T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 614, Section 613: Second Playthrough

The smell of damp earth wafted over, mixed with the unique odor of rotten wood and stone chips.

That was the taste of time sealed away for a whole century.

Jiang Heyi called out: "Jailer Brother."

The jailer's senses extended into the depths of the dark cave, and he slowly shook his head at the group.

"There is no spirit, and the presence of the living cannot be sensed for the time being."

The necromancer's life perception, the four elemental perceptions, and the scent perception of orange tea combine to form the most reliable radar for the boundary between reality and illusion.

Provided that one's rank is not thrown off, it is sufficient to handle the vast majority of ambush battles.

The squid, shield in hand, charged forward and entered the cave first, a replay of the standard gameplay of the old days.

For the first time in a century, sunlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air.

On either side of the entrance, as far as the eye can see, collapsed archways lean against the rock walls, and the carved emblem of the Clarity is covered by moss, leaving only a blurry outline.

The damp, enclosed underground environment allows fungi that emit a faint blue glow to grow unchecked.

The mycelium, like tiny nerve veins, covered the stone wall, flickering and shimmering as people approached, as if alive.

“Give them another 100 years, or let them experience a magic surge, and mushroom people should be born here, right?” French Fries carefully observed his surroundings. “The temple that no one is rebuilding might become their home.”

“If it really happens, it would be a kind of inheritance,” Jiang Heyi said. “If that day really comes, how will the Mushroom People view the knowledge and treasures left behind by the Clarity Ones? It sounds very interesting.”

During the conversation, the narrow and cramped passageway suddenly opened up.

It's back, it's all back.

The surface of the Temple of the Clarity requires special means to reveal the area leading to the Teleportation Temple.

In the game, they encountered the Moonshadow Werewolf, who could perfectly blend into the darkness.

These two gatekeepers alone caused a lot of trouble for players in the early stages of the game.

Even knowing that the weaknesses are fire and light, the limited resources at the start of the game do not allow players to have excellent countermeasures, items, and equipment.

One claw for each child—the welcoming ceremony at the Clear Mind Prison was truly unique.

Looking back now, it still makes everyone laugh.

Bonnie was puzzled as to why a group of people who had never visited the continent of Devilland all looked nostalgic upon arriving here.

Moreover, special tools are needed to reveal the hidden path on the surface, which is a secret within the Clarity, and she knows nothing about the specific tool information.

The boundary between reality and illusion is so easily mistaken for "lantern"?
"boom!"

The sound of the collapse was deafening, and everyone's feet swayed.

The Tetramorph looks back at the path it came from: "Good news, it's blocked."

Jiang Heyi nodded: "It's perfect for disguising ourselves, quite good."

Bonnie asked, "What does Master plan to do? The teleportation temple will stop working after the central magic array stops activating."

"As the regional secretary, you don't seem to know much. Apart from certain floors, the Temple of the Clarity is connected by physical passageways."

As he spoke, the four prototypes, at Fries's prompting, dug through the thick layer of soil and passed through the camouflaged rock wall that required a lantern to traverse.

The interior structure of the Temple of the Clarity was all in Fries' mind; revisiting it felt as familiar as coming home.

The unmaintained teleportation temple was covered with mushrooms that stubbornly grew layer upon layer from the Roman columns, making the temple entrance look like a ghostly realm, with a layer of cold fluorescent blue.

She remarked with emotion: "Those who enter this door must abandon all hope."

Squid suddenly realized: "The atmosphere is already good enough, there's no need for a divine song."

The jailer snapped his fingers and pointed to the broken stone pillar fragments not far away: "Look on the bright side, there's something that looks like a chair here, it seems like someone's been here before~~~"

Walking around in bed, she hummed softly, "When it comes to divine music, it's Dante and Virgil, and when it comes to Dante and Virgil..."

The most important element in creating atmosphere is undoubtedly the background music.

Even if you use a lucky charm in a horror game, the effect will be 3 points weaker, even if it's a sudden kill.

At that moment, the two divine beings exchanged a joke, and a wondrous melody echoed through the empty temple ruins.

Bonnie listened to the endless chants of "Powa" and couldn't tell if she was on a picnic or not, or why she was singing and dancing.

Clearing the long-collapsed passageway, Squid used his shield elbow to smash through the thick earthen wall. The falling dust blinded everyone, and when they came to their senses, the bathhouse appeared before them.

Cracks appeared in the bricks, moss covered the ground, and unknown weeds grew tenaciously from the cracks, competing with the fungal carpet for nutrients.

"The good news is, there are no frog-headed Frankenstein monsters."

The jailer spoke casually, waving at a pile of rubble not far away.

The scattered bones, drawn together by necromancy, clicked and clattered as they came together to form a tall, imposing skeleton.

It turned stiffly and walked with creaking steps into the dark corridor ahead.

"Just to be on the safe side, let's send a skeleton guard to scout ahead."

Bonnie hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

The skeletons in the ruins were mostly members of the Clarity who perished in the invasion a century ago. Watching the jailer manipulate their remains to clear a path, her feelings were indescribably complicated.

The skeletal guards suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Hmm?" Orange Tea said warily, "There's a strange aura fluctuating. Besides the embers of magic, there seems to be something else... It's unstable and chaotic."

Bonnie asked in surprise, "If I remember correctly, around this corner is the atrium of the Dust-Cleansing Layer, a huge garden. Could it be that someone else survived?" Squid was still brave, using his physical body to peek and pull out of the corner cover with a big pull.

“This…” He turned to look at Jiang Heyi, “This should be what we’re looking for.”

The dome decorations in the atrium had long since collapsed, revealing the rock walls shrouded in distorted light.

What should have been a vibrant garden has now been torn apart by a massive rift that spans the space.

The center of the fissure resembled a giant vortex, constantly devouring and spitting out shimmering points of light.

Occasionally, a clear image flashes by, like a shattered mirror, with countless fragments suspended in the air, reflecting dense silhouettes.

They twist and turn, alluring and fragmented, within the cracks.

The sounds of fighting and shouting, a grand chorus like a hymn, soaring incantations, and indistinct murmurs echoed continuously, blending into an irritating mix.

Jiang Heyi tested it and found that only people within a 5-meter radius of the fissure could hear the chaotic "notes".

Bonnie swallowed hard, pointing in horror and disbelief at the shimmering silhouette in the crack.

"Saintess, it's Lady Elsa!"

When everyone looked up, the silhouettes in the crack dissipated like ink.

Jiang Heyi led the way, retreating to a radius of 5 meters directly affected by the crack, and reorganized his belongings at the edge of the atrium.

At the same time, he also needed to explain Bonnie her most important task.

"After we disappear into this rift, you must guard this place for us."

"Although there is a high probability that no one will visit, just in case, we will use peppermint potion to create a chain-triggered magic device in the atrium dome before we leave. If an accident occurs, we can hide and activate it."

Bonnie was shocked: "And what about you guys?!"

"Don't be afraid, the rift won't be blocked. Your task is to ensure that no one else enters the rift."

Although Bonnie still doesn't know what the group from the boundary between reality and illusion are up to, they have indeed fulfilled her wish to return to Devland.

After enjoying a delicious hot meal, the seven of them shouldered their heavy packs and stepped into the crevice together.

In an instant, time seemed to be torn into pieces.

Everything in his field of vision began to twist and deform wildly, colors flowed wildly like an overturned palette, and dazzling streams of light stung Jiang Heyi's eyes so much that he couldn't open them.

As the final, blinding white light engulfed all perception, they seemed to hear the roar of the entire world reassembling and taking shape.

As the light faded, the lingering stench of blood awakened the somewhat numb senses of the crowd.

They were not in the courtyard garden of the Dust-Cleansing Layer; the fissure entrance led directly to the surface entrance of the Temple of the Clarities.

French Fries looked around and nodded slightly.

"Now the game version is correct."

If the world server version rewinds 100 years, and there are no discrepancies, the timeline after the rift is the night after the Temple of the Clarity was invaded by the Church of Eternal Night.

"Just follow the game's launch guide now." Squid patted the four primitives' shoulder lightly. "Elemental mages, come on, dig three feet into the ground."

This is the path that led us from the virtual to the real world to becoming a top-tier guild, a path that everyone remembers clearly.

Before long, a large pit was dug out of the mud not far from the entrance.

Not long after the Church of Eternal Night was buried, the body of Saint Arna, who was executed in a humiliating manner by being penetrated, was brought back to light.

The moment the anti-magic stone was flipped up, if it weren't for the threshold training provided by the Overlord, a normal person would probably have been shocked by the sudden visual impact and suffered a stomach spasm.

Orange Tea took out a white cloth that had been prepared beforehand and wrapped Alna's mangled body in it, and then took the lantern that was buried not far away.

"Who...you are?"

Alna's spirit, which was wandering outside, suddenly sensed the change and quickly returned to the vicinity of the burial site.

"The people who saved you," Jiang Heyi said casually, "we'll do our best."

The differences between reality and games become apparent.

Having just become a spirit, Alna had not fully acquired her memories of her past life; she was lost and confused, unable to provide any valuable guidance.

To ensure a pleasant gaming experience for players, the initial design of the Temple of the Clarity was quite user-friendly.

It wasn't until Alna saw the person at the boundary between reality and illusion carrying a lantern enter the surface that she caught up and nervously reminded them.

"There are wolves!"

Jiang Heyi said, "I know. Now, please continue to maintain the same movement trajectory as before, hovering around the edge of the barrier to attract outsiders into the temple."

"Ugh?"

"Do it this way, it might help us."

A strange feeling welled up inside Alna, and she couldn't help but choose to believe.

The plaza was empty on the surface, and after only a few steps, Orange Tea gave a low warning.

"They've caught up."

Unlike when the game was first launched, the boundary between the real and virtual worlds now has six levels, so there's no need to go to great lengths to detect invisible enemies.

The Moonshadow Werewolf is one-way transparent to them.

"Let's begin our second playthrough."

(End of this chapter)