T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 547, Section 546: The Promise
The Tower World has ended, a new quarter has begun, and the routine after the holidays is back. At the boundary between the virtual and the real world, everyone is getting closer and closer to returning to their original lives.

Having gotten used to living together, the impending separation inevitably brings a sense of reluctance.

The good news is that they don't need to make a choice.

Holora, sipping her popsicle, lazily made the decision for them.

“I think the scenery around this villa is nice, and there aren’t many guests. They are all people who live alone, so they are not usually disturbed.”

"Besides, I've already dug the underground caves, so it'll be easy for me to find you."

"Why don't you take over the houses around here? It'll be easier for me to protect you in the future."

Jiang Heyi really wanted to complain about Holora. Why did she have to covet her own cave instead of staying in her perfectly good house?

It's pointless to force something out of something that doesn't exist.

Holora responded with her hands on her hips, saying matter-of-factly, "But I just can't help it."

Despite the complaints, her plan was flawless and perfectly captured everyone's desire to get together anytime, anywhere, and feast on Potato and Squid's cooking skills until they were full.

"They all agreed?" Holora clapped her hands. "I might as well go talk to a few more people and have them transfer the land ownership to you, so that it will last until you die."

It's easy to guess who Holola will go to.

The squid asked in surprise, "Is this...is this appropriate?"

“What’s inappropriate about it? They’re really looking forward to continuing to hold the Tower-like World competition. Without the competition, there are no rewards,” Holora clicked her tongue. “Our teacher entrusted me with the right to organize the competition.”

Given the precedent of mineral maps, if Holora, this visitor from another world, were to communicate with her on an equal footing, the other party would likely respond with an "yes" without much thought.

"wait for me."

As she spoke, Holola disappeared from the living room with her soda.

His tone was as casual as if he were visiting a neighbor.

Since becoming obsessed with Proof of the Stars, Snow Water Fried Noodles' daytime life has become much more fulfilling—browsing online communities, watching videos, and searching for information related to himself.

The Chinese server community offers a large and satisfying experience, making it an indispensable staple food.

External service communities are like dessert and fruit after a meal; you can skip them, but you can't do without them.

Eat a little of everything for a balanced diet and feel comfortable all day.

"I was the first one to enter the game, and none of you could persuade me to stop. Now you're the one who's addicted to the game, interacting with a bunch of kids and even bullying them."

As he spoke, he shook his head while holding the enamel mug.

Snow Water Fried Noodles scoffed, "What do you mean by bullying a child? This is a game, a competition, and there has to be a winner and a loser. If you're bad, just practice more."

"Well, that's a trendy phrase of yours. I guess you've figured out how to navigate the online community."

"You seem to be having a great chat, want to join in?"

"?"

The third sound in the room made the two men's necks freeze, and they slowly turned their heads.

Holora shook the nearly finished soda and casually sat down on the sofa against the wall in the study.

The two quickly stood up.

"you……"

Holora was very casual: "Sit down. We've met several times already, why are you still so nervous?"

The snow water fried noodles and the enamel mug exchanged a glance, then slowly sat back down.

Compared to the somewhat somber and rigid Candlelight, her superior, Holora, seemed much more approachable and friendly.

But for those who know the truth, communicating with a normal mindset is really difficult.

The power emanating from the candlelight alone was suffocating them; what would Holora, as the one in power, be like?

Since the other party respected their weaker civilization and did not treat them with the arrogance of a superior civilization, they could not be ignorant of their place.

Especially since there are other server rulers in the world who, in a moment of madness, considered focusing their attacks on Candlelight...

When they learned the truth, they were so upset that they wanted to yell at these idiots.

Even if you have the ability to kill the candle flame, so what?

Let's lure the master behind her and play a match-3 game.
It's hard to understand how, when they are all human beings in the same position, their opponents can be so low-class that it's unbearable to look at them, yet they can come up with the idea of ​​pushing billions of lives to their doom in a flash.

Holola knew what they were worried about, and through the candlelight, she also learned about the group of brilliant minds who had come up with ingenious ideas.

However, since it was suppressed by the people of this world before it was even implemented and immediately excluded from the core circle, she couldn't be bothered to care.

To be frank, Holola thinks the average level of the rulers in this world is alright.

While there are many humanoid stars, they far outnumber anthropomorphic beings in the magical world.

“I need a piece of land.” Holora raised her hand and projected a circle around the villa area where they currently resided at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds. “Follow your procedures, this land will belong to these seven people until the last one passes away.”

The two looked at each other.

The enamel mug said, puzzled, "As I mentioned before, we no longer belong to..."

“Retirement, I understand, but since you've experienced the Proof of the Stars so thoroughly, it's more convenient to contact you. Could you pass on a message for me?” Holora waved her hand. “I prefer to communicate with people I know well.”

The enamel mug made a phone call on the spot to inform Holola of her needs.

The person on the other end of the phone was in a flustered state.

After a long silence, Xue Shui Chao Mian finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

"What secrets do these seven people hold that are worth all this trouble?"

“I’ve looked at their information and they don’t have anything in common. If I had to say who stands out, it would be that teacher named Zhong Zemo. He teaches in the advanced class at this age and is very popular with the children, which leaves a deep impression on them.”

The enamel mug almost spoke off-key, and he quickly gestured with his eyes for the snow water fried noodles to shut up.

The snow water fried noodles didn't shut up.

He took a deep breath and continued the conversation.

"The rest of the people..."

"Jiang Heyi, as the president, does have a wonderful charm that brings everyone together. I have met such a person before. He may be slightly inferior in other aspects, but his ability to make people willing to believe and get close to him is an essential quality for a team leader."

"Lu Yanfei's execution ability is far less than imagined. She hesitated to take the first step in serializing her novel, writing and deleting on the website, creating one pseudonym after another, until she met Jiang Heyi, when she finally mustered up the courage to secretly start serializing it."

"She gained the determination to stop hesitating because of Jiang Heyi. Her fearless spirit in the game can be touching, but it shouldn't be a quality that the people behind you should aspire to."

"Brother jailer?"

He laughed as he spoke.

Not only that, even Holora, who was resting her chin on her hand listening to the sharp commentary on the snow water fried noodles, smiled.

The room was filled with a subtle atmosphere that made one want to smile.

Just mentioning the name is enough to make people happy.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't making fun of him."

Holora nodded: "I understand what you mean, let's continue."

"The prison guard is an extraordinary person. In the words of today's young people, he is a god."

"He's a very pure person, so pure it's almost abnormal. It makes you wonder how his brain works. I can't understand it, but the kids in the community all like him because...you see, when we mention him, we all want to laugh. That's just the kind of person he is."

"Orange Tea, she was born into a relatively poor family, but over the years she has gradually escaped poverty. She still retains the qualities of hard work and simplicity, which is truly admirable." "Her luck in the game is astonishing, but in reality... if luck really works, her background shouldn't be so bad. I can only marvel at the wonder of fate."

"The Four Primal Bodies... are unremarkable. Their information is so dry that it is difficult to read. They are ordinary people that you can see everywhere in life. If it weren't for the boundary between reality and illusion pulling them together, they might never have woken up in their posts and would have just spent their lives like that."

"The same goes for her. Her family has a little money, she is proactive, and she knows what she wants and will take the initiative to pursue it. Such a person is unlikely to fall into poverty. She can always make judgments that are in her own best interest."

"I flipped through it again and again, and I was still puzzled."

“They are ordinary, at least in my eyes, but the resources and power you have mobilized far exceed what we can imagine or see.”

"why?"

The enamel mug is in a hurry.

This curiosity clearly crossed the line. How strange! How could someone make such a mistake when making fried noodles with snow water!
Holora stared at the old man with snow water fried noodles, yet one could still glimpse his dignified, bright eyes.

For some reason, a few words popped into her mind.

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."

Even as they approach the end of their lives, the elderly still find it hard to resist the allure of the unknown.

"To your world, they are just young people who became famous because of games, but to us, they are indispensable."

"It is my mission to help them live a happy and fulfilling life."

"Since he was born in this country, it's fate."

"To cooperate and make their lives perfect and smooth, I will make the World Championship an eight-year event."

"If they live long enough, you can get enough 'information' from the game until they die."

"This is enough to accelerate the transformation of the world to a certain extent."

Catching a glimpse of the disappointment in Xue Shui Chao Mian's eyes, Holora seemed to realize something and sighed with relief.

"On the day you die, I will come to see you off and tell you the answer to your question."

In an instant, a glimmer of hope burst forth in the dim eyes of Xue Shui Chao Mian.

It's like a child reaching out to their parents for a toy and the joy of being granted permission.

It's like when you were young, you opened a new book still smelling of ink, immersed yourself in the ocean of knowledge, and learned about the unknown.

That boundless curiosity is like a child gazing at the starry sky, with countless thoughts flashing through their mind.

The snow water fried noodles reflected in the eyes represent the consistent source of human progress from beginning to end.

"Thank you, but I have another favor to ask."

He swallowed hard; he was really anxious.

Why is Snow Water Fried Noodles talking so much today!

Holola didn't mind: "Please speak."

"Could I, in my dying moments, take one last look at the hometown behind you?"

"I want to know what the world looks like, the place that nurtured such a powerful life as yours."

"Many of my childhood dreams have come to an end here. I've done a lot, but I've always felt that I haven't done enough... but I don't have the means to continue."

"I want to use your hometown as a starting point for my imagination."

"Life is too short. I will not live to see the moment when this country stands at the top of the world, nor will I see my descendants leading the next generation who still yearn for the stars and look up at the cosmos."

"I hope that this country... no, our world, can reach your level in the future."

The enamel mug's anxiety was extinguished by the gentle warmth of the words spoken.

He felt his eyes getting a little wet.

Holora's languid posture automatically corrected itself as she spoke of the snow water fried noodles.

She sat up straight, her back perfectly upright.

The old man's stern gaze melted away like water.

A gentle warmth, seemingly capable of encompassing all things, was rippling through the air.

“If people like you can continue to be born in this world…” Holora stretched out her hand, “we will meet again on the other side of the world.”

As the snow water fried noodles grasped her outstretched hand, Holora added with a smile.

"My teacher also hopes that more civilizations can emerge from their cradles, otherwise... the starry sky is too desolate."

The phone in the enamel mug rang, and the other end had already given a reply.

"No problem, we will go through the process as quickly as possible and complete it without revealing any information."

Holora nodded, turned around, and disappeared without a trace.

Back at the villa on the boundary between reality and illusion, seeing everyone still squatting at the scene waiting for news, she couldn't help but sigh, recalling the incident that had just occurred.

"They're really better than the humanoids back home... It's great that you have a safety net mechanism here."

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what Holora was talking about out of the blue.

However, the good news we were hoping for arrived.

The land that Holola casually claimed will now nominally belong to the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, and they can do whatever they want with it.

Keep messing around until the day you die of old age.

Nong Ya clapped her hands: "That way we won't have to complain about our inhuman neighbors anymore. We're all neighbors now, and the problem is easily solved."

As the passion for language intensifies, Nongya's language learning, which doesn't rely on translation, continues at a rapid pace.

They can use such down-to-earth language and popular internet memes with ease.

“In that case…” Cuttlefish stretched lazily, “I need to go back for a while. In the new semester, I have to finish teaching this year’s top class before I come back to enjoy time with you all.”

Jiang Heyi said helplessly, "I knew you would say that. The most responsible man, good teacher."

He chuckled and said, "Those kids who came here because of your reputation will be extremely disappointed when they hear that you won't be teaching the honors classes anymore."

"If that's what you're saying, then I'll continue being a teacher."

“If you really have an addiction, you can find a school here to work again. I believe no school can refuse you, right?” Fries spread his hands. “Why can’t you put yourself in someone else’s shoes? It’s not like you’re being restricted from standing on a podium.”

Squid clapped its hands: "Oh, right."

"Ah, what about our breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snack?" the prison guard asked blankly.

"Your words are like your stomach replacing your brain in thinking. Do you think I'd starve you?" Squid complained. "Besides, there are potatoes, aren't there?"

"Well said, then don't eat our potato dishes anymore."

"Oh no, fries guard mode activated."

"No, no, without potato dishes, I'll..."

"I will not accept your apology until you kneel down and hold Potato's hand."

Wow, you actually did a knee slide!

Holora watched the noisy group of people, like a deflated sugar-free soda...

Tsk, it's still pretty sweet~~~
(End of this chapter)