T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 619, 618. Speedrun, speedrun!
The lantern is enough to deal with the frog-headed stitched monster; Jiang Heyi doesn't need to use his mental magic.

He did it on purpose from the very beginning.

The useful information Nafiel provided clearly revealed her desire for mental magic.

Sayer's knowledge of spiritual magic held a fatal allure for the natives of the Anaworld.

Unsurprisingly, the fish took the bait.

Realizing he had been completely outmaneuvered, Nafiel felt only fear.

She knew nothing about the boundary between reality and illusion, but the other party knew her inside and out.

“Am I that special that you should remember me?” she asked, puzzled. “My mental magic is of no use to you.”

Everyone laughed when Nafiel admitted that he was shorter than Jiang Heyi.

The fries said, "Don't get me wrong, we're not trying to deal with you, we're trying to deal with Gorcalon."

"what?"

The legendary, durable king, the Lich Golkaron.

During the Clarity Temple raid, aside from the Origin Element, the mid-level boss was the one that made players curse the most.

The immortality of the great lich.

It cannot be killed by physical damage; it is forced into the Life Box mechanism.

If the original life box cannot be found after the time limit, the player will be revived and the battle will start again.

The Life Box possesses unparalleled concealment.

Each time you revive, the Life Box will reset its refresh location in the Great Archives of the Clarity, and cannot be found using existing guides.

The Great Archives of the Clarity covers a vast area, with a winding interior containing a large number of strange objects. As the battle progresses, these objects are constantly triggered, forming a mixed doubles attack between the Clarity and Eternal Night, delivering critical hits to the player.

Furthermore, there are necromancy tactics involving sheer numbers, with a constant stream of spirits and corpses joining the battlefield.

Many strategy guide guilds failed here in the early stages, posting angry comments criticizing players' progress in crafting the "Dung Monster Card" at the Stars Campfire.

As we all know, many real-world characters have been weakened in order to improve gameplay.

Gorcalon was one of them.

Currently on the 10th floor, he was instructed to stay behind to collect the books, but he actually possesses the ability to extract power from the undead and quickly revive.

Even the period of weakness after the Life Box is revived has been erased.

Resurrection and spirit absorption represent the pinnacle.

No wonder the Overlord said that the greatest historical turning point in the history of the Anna world to date occurred in Devilland.

The fierce clash between the Pure One and the Eternal Night awakens the world's consciousness and summons the Ruler.

The top combatants on both sides, who were most likely to change the world's magical landscape, all perished before reaching their peak.

The glorious magical history of Devland was thus abruptly severed.

Even the world's name was ultimately decided by the ruler as "Anna," rather than the Devilland they first encountered.

but……

After countless reviews, both the dominant player and the player at the boundary between reality and illusion felt that this turning point was the right one.

The Church of Eternal Night is a bunch of inhuman lunatics. Heaven knows what kind of historical trajectory will emerge when they rule the continent of Devland.

The Clear Ones deserve immense credit; it is truly the Demon-Sealing Tower of the Anna World.

With his own power, he annihilated all the black mud that might have overflowed onto other continents.

The boundary between reality and illusion really doesn't want to recreate the scene in the game where Gorcalon and the half-mad Nafiel team up.

It would be wiser to split them up and fight two 1v1 matches.

Nafiel vaguely understood the meaning, his chest heaving violently.

The line between reality and illusion was practically laid bare, telling her outright that compared to Gorcalon, she was nothing but a bastard...

She was furious, but there was nothing she could do to resist. Her will was now firmly sealed by the marks Jiang Heyi had instilled in her.

At this moment, she was no different from a summoned creature.

"Wow, amazing! That's incredible, it even has silver markings. Where are they?"

The jailer approached with interest to observe, but couldn't find anything that excited him.

Jiang Heyi sighed, "Please, don't think of mental magic as such a strange spell!"

"Aren't they the same in nature?"

"Take care of him!" Jiang Heyi sought off-field assistance.

Stared at by the orange tea, the jailer obediently shut his mouth.

"What do you want from me?"

Jiang Heyi narrowed his eyes and gave Nafiel a cold glance.

The latter immediately cowered and knelt back on the ground.

"Remember your wording. Right now you're just a summoned creature, or at best a pet. Speak to us with respect. Can't you learn that?"

Nafiel's subdued consciousness fiercely resisted.

But in the end...

"Yes... Masters, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"You're smart," Jiang Heyi snorted. "Lead us through the area where the Eternal Night believers exist, and be a good dog."

I'm already on my second playthrough, and I can't gain experience. Fighting also wastes stamina, so I might as well just run through the map quickly.

Nafiel holds a top-tier position within the Church of Eternal Night, and can avoid trouble simply by using his face.

As he spoke, he gestured for the orange tea to come forward.

"Stand with the Frankenstein's monster and protect her."

Nafiel's cheeks twitched violently.

The Frog-Headed Stitches is just a creation, yet she has stooped to cooperating with the very creation she just controlled!
With no option to refuse, she obediently nodded. Jiang Heyi picked up the lantern with satisfaction, found a magic-suppressing stone slab on the third floor, buried it as before, and marked it.

"I'll be seeing some acquaintances on the fourth floor," Fries said happily.

The jailer passed through the teleportation array, gazing at the pitch-black surroundings and the distant outline of the monastery, belatedly realizing what was happening.

"That's right, King Slime is dark green!"

Returning to the familiar place, everyone couldn't help but recall the terrible experience of being stuck with a bunch of slime balls and having to endure a 3D bullet hell game back then.

Many players who completed the game at that time used unorthodox methods.

From the very beginning, I never intended to take the right path in my second playthrough of the boundary between reality and illusion.

Playing bullet screen games in real life, that's truly insane.

A mere graze will leave you crippled, a single touch will kill you; whoever plays with it will perish instantly.

"Nafiel".

"Yes... Master, what are your orders?"

"Give the Slime King an order to reassemble into its original form."

Nafiel swallowed hard.

She was shocked again.

"Are you wondering why I know the structure of each layer of the Clarity so well? I don't seem like a local."

Both sides were well aware that the markings could not monitor or read Nafiel's thoughts in real time.

Like a book being read at will, Nafiel felt he had no secrets and was completely naked.

She was curious, very curious, but she didn't dare to ask.

Her original plan to have the Slime King suddenly attack and kill the boundary between reality and illusion has now vanished.

She communicated somewhat listlessly with the spiritual magical imprint attached to the Slime King.

In the game, players need to disperse and destroy the slime clones to provoke the Slime King and bring forth the giant main body, which quietly gathers beside the monastery.

Nafiel's control methods were far inferior to those that Sayer had taught Jiang Heyi.

The only way to suppress the Slime King's consciousness and maintain its instinctive behavior is through simple and crude methods.

The magic was interrupted, and the Slime King's consciousness instantly cleared.

Upon witnessing Nafiel, the Slime King's translucent, emerald-like body suddenly began to writhe violently.

Its jelly-like body stretched and deformed at an unprecedented speed, resembling a death worm, with a huge mouth protruding from the center of its body, about to swallow Nafiel whole.

"If you want to see Alna and Elsa, stop!"

French Fries reacted the fastest; she positioned herself between the two, holding her long knife upright, ready to cleave Dark Green in two to save Nafiel.

The Slime King's deep green gelatinous body trembled, and just before it was about to engulf and devour the two, it abruptly stopped its power.

The blade of the French fry had already cut through some of the outer layer of gelatin, and a sticky, green, magical liquid was flowing out, resembling blood.

"Who are you people?" King Slime gritted his teeth.

"Adventurers from afar have come to rescue the Clear Ones."

“But you’re allied with Nafiel!”

It was a long story, and it took a while for all seven members of the virtual-real boundary group to take turns explaining before the deep green faction finally put aside their hostility.

Upon learning that Nafiel was a dog adopted by the boundary between the real and the virtual, she conjured tentacles and lashed out with a whip before shrinking back to the size of a person, still seething with anger.

"Alna's soul is so resilient, she had enough time to explain so many things to you..."

Deep Green's voice was choked with sobs.

She thought that the smooth sailing along the boundary between reality and illusion, and the various breakthroughs she made by using a lantern to pave the way, were all thanks to Alna.

Everyone was happy that she misunderstood, since it saved them the trouble of explaining.

Upon learning that the boundary between the real and the virtual realms did not require her assistance and that they hoped she could go to the Cleansing Layer to wait, her deep green, pudding-like, bouncy body rippled with excitement, almost bursting apart.

“You should know what the ‘King’ of slimes represents. I am also at the 8th rank, but I was limited by the number of people and was exhausted when Nafiel took advantage of my weakness.”

Jiang Heyi quickly waved his hand: "We didn't mean to underestimate your strength. It's just that we have a group of friends who may arrive in a day or half a day. They need guidance and a guide."

“We can’t stay here, so we need to ask someone to guide us. You’re a local, so that would be best.”

With reason and evidence, the staunch pro-independence camp wavered, hesitated for a long time, and finally agreed to the request.

The fourth layer doesn't contain any high-value materials, and we won't waste time on the boundary between reality and illusion, so let's go straight to the fifth layer.

The boss of this level is an aggregate of evil spirits, testing the player's ability to clear out mobs.

During the Proof of the Stars era, this was a relatively easy mid-level boss, a pure bonus stage—a setup for the boss on the 8th floor.

Nowadays, Jiang Heyi is even less inclined to engage in direct combat with it.

Nafiel used his facial recognition, and the evil spirit aggregate, along with more than a dozen necromancers lurking in the shadows, made way for him without any precautions.

This is also a difference between reality and the game; in the game, the fifth layer only contains aggregates.

Using the excuse of floor scheduling, more than 10 necromancers obediently moved away from the aggregate and came to the teleportation array.

Before they could react, Nafiel's mental magic swept into the depths of everyone's consciousness.

As the evil spirit aggregate dissipated into countless particles of light, the jailer shouted.

"My pet!"

“It’s hopeless. The evil spirit aggregate is a creation made by multiple necromancers. Once the magic that sustains them becomes unbalanced, it will shatter. It is essentially a broken spirit,” Nafiel explained.

The jailer sighed.

"I thought I'd get another dog too..."

Nafiel shuddered.

After being called so many times, she instinctively reacts to the sound of a dog.

(End of this chapter)