receiving congratulatory calls from friends and family.

Although the concept of the World Championship was dismantled from the moment the Chaos Celestial Sphere appeared in the Tower World, it was transformed into "human-machine confrontation".

But that's the opinion of players within the community.

The idea that "the Tower World = the World Championship" has deeply resonated with people outside the gaming community.

At the moment the competition came to a close, various self-media outlets all chose the strategy that would generate the most traffic.

"The top 5 players in the Chinese server's Tower of Trials are all gathered together."

"World champions, tanked halfway through the season, still the undisputed T0."

"The French national mercenaries are expressing their respect for the national costume in this way."

In this day and age, everyone has a need to "win".

Some people consider it a win if they don't lose.

Some people, even when they haven't won, will beat drums and gongs and announce to the whole world that they've won big.

The performance of the Chinese guilds at the Proof of the Stars, winning from start to finish, undoubtedly generated a huge amount of discussion both inside and outside the venue.

Although many topics related to the "Proof of the Stars" event have already been trending around in different circles, the off-stage buzz surrounding it this time is exceptionally massive.

In the evening, Yuan Huanye drove to the villa.

Accompanying them was a small truck loaded with all kinds of fresh ingredients and drinks.

From the moment he started directing the workers to unload the goods, his lips never drooped; he was all smiles the entire time.

The jailer had never seen his father so happy before.

When he saw his father take out a very old-fashioned jar, carefully place it in his hand, and tell him to enjoy it slowly, he really got goosebumps.

If I remember correctly, this was a treasure hidden at the very top of my dad's tea cabinet.

When he was a child, he spilled a can, and his dad crawled on the ground and picked it up bit by bit.

He ate his fill of stir-fried meat with rattan.

"Dad, don't do this, I'm scared." The jailer swallowed hard and shoved the tea canister back in. "Be normal."

"How are you talking!"

Yuan Huanye raised his voice eight octaves, then glanced at the crowd watching from the boundary between the real and virtual worlds not far away, immediately softened his tone, and continued to laugh.

"Just take it. If our friends see it, they'll think the Yuan family can't afford it!"

"I really can't afford it, I remember there was only one can..."

"You!" His voice rose unconsciously again.

Yuan Huanye paused, then smiled and explained, "Do you know how many people called to celebrate with your dad today?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and scrolled through his call history.

A densely packed row of them started at 9 a.m.

Without exception, they were all there to celebrate the prison guard's victory in the "world championship".

Relatives, business partners, and old friends took turns sending their greetings.

This was nothing compared to the prosperity of Yuan Huanye's business during its peak.

Tonight, old friends gathered to celebrate with a banquet.

The jailer was shocked: "Such a big commotion?"

"You're so engrossed in playing games that you don't understand. During the final stages, there's been one hot topic about you every day."

“Even the slightest fluctuation in points or floor level will attract countless people to follow up.”

"Putting everything else aside, I reckon quite a few people will be setting you up on blind dates tonight."

Even the jailer was scared when he heard that.

"Stop messing with me! Last time you found Hu Qian, I thought I'd met the right person, but in the end... sigh, just let me have a few days of peace and quiet!"

"That was your mother's doing, don't blame me."

The jailer didn't tell his mother the whole story, but Yuan Huanye clearly sensed the truth from the changes in his behavior.

"People are in high spirits when they have good news," Yuan Huanye assured him.

"I won't rush you, I won't rush you. You can play however you want, you can even stay in bed."

As parents, we feel proud when our children are successful.

Yuan Huanye was like this, and others were no exception.

Tower World is the world championship.

The world's number one, what else could it be but a champion?
Depending on how much importance the local government attaches to it, this could very well be a pivotal moment that goes down in local history.

In the hometown of Orange Tea, banquets were held from one end of the village to the other.

The banquet is held from daytime, with a variety of dishes including chicken, duck, fish, and meat.

The chefs from my hometown, famous for their large-scale cooking, hired two or three of them to manage to put this feast in an orderly manner.

Anyone who comes is a guest; bring a red envelope, no matter how small, and they can be served at the table.

An elderly primary school teacher in the village personally picked up a brush and wrote two large characters next to the door god statue.

"The Tea Master".

Orange Tea's parents didn't know what the "Tea God" was; they just heard the young people in the village say that they should write it in big characters and paste it on the front door.

The old house of Orange Tea was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and strings of firecrackers were set off. There was gonging and drumming, and they were just short of hiring a lion dance.

This spectacle meant that players who wanted to make a pilgrimage to the holy site could only take pictures from afar with their long lenses and tripods.

Orange Tea was the last person to find out how lively the village was.

The voices of Mom and Dad were broken up by the lively sounds of toasting and guessing games.

On the other end of the phone, the village elders were eager to chat with her.

This enthusiasm made Orange Tea exclaim that it was too lively.

It's pretty much the same at home as being in bed.

It's just that the scale of the banquet has increased.

The parents invited all their relatives and friends to their home, and each person received a red envelope.

Instead of others congratulating them, the situation was reversed here.

No other reason than that their parents knew about it, and soon, this family would have two world champions.

During our meeting over the Spring Festival, everyone in my family spoke highly of Cuttlefish, and they couldn't wait to book the banquet after the New Year.

Not long after the New Year, good news kept coming in, and they felt that their quilt had truly inherited their good qualities of decisiveness and courage.

If it had been just a little later, seafood like cuttlefish would have already ended up in someone else's hands.

Everyone seems to be talking on the phone with their family and relatives.

French Fries couldn't help but glance at his phone.

Strange, I've been clinging to my parents all day without a word from them.

They can really hold it in like that; it's not like them at all.

(End of this chapter)