T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Five-pointed stars, gourds, water droplets, and goblets—the shapes are varied and densely packed together.

“Everyone who climbs the Pagoda of the Masters each year can choose to order or make a lamp, and hang it themselves after nominating it,” said Mint. “It means that the light of the predecessors illuminates the successors, and the torch is passed on forever.”

The magic surge occurs every 400 to 600 years, and the Mage Tower of the Anna Empire has witnessed it twice, yet it still stands strong and its legacy continues.

The core of the empire trained by the Mage Tower is also key to Anna's rise to power.

The prison guard stroked his chin: "The torch is passed down and never dies out... So if I blow it up, won't it be extinct?"

Not to mention Mint, even Kishya turned her head to look at it, her eyes seeming to say...you better be joking.

"What's wrong?" The jailer spread his hands. "Destruction is the greatest reward for a spectacle."

Mint, naturally, couldn't understand the wicked little quirks of the player community, and she pondered for a moment.

After careful consideration, he responded to this audacious idea.

"If you're planning to do this, could you at least leave the guild first?"

"What?" The jailer's eyes widened.

What do you mean by "rebellious Heavenly Generals"? You're an NPC flying into the player's body, right?

Using the teleportation portal at the foot of the mountain, the group appeared on the canopy, where an academy-style building surrounded the towering giant tower.

When Mint first visited this place, she was overwhelmed by Renee's presence and left on her own initiative, but she still dreamed of living here someday.

This is the holy land that the elites of the empire's major magic academies will eventually arrive at.

Jiang Heyi showed his pass to the royal guards of the Mage Tower, and the moment he was granted permission to pass, he asked curiously.

"Can someone from a family of Renee's caliber freely come and go from here?"

“According to the rules set by the first master of the mage tower, family background cannot open the gates of the mage tower.” Mint took a breath. “Now, I don’t know… this place is really too far away from ordinary people.”

Apart from a few royal guards, there are no decent defensive measures to be found at the boundary between the real and virtual worlds of the Mage Tower.

It wasn't until they approached the academy area that they saw a certain number of artifact guards, mainly puppets and elementals.

With such a defensive force, you know, if the prison guards really wanted to blow up their spectacle, probably no one would be able to react immediately.

"Why is the defense so weak...? Ugh, no normal person would think of causing trouble here, what would they be after?"

Mint was deeply uneasy about the destructive tendencies everyone displayed today, fearing that someone in the team might accidentally cause a major incident.

The academy area surrounding the mage tower was similar in style to the Star Speaker Academy that the group had visited before. The mages coming and going were all brimming with magical energy, and several of them looked flustered and hurried, clearly about to be late for class.

"How can you be so sure we're going to be late?" Mint asked, puzzled.

Everyone unanimously agreed on the boundary between the real and the virtual.

"Based on experience."

I looked in the mirror; yes, that's it.

The boundary between reality and illusion, marked by the pass pinned to the chest, was quickly noticed by passing magicians.

The mages here are very young; judging by their appearance, most are around 30 years old. To reach the pinnacle of the empire's mages at this age and continue to refine their skills by absorbing the empire's knowledge, they are all geniuses in the eyes of others.

The lowest rank among the active people here is probably no less than six.

Since the Queen of Mirror Heart did not provide any clues, the only option for the boundary between reality and illusion was to use a clumsy method: asking around to see if anyone knew about the demon.

"The demon, the one from the legend of the Screamer Snow Mountain in the Cyon region?"

Why would you come all the way here to inquire about a legend?

"I've heard of it, but is it some kind of legend worth paying attention to?"

Almost every member of the Mage Tower Academy who was questioned about the boundary between reality and illusion looked bewildered.

In their understanding, the words "mysterious snow" and "evil spirits" are closely related to local indigenous myths and legends, and those who want to understand them should go to Sai'ang.

Because the empire was filled with numerous religions, each with its own righteous god, the spirit of the Great Snow Mountain in the local strange legends of Saion was labeled as a demon and classified as heretical.

During their inquiry into the boundary between reality and illusion, they encountered one or two mages with unique beliefs. They kept scrutinizing them with strange eyes as if they were offended by the question.

After a series of inquiries, they didn't get much useful information, but quite a few members of the mage tower who were casually exchanging magical tips began to watch them from a distance.

Just as Jiang Heyi decided to use Kurien's handwritten letter to go straight into the mage tower and cause trouble, the jailer who hadn't returned to the team for a long time actually came over with a beautiful fox girl with long flowing hair.

The jailer introduced her: "Lingxin, from the Floating Spirit Fox tribe under the jurisdiction of the Durance city-state in the northern part of the Anna Empire, 29 years old, a student, sixth rank..."

hiss……

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Where did this jailer find this cute girl and immediately start investigating her background?

"We're looking for information about evil spirits."

"Yes, does Miss Lingxin Demon Fox know who in the Mage Tower has studied demons?"

Lingxin smiled and waved her hand, as if to say hello to everyone.

“Actually, I’m not entirely sure either, but… I’ve seen the pattern you showed me before with my mentor, Dussel. He seemed to have hung the pattern, ‘Proof of the Demon,’ in his room for a long time.”

Having finally found a clue, Jiang Heyi quickly asked, "Where is he?"

Lingxin scratched her cheek with some embarrassment: "Well, although he's in the academy, it's probably not so easy for ordinary people to see him."

Mint pondered the name Düsseldorf twice, then was suddenly startled.

"Dussel...Dussel the Cleanser?"

Lingxin nodded with a smile.

"What's wrong? Is this a very powerful character?" the jailer asked.

“Remove the ‘ma’,” Mint said. “The space magic used by the Empire today basically all bears traces of his modifications. On the surface, he is the Empire’s foremost space magic master.”

The mysterious tone in Queen Jingxin's voice made Jiang Heyi guess that the person they were about to meet was no ordinary person.

Learning from Mint that this was a ruthless person who had improved spatial magic at the age of thirty and reached the pinnacle of spatial magic at the age of sixty, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

The boundary between reality and illusion is no longer that of a newbie who has just started playing this game; they clearly understand what it means.

Although Queen Jingxin has not openly acknowledged the ninth rank in the game, judging from her methods, she has already reached this level.

Based on the description, Dussel is definitely a strong person of this level.

Just how powerful is the evil spirit that Queen Jingxin keeps silent about?

Even powerful figures like Dussel were secretly studying Him.

Meeting Dussel was simpler than expected. Lingxin took Kurien's handwritten letter and they obtained permission to go to the upper levels of the Mage Tower.

Unfortunately, they had no chance to see the interior of this colossal tower; Dussel's improved teleportation magic skipped the process and took them directly to his office.

Strong people often have a few quirks.

The Queen of Mirror Heart transformed her private space into a small manor surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, and she also dries small fish and raises cats on the terrace.

Dussel, on the other hand, transformed his private space inside the Mage Tower into an office filled with desks and piles of documents.

In the vast space built of gray stone bricks, documents are stacked high on every desk, just like the mage tower itself.

No kidding, Jiang Heyi felt like he was back in high school, and the memory of knocking on the teacher's office door with the collected homework instantly flooded his mind.

French fries, however, keenly noticed a detail.

The room in Düsseldorf was perfectly symmetrical about the left and right sides, with the door they pushed open as the central axis.

The gray stone bricks that formed the room seemed to be perfectly and symmetrically embedded in the dome and at the foot of the room.

For a moment, she mistakenly thought she had stepped into the interior of a Rubik's Cube with only one color.

Nearly 70-year-old Düssel had his back to the crowd, holding a twig in his hand, and was writing and drawing something on the gray brick wall.

The jailer picked up a stack of books, but accidentally knocked over the precarious "tower," and the books scattered all over the floor.

The noise made Düssel turn around.

It's hard to believe this is a 70-year-old man. His skin isn't wrinkled; it's still as rosy as a young man's, and his muscles are like a perfect work of art sculpted by a master.

Dussel's eyes shone so brightly it seemed as if they contained a pale gold gem. He calmly waved his hand, and the books that had fallen to the ground slowly returned to their places.

"You are the guests His Majesty invited for me."

Although her tone was gentle and her appearance kind, for some reason everyone felt a strong sense of oppression—except for Ke Xia, who took the opportunity to hug Jiang Heyi's arm.

This scene made Düsseldorf laugh out loud.

"Loving and affectionate, the innocent scent of youth."

For some unknown reason, Dussel was moved by the scene, and in the blink of an eye, he teleported from the end of the room to in front of everyone.

True teleportation is so fast that no one can track his movements. It's as if he has severed space and entered a passage that no one can see, completing a teleportation at an incredible speed.

"I heard from Lingxin that you are searching for information about demons... Why?"

When dealing with such a person, being straightforward is the best approach.

Jiang Heyi took out the [Proof of the Demon].

Dussel's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared incredulously at the object in his hand, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the people at the boundary between reality and illusion.

An unsettling silence lasted for a while, then Düsseldorf let out a sigh.

"How did you obtain it?"

After selectively recounting everything that had happened in the snowy mountains, Dussel's face showed obvious emotional fluctuations.

Especially when he heard that the Narum family had specifically massacred various tribes within the Great Snow Mountain in order to build a complete chain of evidence so that no one could prove the whole thing wrong, he couldn't help but press his temples and rub them repeatedly.

"What a bunch of lunatics... Do they really have to drive that guy crazy?!"

Dussel's voice was low, and although his anger was restrained enough, everyone in the room could feel the surging fire in his heart.

“We want to know, what exactly is the demon?” Jiang Heyi took a breath. “A friend told us that if we take it to you, we can get the answer.”

"Let me guess, Jingxin, right?"

Jiang Heyi nodded.

Another sigh followed, and after a long while, Dussel held the Demon's Proof and spoke softly.

“Demons… are not any kind of life form; they are consciousness.”

"Consciousness...body?"

Dussel nodded: "It was born from the last magic surge. It is a collection of countless consciousnesses from the Great Snow Mountain. It is a chaotic entity without individual consciousness, and it is an uncontrollable monster that may go out of control at any time."

"The empire has long called that a myth?"

Dussel said, "He is a distorted product born from mythology."

Chapter 183 You, go and stab the demon.

Eighty years ago, the largest magical surge to date swept across the continent, lasting for 10 years.

Each wave of magic brings entirely new changes.

Intelligent races awaken, magical abundance increases, and the magical system is perfected.

As the people of the mainland experience new power amidst the chaos brought by the magic surge, a demon descends from the depths of the Great Snow Mountain of the Screamers.

Dussel produced a portrait in which a hazy black mist enveloped the skeleton of a yak, which was wandering aimlessly across the snow.

"After the lord of Sai'ang City reported to the Empire, the Empire immediately dispatched elite messengers to investigate on-site. Deep in the snowfield, they saw Him in a blizzard. This portrait records the Empire's first encounter with Him."

"The messenger team was trying to figure out the 'true form' of the demon, but this rash contact resulted in only two members of the twenty-member messenger team returning."

"One person went mad, and the remaining person had a strong enough mentality to become the painter of this portrait."

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but exclaim in amazement: "What legendary investigator's holy body?"

“Investigator…a new topic for young people?” Dussel paused for a moment. “Anyway, this contact was not entirely fruitless in the end.”

"According to the surviving messenger, the moment he approached the demon, he suddenly heard the voices of his other companions in the party."

"She talks incessantly and at a very fast pace, which is very annoying."

"Everyone's fears seem to be connected by an invisible hand, resonating and influencing each other."