T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Since it was impossible for everyone to bring her along when playing in real life, Zhong Zemo cooked her a sumptuous meal after logging in.

Mint, who was initially overjoyed, gradually became uneasy as more and more dishes were cooked and filled the table.

"Fa, what happened?"

The scene of the last meal was terrifying. Mint quickly imagined many scenes and became increasingly uneasy.

It had to be the jailer. He sauntered down to the table and said, "Hey, you're being suspicious after I give you a good meal? Why don't you just eat? I'll eat first."

The prison guard, who was reincarnated from a starving ghost, flaunted the food that was supposed to be given to Mint. Now it was Mint's turn to get angry, and she immediately went to the table to snatch the food from the prison guard.

Now there are two starving ghosts at the table.

After enjoying a delicious meal with Mint, the strategy is reopened, and the boundary between reality and illusion points to the 9th floor of the underground temple.

The 8th floor hasn't changed much; the ruins left from the battle are still there, and the minerals are smoldering.

The jailer tried to pick them up, but found that all the minerals were in a reactive state and could not be picked up.

After resting, the Slime King was in better condition, but his strength was not as great as when they first met on the fourth floor.

If a player on the fourth floor is furious and wants revenge, they should do it here; their chances of winning are undoubtedly the highest.

King Slime warned, "The 10th floor is our great library of knowledge. The higher-ups of Eternal Night would never allow fanatical believers to destroy the scriptures. Therefore, I guess they must have sent these believers to the mining area, and left them on the 9th floor."

The 9th floor of the Underground Temple of the Clarity, [Trial Arena]

The 9th floor is where the Clarity Realm practitioners daily compete and hone their skills. To facilitate the use of those who are skilled in combat techniques, the entire 9th floor is equipped with comprehensive facilities, including residences, surrounding the arena.

"Residential?" Zhong Zemo asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't your residential area be on the fourth or fifth floor?"

King Slime explained, "This involves a concept that has gradually become mainstream among the Clarities over the past thirty years, which we call the Clarity Land."

The Temple of the Clarity was established 700 years ago, and its earliest founders were several sages who had reached the pinnacle in their respective fields.

Their original intention was to preserve a spark of peace in a chaotic world and to save as much knowledge and historical fragments as possible that might be lost.

As time went by, the Clarity People gradually developed their own beliefs, acquired their own totems, and... fictional gods.

Guided by a fictional deity and laid the foundation by sages, the enlightened ones throughout history have been selected from various parts of the continent, possessing unwavering minds and pure hearts.

Perhaps most of them lack talent and ability, but their devotion is beyond question.

The sages took into full account the destructive power of the periodic magical tides, and the painstaking construction results continue to benefit the Clear Ones to this day, serving as the warmest and most solid haven in the face of merciless natural disasters.

For a long time, the Clarity Ones only used the temple as a refuge.

That devout faith is merely a gateway to a void-like pure land within the hearts of those who practice asceticism.

However, history rolls ever onward, and those who steer the course of history do not have only one idea.

The idea of ​​"clear soil" came to mind spontaneously.

They advocated creating their own ideal world within the underground temple where the Clarities reside.

A paradise for the pure-hearted.

In this concept, the Clarity needs to be three times larger, expanding into a large amount of underground space on top of already achieving internal self-sufficiency.

The clear and pure should not only be a repository of information on preserved historical records and lost documents, but also the most impregnable fortress of civilization on this continent.

Because two generations of leaders held the same idea, the "Clear Land" project was being implemented with great fanfare.

Outside the twelve levels of the Temple of the Clarity, there are also pastures, farms, and a new monastery.

These areas all extend from the 9th floor.

These things were not marked in Alna's fragmented memories for Jiang Heyi; he could only see a very small area of ​​the arena.

The Slime King was not proficient in mental magic and could not help complete the map, so Jiang Heyi could only make the directional marks herself based on her description.

"If you see anyone from the Church of Eternal Night on the ninth floor..." King Slime's voice was icy, "Don't leave a single one alive!"

The plain fries nodded vigorously.

Of course, she can't stay. She's aiming for level 20, the maximum level. Every single member of the Eternal Night Church is a training fodder.

The Slime King used elemental power to clear away the collapsed rubble on the passage to the ninth floor.

She was already panting heavily after using just this little bit of strength.

"It's alright, you can go... Damage to the elemental core would be a catastrophe for other races, but for us," the Slime King smiled, "we can recover with rest."

This is one of the few instances where the world itself shows favoritism towards the slime race.

After walking for an unknown amount of time down the winding passage, the group finally saw an exit blocked by rubble, with only a few gaps allowing light to pass through.

Without the Slime King's help, they had to do it themselves.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Mint had pulled out the enhanced version of the elemental incendiary bomb from under the covers, Zhong Zemo quickly stopped her. Jiang Heyi and Original Fries broke out in a cold sweat when they saw this.

The woman in bed was puzzled: "Clearing obstacles by hand is too much trouble. Why not just blast a hole in it?"

When my brain is working well under the covers, it works really well; when it's not, it's really scary.

"Take a look at the walls around you."

Jiang Heyi released a bright sphere of light, illuminating the battered cylindrical passage.

Cut marks, blast marks, dents in the floor and walls, and dusty ceilings in the passageways.

One can imagine that the people from the Church of Eternal Night who were teleported to the ninth level engaged in a fierce battle with the Clarities.

The result of the fierce battle was that the passage had become extremely unstable.

The blanket suddenly realized... If this weren't in a game, those two explosive attacks from him would have wiped out the entire team!

"so what should I do now?"

"Those who know magic, use magic to move carefully. Those who don't..." Zhong Zemo temporarily took off his thick armor, "Let's move bricks."

Orange Tea used a spirit summoning spell to summon many tiny wind spirits. They were like hardworking bees, either carrying bricks together or hovering around Zhong Zemo and the others, offering blessings.

Even though this sped up the process, the civil engineering worker's brick-moving experience card at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds took nearly 4 hours to barely clear an opening large enough for half a person to pass through.

That's enough; a cup of orange tea will do the trick.

One person passed through and established coordinates in the outside world. Even if the passage collapses now, they can still teleport into the 9th floor.

Actually, after two hours of moving bricks, Jiang Heyi's intuition told him that there might be a better and more suitable way to get to the 9th floor, instead of just stubbornly moving bricks like this.

But seeing everyone else moving things so enthusiastically... he gave up thinking about it.

Just treat it as a brick-moving and obstacle-clearing simulator.

"I feel like I'll be laughed at by players who discover better strategies soon," Jiang Heyi thought.

"I never imagined that one day I would experience the daily life of a civil engineering senior in a game..."

Orange Tea, putting her own words into action, also joined in the bricklaying. Now, she lies panting on the ground, not wanting to move an inch.

It's even more tiring than slaying monsters and fighting people.

"Wake up. If this were a normal day for civil engineering students, they would never be carrying buckets and running away," Zhong Zemo joked.

Don't worry, there will still be two updates today.

Chapter 119 Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Orange Tea, who had already transformed into a rabbit-eared creature, nimbly squeezed through the narrow gap.

The boundary between reality and illusion could no longer be widened; the rustling pebbles were the final warning this crumbling rocky mountain and passageway were issuing to them.

If they act recklessly, the chain reaction might force them to consider resurrection.

"Sigh, I never thought that my small size would come in handy in a place like this," Jiang Heyi sighed.

The skeletons of the four male characters at the boundary between reality and fiction are all sculpted to be quite tall, basically matching their real-life counterparts.

French fries and blankets are examples of items whose dimensions don't quite fit the requirements for drilling gaps in the wall.

It seems we should marvel at the game feedback of Proof of the Stars; it truly feels very realistic.

The free Starry Sky Gem given by the official team immediately came in handy. Through location tracking and teleportation, everyone landed safely on the ninth floor.

"Is this... the power of magic?" Orange Tea murmured, gazing at everything before her.

At the end of the passage connecting the 8th and 9th floors is a platform located high in the air.

In the distance, the buildings on the ground are black squares slightly larger than a fingernail, and the crisscrossing streets resemble black lines drawn on a painter's canvas.

Even the most prominent landmark building on the ninth floor, the Trial Arena, which the Slime King described as magnificent, was barely the size of a palm.

It's really too high. If it weren't for the game, even the jailer wouldn't dare to stick his head out of the platform.

With just one glance, his heart rate nearly spiked, and a strong sense of crisis made him immediately pull his head back.

This wasn't the highest point; Jiang Heyi could see a small black dot far away, even higher up.

Considering that King Slime said there was more than one passage on each floor, we can infer that it was another exit.

There were clouds, fog, and sun; dense vegetation and neatly planned fields were faintly visible on the ground.

Based on what the Slime King said, the ranch and other facilities that extend from the ninth floor...

The Clarity Ones' "Clarity Land" project has created a complete ecosystem within the temple.

In the previous levels, the boundary between the real and the virtual was only revealed through various details, showing that the Clear Ones possessed powerful land transformation technology and spatial magic. In the ninth level, the culmination of all their technological efforts was finally unveiled before everyone.

Everything was for their ideal world.

Unfortunately, the natural disaster fortress, which was built to cope with catastrophic crises and was designed to counter the attack of the magic tide, was destroyed by human calamity before it was even completed, before the day when the results of the natural disaster could be verified.

The residential buildings surrounding the Trialers' Arena were engulfed in flames, with black smoke billowing into the sky.

How many people are still alive in the temple, which should have had a permanent population of over 3000?

The elevator-like lifting device, made using wind elements, stopped working due to the invasion of eternal night, forcing the boundary between the real and virtual worlds to descend to the ground via a spiral staircase.

There were no bodies, but the blood splatter marks on the ground and fragments of the Clear Ones' clothing described the tragedy that had occurred here.

The Clarifiers made efforts both inside and outside the passage to prevent the eternal night from flooding into this pure land.

The wheat fields, which were about to be harvested, were in ruins due to the magical battle. The full ears of wheat were trampled into the mud and water by the Church of Eternal Night, mingling with blood.

The fruit trees carefully cultivated by the Clarity Ones were leaning precariously, and the fruit being picked by the Clarity Ones was only bitten once or twice before being casually discarded.

The vegetable patch marked with the experimental field sign was burning fiercely, and crops uprooted were everywhere.

Blood pressure is high.

People with farming blood flowing through their veins can't stand seeing this.

It was definitely not caused by the aftermath of a battle; the signs of deliberate sabotage are very obvious.

What benefit would they gain from destroying non-lethal facilities within an area they are about to conquer?

The Slime King's description of the Church of Eternal Night is accurate: they are a group of madmen who do not produce anything, but vent their destructive desires, and are locusts that devour order.

If they are allowed to grow and expand, civilizations may be wiped out wherever they go.

From the moment they saw the wheat fields being wantonly destroyed, everyone's anger began to build, and the burning experimental fields made everyone tremble.

I can't take it anymore, I have to cut something.

As they approached another orchard ravaged by the Church of Eternal Night, the boundary between reality and illusion heard the sounds of battle.

Are the Church of Eternal Night and the Clear Ones still locked in fierce battle?

With this guess in mind, they rushed towards the battlefield and were met with a perplexing scene.

What, fighting side by side?

People dressed in the attire of the Clarity Ones, along with members of the Eternal Night Church who were not uniformly dressed, were attacking several half-human hybrids.

The demi-human closest to the boundary between reality and illusion possesses bloodlines of both the butterfly and human races. With a gentle flap of its butterfly wings, shimmering dust rushes towards them. The members of the Eternal Night Church, unable to dodge it, seem to be frozen in place, their hands drooping limply, their entire bodies standing there blankly.

The turbulent magical energy from the distant battle pierced through the magical barrier, leaving streaks of blood on their flesh, yet they remained motionless.

The fact that their eyes were darting around proved that these people were still conscious, but their souls seemed to be locked in their flesh and blood, unable to control their bodies at all.

No one retreated. Even though the Butterfly Clan demi-humans had demonstrated alarming control, the Clarity Ones and the Church of Eternal Night surged forward from all directions like mad dogs.

Some people used magic to suppress others from a distance, while others took up weapons for close combat. In the midst of the chaos, it was difficult to distinguish friend from foe.