T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The Blessing of the Stars is so rare that everyone plans to save it for more important levels.

The fourth level of the underground temple is only the early stage of the dungeon, and it's not worth them paying such a high price.

【Nurgle Soup】: "I don't care who leads the Chinese server. I will definitely compete if I can. Anyway, I don't want the first place in progress to be taken by other servers. I hope this achievement can be maintained until the entire temple is conquered."

Jiang Heyi then realized that someone in the Khorne God's Chosen guild had an incorrect ID.

The viewpoint of Nurgle Soup also coincided with that of others in the group.

"Have you gotten stuck at the 8th level of the boundary between the virtual and real worlds?" someone asked.

"Uh...it's hard to say," Jiang Heyi replied truthfully.

Midnight.

The boundary between reality and illusion fades into dreamland.

Without warning or any indication, they fell into a deep "dream".

Mint is no longer the wife of Jiang Heyi, Zhong Zemo, and the prison guard, but a younger sister.

They live a life of wealth and comfort, and it's only a matter of time before they live up to their reputation as potion geniuses.

The blankets, plain fries, and orange tea are no longer Mint's companions; they now stand beside the aristocratic genius.

This was a crushing defeat without any suspense. Apart from the aristocratic genius, Mint was taught a lesson by the three of them in turn.

The delightful taste of trampling on the proud is intoxicating to them.

The theme of the dream has changed.

Everyone is embarking on a brand new "journey".

In the world of the Tetraprimates, mint disappeared.

He was all alone, yet he possessed wealth that rivaled that of a nation and strength that was unattainable for ordinary people.

Stroking the black cat in his arms, sitting on a crystal throne, the Four Primal Bodies looked down upon all living beings. Everyone who saw him knelt down and bowed their heads in utmost respect. With just a glance, he could decide a person's fate.

Power, an intoxicating poison, waters the wildflowers of ambition within Yotsuhara's body and heart.

He was like a proud lion, surveying his territory.

The people toiled in the fields under the scorching sun, their skin tanned dark. They didn't even lift their heads, simply repeating the actions of tilling the land, like walking corpses.

On the distant ridges of the fields, a woman, seemingly audacious, dared to sell her goods with a bamboo basket near the territorial border, warmly greeting the residents who were granted permission to rest.

Long-term heavy physical labor had bent the woman's back, but her face was filled with a pure smile that had never faded as she tried her best to sell the collected groceries.

The passing villagers laughed mockingly, and as they passed by, they rudely lifted the black cloth covering the bamboo basket, laughing heartily at the peasant woman's flustered appearance.

The Tetramorph stared blankly for a while, then closed its eyes and exhaled deeply.

He strode forward and set all those who were mocking the peasant woman on fire.

Here, life and death are entirely at his command.

Why should a high and mighty lord care about the plight of a mere peasant woman?

As the black cat on his shoulder kept rubbing against the face of the Primal, a thought began to spread through his mind.

The peasant woman had already knelt down, pleading with the Four Primal Bodies to forgive her disrespect. Her humble, dust-like posture did not give the Four Primal Bodies any sense of superiority.

Seeing this... he couldn't help but think of someone.

Just thinking about it makes the illusory world tremble and buzz.

The black cat's bright purple-gold eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and an invisible force surged, attempting to prevent the illusion's owner from awakening their self-awareness.

A pair of large hands gripped the black cat's neck and lifted it high into the air. No matter how hard the cat tried, it couldn't break free.

The tip of the black cat's tail flashed red, and black mist swept in, devouring everything.

Everything in the territory was gone, and the four Primarchs no longer had any sense of reality in their hands.

Dizziness and a feeling of weightlessness struck at the same time, and when I came to my senses, the scenery around me had changed.

Sparks flew from the enormous forging furnace, which was filled with molten fire, and a dark red glow periodically illuminated everything around it.

The four original entities looked around, and the six people at the boundary between reality and illusion stood still, motionless.

A hazy pink band of light extended from above their heads and converged into the air bubble in mid-air.

If you listen carefully, you can faintly hear their murmurs in their dreams.

The black cat sat quietly on the forging table, its purple-gold eyes cold.

"Are you the monster that creates illusions?"

The black cat stretched out its paw and scratched its face, making a neutral sound that was hard to tell if it was male or female: "Strange person, why do you resist such a wonderful dream?"

"If you're willing to add someone to my dream, I won't be able to wake up."

"your mother?"

The four primal beings did not answer, but instead took out their staffs. A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking precisely the pink bubble that seemed to be sucking the consciousness of everyone.

The black cat strangely did not stop it.

The dream shattered, and everyone awoke.

Jiang Heyi checked the game time with surprise.

Only 12 hours had passed.

Before anyone could ask how the Four Primal Bodies had broken the deadlock, everyone immediately went into battle preparedness.

"Your tricks are over, it's time to give out gold coins!" the jailer gritted his teeth.

He was lost in his dream again... Sigh, he just couldn't pull himself out.

Chapter 106 The Slime King and the Black Cat

"Who are you?" Jiang Heyi asked.

The black cat licked its paws, glanced at the crowd with its head slightly raised, and then stroked its fur with its tongue.

"The Whisperers of the Church of Eternal Night?" Jiang Heyi asked again.

The Nafiel we encountered in the earlier levels was a powerful Whisperer, proficient in mental magic, who even made the mighty Slime King her puppet.

As it spoke, the pink bubble struck by the magic of the four primal beings slowly floated to the top of its head.

"Does a name matter?" The black cat laughed, the pink bubble bursting and releasing a misty fog that enveloped it. "What gave you the illusion that you could speak to me with such ease?"

Four streaks of light emerged from the heads of the prison guard, Zhong Zemo, the quilt, and Orange Tea, and disappeared into the black cat's body.

They thought it was some kind of attack, but the four people didn't show any unusual behavior.

"That's quite a bit of power... Perfect, let me borrow it."

Jiang Heyi was still pondering what had happened when Orange Tea called out softly in surprise.

"Where did my 'breathtaking blessings' disappear?"

The jailer was dumbfounded: "You only had one blessing disappear, how come my blessings were completely cleared?"

Although the blessing of Zhong Zemo and the quilt had dimmed slightly, it still remained.

"Didn't you really like the dream I arranged for you?" The black cat's androgynous voice gradually softened, and she said shyly, "Jailer brother, do you really like looking at my feet that much~~~~"

"Since you've seen it, you should at least give them something in return."

The prison guard was struck dumb.

He suddenly felt exhausted and weak all over.

It wasn't an illusion; within seconds, his staff became a crutch, and without it, the jailer could no longer stand.

Individuals who are immersed in the dream created by the black cat and are unaware of the incongruity will become its nourishment.

Most people are like orange tea, bestowing a blessing upon the enemy.

The prison guard is the most outrageous one, with two entries delivered to him, and he's been completely drained of his energy.

The black cat was radiating a dangerous red light, and within a few breaths, the pink mist had permeated the entire metallurgical mine, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The black cat moved like lightning, lunging straight at the jailer's face.

Everyone else could only see a blurry black shadow of the black cat, but Zhong Zemo, with focused concentration, managed to barely catch its movement and raised his small metal shield.

"boom!"

The moment the claws collided with the shield, Zhong Zemo almost lost his grip on the small round shield, letting it fly out of his hand.

"He Yi, be careful!"

Jiang Heyi immediately understood the unspoken meaning behind the words, thanks to their years of gaming partnership.

The black cat was very strong, and it wasn't even using its full strength.

No one could see how it appeared on the anvil in the distance; it was as if it had never left.

"Your reaction speed is quite interesting; you can actually keep up with my speed... That's fun."

Like a cat toying with a caught mouse, the black cat, seeing a perfect toy, had its eyes fixed on Zhong Zemo. Relying on the [Elemental Burst] and [Swift Steps] generously provided by the jailer, it launched another attack.

The blanket tried to outrun the black cat, hoping to stop it in its tracks, but missed.

I pulled out my French fry knife and looked around, feeling lost and confused.

When your opponent is incredibly fast, the skills you rely on suddenly become useless.

After using [Elemental Burst] to make Zhong Zemo's shield tremble again, the black cat laughed mockingly.

"I want to help, but I don't know how..."

Seeing everyone gulp down a bottle of strange potion at Jiang Heyi's command, the black cat suppressed its disdain.

【Final Potential】: After taking the drug, physical fitness is greatly enhanced in a short period of time, but the drug will be overdrawn when the effect ends.

A refined, concentrated version of mint.

Having clearly sensed the terror emanating from the black cat, Jiang Heyi made his own judgment.

Let's go all out while everyone's in the zone!

In the distance, a metallurgical furnace exploded, and dark red flames pierced through the pink mist, illuminating the boundary between reality and illusion where everyone's skin was burning hot and red.

Jiang Heyi felt his whole body burning up after taking the magic potion!

My heart was pounding, as if it might jump out of my chest at any moment.

In the quiet space, the heartbeats of the five people resonated in a strange way, converging into a high-pitched war drum.

The black cat moved again. This time, it abandoned Zhong Zemo and prioritized attacking the four original entities—only he had broken free from his own dream.

The Primal is not known for his reflexes. At thirty, he has long been defeated by life. When he enters the FPS game he used to love, he is only met with the reflexes of an 18-year-old. He is instantly killed by a single shot, and has no gaming experience whatsoever.

He hadn't even seen how the black cat moved, but after drinking the potion, he could vaguely glimpse a blurry black mist rushing towards him.

His body reacted before his brain did; he almost instinctively turned to the side and used his staff to block.

"Oh!"

The magic contained within the staff resonated with the magic of the four primal beings, and the elemental shield generated completely subconsciously dissolved the power of the elemental explosion.

The Primarch unleashed a lightning-fast spell with almost no casting delay, causing weak arcs of electricity to spread around its body, which blasted the black cat's smooth, soft fur into neat, bristling frizz.

It's not very powerful, but it's extremely insulting.

"High-level potions... How does an adventurer's group like yours possess such excellent potions?"

The black cat sniffed the bottle that had been tossed aside by the boundary between reality and illusion, and was astonished.

Even within the Church of Eternal Night, this is a treasure that only a top-tier potion master could effortlessly craft.

Amplified by [Final Potential], the original flavor fries, like red lightning, unleashed a blood-red trail that hurtled straight at the black cat.

Although he nimbly dodged with a backward jump, Jiang Heyi and the bed were already poised to attack.

From the left and right, a short sword enchanted with flames and a long sword that had vanished into the shadows came to attack.

The black cat's tail caught fire as it dodged, and after being blown out, wisps of white smoke rose up, like a blown-out candle.

With the help of magic potions, the boundary between the real and the virtual world barely gained the ability to fight against the black cat.