T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 541, page 540. Hehe, I don't believe it.
As the release date of the Stars' Proof approached, Chen Shaoyu suddenly looked up at the night sky.

There seemed to be some unseen force urging him to "do something."

"Feel?"

Chen Shaoyu, somewhat surprised, flicked the candlelight-lit midnight snack and half a bottle of vinegar over to her, urging her to savor it.

He's become addicted to candlelight, practically drinking vinegar like water.

He asked, "What happened?"

"The Overlord has sealed off the Sea of ​​Magic and the 'Extinct Volcano,' so it won't overturn this world for the time being."

"Then why do I...feel uneasy?"

Candlelight smiled and said, "Because you used that ring, the Sea of ​​Magic, though unconscious, sensed a 'threat' and subconsciously called upon the child it had raised for assistance."

She paused, then pursed her lips: "The passage is closed; the Overlord is going back."

Aren't you going to see him off?

"The Lord told me in advance that it wasn't necessary. He told me to cherish every minute and second I spend here, especially... while you are still alive."

"..."

Chen Shaoyu sighed.

"Your words always make me feel sad. Can't you be more positive?"

"Who made me a puppet?" Candlelight said. "Our lives and deaths have long been designed. It was the master and the ruler who granted me freedom, and I live under this common sense."

"At least try to be optimistic about the time we're spending here," Chen Shaoyu shrugged. "Try to use our common sense."

"I am trying."

"For example?"

"I observed some of the things Nongya did to the Tetraprimals today. Would you like to try them out?"

"What did I do... umm~~~"

In Chen Shaoyu's struggle, all the stars seemed to dim.

After a long while, panting heavily, Chen Shaoyu regained the freedom to breathe.

He felt hot all over.

"The doll's tongue... is more flexible than I imagined."

Candlelight tilted its head: "After all, it's a symphony of amazing knowledge from several sovereigns, and the body was born from the Tower of Reincarnation... In your words, this is a masterpiece!"

"..."

"..."

They stared at each other in silence for several seconds before Chen Shaoyu couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Candlelight has indeed picked up bad habits from the community; she can now easily use puns like this.

Chen Shaoyu asked curiously, "Could you come up with another joke like that?"

Candlelight thought for a moment, then rested her chin on her hand and said, "I don't know if this counts as a joke."

"Oh?"

"We puppets may know more than ordinary people."

As the creator of the ruler, you possess extraordinary information processing capabilities. Even if you lost some of your memories and abilities due to Zhifeng's death, it is only natural.

Just as Chen Shaoyu was about to complain, "Say something I don't know," he saw Zhu Huo twist off his head and put it in his hand, cosplaying as Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King.

This is probably the best performance Chen Shaoyu has seen her perform since they got to know each other.

Did they hide the jokes that I didn't get?
After staring at the head in the candlelight for a while, Chen Shaoyu suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, his whole body turning red.

……

……

As Chen Shaoyu and the candlelight gazed at each other in silence, black mist filled the ceiling of the villa's main hall, blurring the line between reality and illusion.

Just as when the Sovereign descended, a precise projection from beyond the stars opened the passage.

The three coal balls, which had been residing in the body of the newly appointed permanent doll Black Carp, gradually detached themselves from the doll's body and disappeared into the dark mist.

"Herola, Black Carp, the next hundred years, this place, and everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion, are in your hands."

“I gave the candlelight a separate reminder, but… perhaps it would be better for her to simply enjoy this peace.”

Holora patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, teacher, I will definitely teach the course well."

Black Carp knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will remember the promise you made."

As his gaze swept over the people at the boundary between the real and the virtual, the Overlord couldn't help but sigh.

"Seeing others take action back then gave me the determination to take that step."

"Now is it my turn to give you the determination and make everything happen?"

Upon hearing this, both the jailer and Orange Tea blushed slightly.

"Fate is wondrous."

"It should be a kind of inheritance."

Deep within the black fog, sounds surged like a tide, rhythmically assaulting everyone's eardrums.

Amidst the chaotic sounds of the tide, Jiang Heyi heard a familiar female voice.

"How is my new adopted student doing?"

Then came the man's tense, somewhat cold voice.

"It would be better if you didn't tease their toys."

The Sovereign's voice gradually faded into the distance, and he replied to the two figures deep within the vast black mist: "Both are fine. The passage is not completely closed, so you can call out a few words."

"Hey~~~ You must be happy, because a hundred years from now, hell might be just ahead!"

"Promise me, teacher, no matter what, being happy is the most important thing."

"Your teacher will be waiting for you at the end of her life!"

How did I become... a teacher?
Holola shrugged and sighed helplessly.

"You'll get used to it...it'll happen sooner or later."

French Fries asked, puzzled, "Logically speaking, she's the master's teacher, and we're her students, so... how does this work?"

"Calculate it however you want."

With the teacher absent, Holora immediately became lazy, quickly pulling out a bottle of soda from the refrigerator and chugging it down, while also grabbing a large meat pie that Squid had just made and starting to eat.

As she chewed, she said, "Where we come from, very few people care about these things."

A question I'd forgotten to ask before has resurfaced in my mind.

The fries asked, "You guys have lived this long... don't you get tired of it?"

Cuttlefish clapped his hands: "Hmm, this is one of the challenges to the theory of lifespan."

Holola has become everyone's substitute teacher, sharing all her knowledge without reservation.

“Back in the beginning of the world, we faced this enormous problem.”

"The immortal beings you witness in the game are all trying to break through this barrier in various ways."

"Countless people have witnessed the long-lived dragon and the siren's madness, and even the teacher's friends could not escape this curse."

"Fortunately, over the long course of time, the paths explored by countless predecessors have provided us with many insights, which have eventually converged into several proven and effective paths that are still in use today and are being improved."

"My teacher used the sleep interval method in this cycle."

Holola then went on to explain.

"This method was first discovered by the dragons, and the best among them were the first to realize the feasibility of repeatedly weakening the threshold using dreams."

"By switching between dreams and reality, we can effectively reactivate our senses, cognition, and mindset that have become numb."

"And the gameplay of 'Proof of the Stars', which starts with a dream stage, comes from this."

"This is just one method. If you don't want to stay in a dreaming state, you can also achieve a similar effect through drug stimulation."

"If the medication is not to your liking, there are also segmented memory storage, consciousness dulling reset, and personality backup."

"We have everything!"

In short... "Don't worry about the argument that immortality equals torture. Immortality without power is a cage, while we..." Holora snapped her fingers, "possess very reliable power."

"In the future, this power will also belong to you."

The jailer didn't really feel anything about this topic.

The transition from ordinary humans to immortal beings is still a long way from the boundary between reality and illusion; their life story is only just beginning.

Now, what he cares about most is his family's reaction.

"I've found a girlfriend, so I don't need to worry about anything anymore."

With a very brief sentence, the jailer tried his best to suppress his inner elation.

The message was reviewed by Orange Tea, confirmed to be correct, and then sent.

However, the family members were not as excited as expected.

"Shucheng, we know you have a problem with Hu Qian and complain about us, but there's no need to bring out those scraps of paper you like to fool us."

"?"

The jailer was puzzled. Why did no one believe him when he told the truth?

After emphasizing that she was indeed his girlfriend, and that she was selling orange tea, even Yuan Huanye chose to ignore her.

I'll stick to one thing; you can say whatever you want, but I won't believe a single word.

What do you mean?
She looks down on her own son!

The two have just started dating, so they can't be as inseparable and sticky as potatoes and fries.

It can't compare to the natural, seamless fit of a squid in a bed.

When it comes to manipulation... anyone who sees Nong Ya at the boundary between the real and the virtual has to bow down obediently. The four primal bodies don't need manipulation; even if they're like a piece of wood, Nong Ya can still "manipulate" them in a variety of ways.

Meanwhile, the prison guard and Orange Tea are in the early stages of their relationship, cautiously and somewhat awkwardly adapting to each other.

Every word and action carries the sour smell of unbroken boundaries.

We've known each other for so long, and our daily words and actions feel strangely familiar.

But after confessing their feelings, the two of them were unsure how to interact anymore.

"Is it okay to hold this hand?"

Following this line of thought, the prison guard couldn't help but let his mind wander.

"Is this foot...?"

Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door just before the login was scheduled.

Orange Tea held a tray with a bowl of tomato and egg noodles, gesturing for him to take it quickly.

"I haven't had a late-night snack in a long time."

As soon as he said it, he regretted it and quickly reached out to take it with both hands.

"What happened? It was so sudden."

He knew some of his questions were rhetorical, but he just couldn't hide his little secret...

"There's something else I haven't asked you about. When Zhifeng ambushed me, you didn't even hesitate to help me... Rather than saying you were manipulating things, you were actually keeping an eye on me the whole time, right?"

The jailer nodded silently.

"Have I never taken credit for anything?"

"I don't remember, I don't think so," Orange Tea asked. "Didn't you take the opportunity to say it back then?"

"I don't want to see any plot where saving someone's life leads to them paying you back. What kind of person does that... If you're willing to agree, then agree. If you don't like me, then I'm just not lucky enough."

The orange tea suppressed the upward curve of her lips as she helped the jailer set out the chopsticks.

"Eat up. It might not taste great. There weren't many options when I was in school, so my cooking was pretty haphazard. Just don't mind."

After moving in together, Cuttlefish Potato took care of everyone's meals every day, and her skills even deteriorated a bit.

"It's definitely a bit of a shoddy job," the jailer said bluntly. "But the taste is alright. Next time, add some salt. Without salt, the sugar and vinegar flavors are too overpowering."

Orange Tea wasn't angry at all; instead, she laughed out loud.

Although I sometimes get annoyed by the guard's blunt way of thinking when talking to him, it's actually quite easy to understand him as long as I can follow his line of thought.

"Alright, alright, I'll learn from Cuttlefish Potato."

"I'll learn it too."

Orange Tea, resting her chin on her hand: "You're interested too?"

"Even if you want to slack off one day, I won't let you eat pig swill."

"If an outsider saw that tone, they wouldn't think you were a prison guard," she couldn't help but tease.

"It's alright." The jailer quickly slurped up his noodles, let out a burp, and said slyly, "As long as you let me see my feet, no one will mistake me for someone else!"

"..."

"..."

Orange Tea left the room with the tray, leaving the jailer behind with a frustrated sigh.

So you really can't be so straightforward!
Sigh, I promised, but I didn't keep my word...

After hesitating for a while, he became conflicted and blamed himself.

"Ugh, I'm such an idiot..."

"Hehe, at least she didn't yell at me, hehe!"

"She's so nice~~~"

As the Tower World came to a close, the guilds that had benefited from the boundary between the virtual and real worlds sent messages of gratitude as soon as they logged on.

Despite statements made outside the game, players who have been playing for years still habitually consider the in-game experience as another reality.

Both sides need to be in place.

Recalling the chaos that occurred when the game was first launched, the grand scene of people cheering for their names at this moment feels like a lifetime ago.

Their popularity and prestige are unprecedented. Even by simply relying on their connections and saying "Give me some face," they can make Chinese guilds voluntarily withdraw from the competition for in-game resources.

As for foreign guilds, there are probably only some groups that want to stand out and are still thinking about getting involved with them.

The operation of invading strongholds has not occurred since the later stages of the Tower World.

After the Tower World ended, the NPCs returned to peace.

Kesha, as usual, held onto its tail, waiting for Jiang Heyi to appear.

Feeling she had made a contribution by being so active in the Tower World, she finally brought out her signature move, the "flying pounce," once again.

Peppermint and Rene immediately agreed and began researching new potions at the guild headquarters.

According to Areravi, her daily routine consists of keeping an eye on the strange potions these two guys are concocting in addition to her forging.

It wouldn't explode, but the unknown effects always made her uneasy.

Not long ago, they concocted a potent corrosive potion that could erode her scales, yet proudly claimed that they had invented a new cleaning potion.

King Slime is addicted to herding, and the 9th floor of the Temple of the Clarity is filled with cattle and sheep.

Along with Gloria and her good friend from the Sunrain, Ghost Rat, they also became undead shepherds, helping to manage the ever-growing flock.

The Slime King, who only raises but never eats, is truly a cyberpunk rat.
The designated mascot NPC, Insect Mist, after chewing up a box of scrolls, was suppressed by Gloria's Golden Holy Word spell master—very wicked, it bit off all the words and rearranged them, causing the scrolls to spontaneously combust.

After experiencing so much, seeing these scenes again filled everyone with joy and satisfaction.

A world bubble belonging solely to the boundary between the real and the virtual, where everything is orderly and peaceful.

pretty good.

Holola snapped her fingers, freezing time in an instant.

"The people here are just simulated data, an illusion that you cannot bring into the world of Anna."

“The teacher didn’t have time to finish this lesson, so I’ll make it up for him.”

She spoke softly, in a calm, prayer-like tone.

"Remember everything that happened here, and recreate the miraculous path that once unfolded."

"If you really want to rekindle your relationship with them, then imprint them all deep in your heart."

(End of this chapter)