T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Oh, I meant, what does the 'lamp' mentioned in the unknown revelation mean?"

The original-flavor fries, which had just had their weapon durability repaired on the spot, raised their heads and reminded everyone: "So far, the revelation of orange tea has only had positive effects."

Jiang Heyi frowned, his gaze following the original flavor fries to the wall lamp he had just ignored.

The lampstands, embedded on both sides of the rock wall and powered by magic crystals, had long been unusable due to energy depletion.

"Light up."

The only magician in the group, Jailer Bro, began lighting up the wall lamps one by one along the corridor.

Despite the erosion of time, the magic base still functions perfectly, and warm yellow light fills the passage, illuminating this ruin that has been buried for countless years once again.

The team, who were waiting for changes, were disappointed once again; the passage remained unchanged.

Seeing the original flavor fries get up and head back the way they came, Zhong Zemo asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

"Find another werewolf and kill it."

The prison guard, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground deep in thought, suddenly clapped his hands.

"Makes sense."

Monsters are still active in the area, and the monsters haven't all been cleared out yet. Who knows if any crucial information might have been missed on that werewolf?

Monsters are the root of all problems; kill them all, and the problems will naturally be solved.

Why did you come back?

The jailer had walked a distance and could see the plaza outside the passage, but he didn't know why the original flavor fries had stopped and were even backing away.

The movement of the original flavor fries drawing his knife brought him to an abrupt halt, not because he was afraid the original flavor fries would find him long-winded and chop him up, but because he caught a glimpse of the lights that had come on in the square.

The dark red wall lamp cast a deep, shadowy light.

He didn't even go to the base of the wall lamp outside the square to trigger it.

If it wasn't him, then who was keeping the lights on?

Surely it wasn't the werewolf who thought they were afraid of the dark and thoughtfully lit up blood lamps to guide them?

"Let's move outwards," Jiang Heyi decided. "There's not enough space here. If a battle breaks out, we won't have any room to hide or move around."

The formation was quickly adjusted. Zhong Zemo was at the front of the team, holding a shield and slowly pushing forward, while Jiang Heyi and Original Flavor Fries gripped their weapons tightly, ready to unleash a burst of power.

The jailer's six light jellyfish were the first to fly out of the passage. The light they cast disappeared into the constantly flashing dark red light screen before it could last even a moment.

The flashing red light gave Jiang Heyi the illusion that a raging sea of ​​blood was churning outside the passage.

"Ouch~~~~"

A sharp wolf howl echoed through every corner of the ruins, followed by the scraping of claws against the rock wall outside the passage, and a deafening roar of magic exploding.

"Get out! Get out!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The frenzied shouts and wolf howls intertwined, and the piercing buzzing mingled with the shockwaves of the explosion, blasting into the eardrums of every member of the squad.

Too much realism isn't a good thing either. Jiang Heyi and the others, who were completely immersed in the game, forgot that they were just players, immortal beings.

At this moment, driven by intense curiosity, they risked re-energizing the Starry Sky Jade and moved to the vicinity of the passage entrance.

The werewolf was all outline and no substance, its two eyes glowing with an eerie red light.

Not far ahead, a nun's spirit, dressed in a nun's habit and pale all over, held a lamp in her right hand and clenched something tightly in her left.

She seemed to cherish what was in her left hand, slowly raising her hand and pressing it against her heart.

“This nun wouldn’t be…” Zhong Zemo swallowed.

“It’s the same person I met, and the lantern is exactly the same.”

Before anyone could figure out what was happening, the werewolf's eyes suddenly turned from red to green. The werewolf blinked, as if it had forgotten to turn off the flash and press the shutter button. A strange green light flashed across the entire square.

The lantern in the ghost nun's hand suddenly burst into flames, the pale flames seemingly capable of scorching the spirit itself, causing her to scream and release her grip.

Everything happened in less than two breaths. The werewolf's explosive power brought him close to the nun in an instant, and then...

He stomped on and shattered the lantern that had fallen to the ground.

Jiang Heyi's eyes narrowed slightly. The moment the lantern broke, the ghost nun's body visibly became illusory, like a cloud of white mist about to dissipate.

The situation is chaotic and cannot be sorted out.

Jiang Heyi glanced at the ghost nun, then at the werewolf stomping on the lantern in a fit of rage, and gritted his teeth.

"Let's go, let's break up the fight."

Orange Tea looked surprised: "How do you... how do you mediate a fight?"

Which of these two seems more reasonable?

"To mediate a fight means to kill both sides involved." Zhong Zemo charged forward, shield in hand.

Original Fries had long been unable to suppress the urge to draw her knife; she was even positioned ahead of Zhong Zemo, highlighting her aggressive nature.

"Wow, nun, here I come!"

Some were at a loss, some were dutiful, some fought to their hearts' content, and some exposed their fantasies.

On the battlefield, everyone is busy.

As the team leader, Jiang Heyi, who is the most clear-headed, is out of place.

Chapter 11 The Lucky One, Inhuman

The sense of pressure a unit with a lit health bar and one without a lit health bar create are different.

No matter how sophisticated a character is, the moment your health bar lights up, the option to "take you down" will automatically pop into a player's mind, even if you're on their side.

There are quite a few players who take action to kill others simply because they want to "kill you and see what happens."

In Proof of the Stars, none of the monsters have health bars, and attacks do not display damage numbers. You can only obtain information by observing the monster's reaction after being hit, and then adjust your strategy accordingly.

With kill records, the werewolf is no different from having a health bar displayed in everyone's eyes.

The Ghost Nun, so far, has shown that her strength is not even as great as the werewolf's.

Adhering to the principle of helping those in a disadvantaged position, the original flavor fries held a long knife with both hands, raising it high above his head.

Enchanted with a light-attribute potion, it burns away shield magic and slams down.

Embracing the original French fries' fearless, life-or-death fighting style, it's a do-or-die attack with no regard for retreat.

The dimly lit square ruins were illuminated as brightly as day, like the rising sun.

Distracted from observing the ghost nun, the werewolf only intended to block the blade of the original flavor fries with one hand. The terrifying force from its palm pressed down on its center of gravity, causing the ground beneath its feet to shatter inch by inch. The horrifying force dissipated, and the rubble turned into dust.

The original flavor fries made a successful attack and then escaped.

The werewolf's furious roar tore through the dust and mist. In the instant its powerful lower limbs made a leaping motion, a fireball descended from the sky, striking its head precisely. The scattered sparks quickly ignited its thick fur.

As the werewolf thrashed about trying to extinguish the fire, Jiang Heyi's dagger pierced its pupils with pinpoint accuracy, and blood mist spurted out.

Unlike their first meeting, this time, the werewolf suffered a severe blow in just one encounter. Its pride and power, its explosive force, were rendered useless, and it became blind.

Orange Tea, who was in charge of providing support, was in a flurry of activity when she suddenly realized that the battle was already over before she had even done anything.

"Wasn't that too much force?" Zhong Zemo asked warily, watching the nun floating in mid-air. "Shouldn't we have let them both weaken each other before making our move?"

Plain Fries wiped the dust off his face and nonchalantly tidied his messy hair.

"It doesn't matter, just cut her down too."

The werewolf collapsed to the ground with a thud as soon as he finished speaking.

The nun, barely maintaining her ethereal form, let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

Without a word, Jiang Heyi sensed the vicissitudes and relief in the voice.

The nun turned her head, as if "watching" the uninvited guests who had barged in, allowing Jiang Heyi to see her face clearly.

Beneath her low-hanging hair was an unusually young face, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Her beautiful face seemed to embody the artist's craftsmanship, with every angle meticulously sculpted.

Unfortunately, the eye sockets that should have been inlaid with two sparkling gems are now empty.

The delicate lips were tightly sewn together with fine silk threads.

One ear has disappeared.

Beneath the long robe, bright red, illusory blood dripped from the arms and legs, falling to the ground and dissipating like bubbles.

"Do you like nuns like this too?" Zhong Zemo asked the jailer jokingly.

"Full of blasphemy, perfect score."

The original-flavor fries seemed to have guessed this would be the answer, and the "pervert" they had been preparing for paused before swallowing it.

He might get angry if you call someone a pervert.

But if it were a prison guard, he would see it as a form of recognition.

Why would a social terrorist care about being called a pervert?

With the werewolf dying and the nun weakening, the situation suddenly became very delicate.

Jiang Heyi didn't sense any malice from the nun. She didn't attack or speak; she just stared at them with empty eyes.

The nun was bleeding profusely, but she didn't seem to care.

Having just acted impulsively and taken a risk, Jiang Heyi's team regained their composure and chose to remain calm and wait for the right opportunity.

After a long stalemate, the original-flavor fries started rubbing their palms together, their hands itching with desire.

Light-attribute potions are expensive; we need to cut some prices to recoup our costs.

Zhong Zemo also suggested simply stabbing the nun in the back, performing a physical exorcism, and incidentally generating some underworld gold coins...

The ghost nun suddenly moved, drifting unsteadily towards a corner of the square. From the ruins formed by the collapsed statues and stone tables, a cube-shaped crystal the size of a fingernail was pulled up.

Seemingly sensing Jiang Heyi and the others' apprehension, she tossed the crystal to the ground from a distance, uttered the word "map," and then floated up into the distance.

Jiang Heyi picked up the crystal, and a dazzling array of images and text flashed through her mind.

He immediately brought up the map panel, and a dazzling golden light shone in the darkness that should have been shrouded in mist. The flames, full of holy aura, outlined the entirety of this underground ruin.

【The Underground Temple of the Clarity】

Jiang Heyi, who had always felt lost about where she was and where she should go, suddenly had a breakthrough.

He looked up and found that the ghost nun's spirit was disintegrating.

"Please, lift my curse."

As she uttered those words, blood welled up in the nun's eyes.

"How do you solve it?"

"Find my body..."

Where on the map is it?

"..."

The nun tried very hard to say something, but her voice broke into incomprehensible notes the moment it left her lips.

Her neck seemed to be suddenly gripped by a pair of large hands, slowly twisted like a bottle cap until a series of crisp "click" sounds rang out, and her head was completely separated from her body.

After the nun disappeared, even the most talkative jailer fell silent for a long time.

Although everything could be attributed to the game's visual effects, the perfect immersion made it difficult for them to shake off the atmosphere they had just experienced.

For some reason, for a moment, they felt that... everything here had actually happened.

An absurd idea.

"Holy crap, I got gold!"

The jailer's voice brought their immersive experience to an end; their attention had been focused on the nun, and they had completely forgotten that the second werewolf was dead.

"Isn't it rainbow-colored?" Orange Tea said with a hint of disappointment.

Even the second-worst drop, the rainbow, is a cause for sighing; those with incredible luck are truly inhumane.