T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 572, Section 571: The Secret Code

The companion they had been searching for appeared before them in a miraculous way, and the two were so excited that they couldn't speak.

The four prototypes went to the kitchen, took the meat simmering in the pot, and the soup that had been simmering until dawn, and hurriedly set a table for them.

Take out the chilled, low-alcohol fruit wine and fill the glass.

Finally, activate the soundproofing array.

It feels like watching a completed anime series in a past life, full of ritualistic significance.

I was also hungry in bed, so I grabbed a steak and tore into it, eating with a bold and unrestrained manner.

"Having been spoiled by cuttlefish, won't these taste particularly bland?"

With her cheeks puffed out, she said, "You know what, it was pretty tough when I first arrived."

The start isn't as difficult as the four Primarchs, but it's not much better.

The bed was placed in a desolate swamp in the northwest of the empire, where intelligent creatures were scarce.

It was summer, the daytime heat was unbearable, and the nights were filled with the roars of beasts.

If you don't want to watch wild beasts and monsters engage in a chaotic battle, chasing after them by scent all the way, then you can only travel during the day while still in bed.

The swamp was humid and hot, and within two days, the blankets had turned into a savage bed.

Every day, their food consisted of wild fruits or bland, half-cooked roasted animal meat.

Every time I chewed, I couldn't help but spit out the blanket.

Having grown accustomed to the meticulously prepared food by Cuttlefish, she felt an urge to jump into Cuttlefish's arms the very next second when feeding this food to a dog, which the dog would sniff for several seconds to confirm if it wanted to eat it.

The four Primarchs can seamlessly revive their martial arts and physical skills upon landing. As a Shadow Stalker by nature, and being a Dark Elf, they have an even greater advantage.

Relying on the dark elves' innate ability to stealth, once the initial discomfort subsided, she was able to easily evade wild beasts and monsters, moving silently.

The lack of magic doesn't affect the performance of the bed, which is also the value of the martial arts style in the early stages.

Having a thorough understanding of Anna's botanical atlas, one can navigate the harsh environment of swampy areas, searching for wild fruits while avoiding poisonous creatures.

The four prototypes took a sip of wine and nodded repeatedly.

"Squid and French fries should have no problem getting through the early game. But for someone like me, whose mage isn't awakened at the start, it's going to be really tough if we get a bad start."

He paused for a moment, then urged.

"And then? How long did it take you to run out of the swamp?"

"It should be 6 days."

Over six days, the savage, through battles with monsters, gradually figured out how much influence the combination of Shadowwalker martial arts and Dark Elf talents could have on high-level monsters.

Having completed the initial practical testing of martial arts and physical skills, I plan to test them on intelligent races to see how high-level mages I can fool without magic.

"So, you stole it?"

He shook his head in bed, then nodded excitedly.

"Suppose you were me, possessing powerful stealth skills, able to crouch in the shadows and leave even magicians bewildered, stealthily stealing as if it were your own backyard. Tell me, if you were penniless and starving, what would you do?"

The four original entities immediately replied: "With such overwhelming skill level, it's indeed time to advance to the thief path."

She doesn't just steal from anyone's bed; in her words, anything she visits is hardly a good thing.

The governor, whose ceremonial sword bestowed upon him by the Lion King was stolen, has just seized the land of a group of poor people.

While in bed, he also delivered the story of his lost sword, along with the contract for the forced purchase of land, to his nemesis, an imperial judge.

The bishop of the diocese who lost the sacred texts secretly sold highly addictive illicit drugs to local gangs in a suburban church, using them to brainwash young people.

So when he was stealing things from his bed, he also poured a mouthful of magic potion into his daughter and son's mouths, so that they could also try out the quality of his "new goods".

He also handed over the detailed list of potion-making recipes to the regional archbishop, and it was estimated that soon someone from the Inquisition would be having a long talk with him about life.

If not, then steal the blanket again.

The archbishop of the region must have some nice things in his house.

A nobleman who collected misprinted Lion King gold coins had an affair with the newlywed wife of another nobleman.

Actually, this is not a big deal in Anna.

Many nobles had mistresses, and their wives were sometimes other men's mistresses, or their wives kept mistresses; their private lives were very chaotic.

This newlywed wife, who was used to being flamboyant, encountered a lover in bed while having an affair at night. She insisted on "playing around" and had the guards arrest and torture him.

This morbid practice of fabricating charges and enjoying the thrill of controlling other people's fate infuriates the person in bed.

After fleeing the scene, she became increasingly angry and abandoned her reconnaissance mission, sneaking into the mansion late at night.

While they were making love in bed, she sneaked into the treasury and packed up the nobleman's collection.

Take what you can, and set what you can't take on fire.

Taking advantage of the chaos as the nobleman was putting out the fire, she left a note, clearly stating that she had started the fire because she disliked the nobleman's new wife, who was someone else's wife, in his bed.

As far as she knew, the two nobles were now preparing for a duel over this matter, supervised by the notary of Anna.

On the types of life and death.

Upon hearing this, the Four Primal Bodies facepalmed.

This nobleman has messed with the "right" person.

Being chased by a group of people while playing a game in bed makes me angrier and angrier, so I turn around and fight them to the death.

In short, it's best to let her vent her anger on the spot. After she reflects on the situation and comes to the conclusion that "I'm going to fight you to the death and make you explode," the other party will definitely suffer the consequences.

The lord who lost his identity ring was the only one among the four victims who made a big fuss about it who could be considered innocent and unlucky.

Stealing his things from under the covers was purely to test the limits of her abilities.

Rumor has it that he is protected by several Rank 6 mages.

In previous challenges, it was confirmed that, as long as one is careful enough, even a level 5 mage would have difficulty detecting her wriggling in the shadows from several meters away.

So she sneaked into the lord's mansion and silently took the ring from the sleeping lord's finger.

"That lord has a decent reputation, and I don't intend to make things difficult for him."

"I even wrote on the card that I was supposed to borrow it for a day and return it to you when the time was up, but the lord just exploded and started a city-wide manhunt for me..." The Primal sighed.

"So you went back?"

"I returned it! I sneaked it back and put it on the bedside table while he was asleep." The blanket smiled, resting its chin on its hand. "Then suddenly he stopped chasing me, hehe~~~"

Rank only indicates that a mage has a certain amount of magical power to match that level, and has little to do with combat strength or the knowledge reserves that are strongly related to combat strength.

If a major city located near the empire's central hub dares to play like this, a Tier 6 rank player could probably chase her to the ends of the earth.

"Anyway, I've figured it out. Here, as long as I don't do anything too reckless, I can walk around like a madman at night, relying on the knowledge I learned from my teacher."

“Unless you run into dark elves,” the Primarch warned, “you can bump into each other in the shadows.”

At this point, the Tetraprimal suddenly swallowed.

"What did you steal from Brendan?"

"I didn't steal anything. He had some really tough guys guarding his side. Before I even got close, it was like they sensed me and floated out to look around. Luckily, I slipped away quickly."

No comparison does no harm.

In an environment full of incompetent people, the power Brendan built up had an average quality far exceeding that of his peers.

He gulped down a big mouthful of meat soup and let out a satisfied burp in bed.

"I heard that he stole your achievements, which is why he made you a powerless puppet ruler, intending to ruin his reputation. I never expected to run into you." The woman in the blankets clicked her tongue in amazement. "It's only been three months, and you've done so well."

"The Southern District Governor has a big house, a group of servants, no worries about food and clothing, and doesn't have to wander around in the sun and rain."

The bed revealed the texture of her frosted hands.

"Look, you've gotten so tanned."

"..."

The Primal slapped its forehead: "Why don't you recall your race and think about what you just said?"

He continued eating with a smile in bed.

"Didn't you steal a lot of good stuff? How come you're in such a sorry state now?"

“They’re after me everywhere. There aren’t many easy-to-sell items among those stolen goods. I can’t just take them out on the black market. Both the legitimate and criminal worlds are setting a trap for me. I can’t escape.” He said in bed, “I can’t possibly steal from ordinary people. At most, I’ll find a few scoundrels and steal some money to eat.”

"It's alright now. I can just rely on you for food, for the Empire! Primarch!"

The bedtime drama began, and she stood up to salute the four original entities, reciting "loyalty."

Needless to say, the Tetraprimal didn't intend to let the bed continue to be exposed to the outside.

Obediently stay and enjoy the Magic Revival Package with him: rehabilitation during the day and playing mahjong at night.

The servants didn't think much of the sudden appearance of a swaggering dark elf in their master's mansion.

The master has finally seen the light; that's a good thing.

They said they'd only stay here for three years, but who knows what will happen after that?
They would be eager to associate with such an easy-going master as the Four Primal Bodies, wishing they could get a meal ticket that could be redeemed for a lifetime.

Brendan didn't say anything, just patted the Primarch lightly, with an expression that said, "If you had told me your needs earlier, I wouldn't have given you the wrong gift."

It's fine if everyone misunderstands, just don't associate your bed with "night rats".

The alliance of victims of the night rats wished they could skin her alive and make her into rat meat sticks to eat.

One morning, the maid hurriedly pushed open the door.

Seeing that the four original bodies were slurping rice porridge in their blankets, they quickly bowed and paid their respects.

"So urgent, is it something important?"

“Yes, Your Excellency, the Adventurers’ Guild sent me to tell you.” The maid looked up. “A request has suddenly appeared in the guild.”

"Commission?"

"The client is a traveling merchant. He listed 5 Lion King Silver Coins in the guild and the request contained only one word."

"What word?"

"The boundary between reality and illusion".

This word was once used by the newly arrived Quadruple Entity.

In an instant, the two who were leisurely eating stood up abruptly.

Soon, the sheriff led the merchant into the mansion.

The two dismissed all outsiders and focused their attention on the plump, fair-skinned caravan leader, asking the question that made them tremble slightly.

"Who commissioned you to come?"

The merchant captain swallowed hard, bowed respectfully, and carefully confirmed the information.

"Are you going to run a guild for life?"

"Don't ask anymore, the boundary between the virtual and the real is the guild's name."

Having matched the code, the merchant captain's eyes lit up. He returned to the caravan and retrieved the hidden letter.

Upon opening the envelope, the four primitives were astonished.

"It's a potato."

The woman in bed was both surprised and delighted.

How did he know we were here?

The Four Primals handed over the envelope and said, "He obtained information about the Dimir incident through the internal channels of the merchants and discovered that the Corruption Tribe had been eliminated."

The woman in bed was startled.

The conspiracy of the Corrupt Tribe, which did not exist in their Anna history, has never been exposed.

The most likely reason for this change is that a variable has emerged in this region that could significantly influence major historical events.

That alone is enough for Potato to make a judgment.

(End of this chapter)