T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Mint reminded me, "I just saw Renee outside. She hates these kinds of occasions and doesn't easily join in on things, so I'm pretty sure it was sent by her family..."

"Hiss, Renee's family, that means there might be quite a few high-ranking nobles at this banquet?" The jailer was sweating.

"What should we do?" The blanket was also a little at a loss. "Will it affect the reward?"

What Zhong Zemo was more concerned about was whether Kurien deliberately failed to inform them that there was a large amount of noble information gathered here, in order to use someone else to do his dirty work.

Jiang Heyi wiped the blood off the knife: "What should we do... Anyone who dares to stop us, we'll kill them."

"As I said before, those eight people will either be castrated alive or die."

"Anyone who helps them is an enemy of the Falling Star, kill them all!"

Chapter 188 Blood Splattered Three Feet

Mint wasn't sure when this trend started, perhaps 40 years ago, or perhaps 70 years ago when the country was just entering its golden age.

The empire had enjoyed a long period of peace, and there was no need to worry about security within the capital. Therefore, each nobleman was accompanied by only one or two attendants or guards.

As Anna reached its zenith, the empire's diverse aristocratic class developed an unbelievable culture of ostentation and comparison.

These one or two attendants are mainly for decoration.

All men must meet the aesthetic standards of being handsome, dashing, heroic, and fierce.

Women are required to be beautiful and charming, with a well-proportioned and graceful figure.

When traveling in the capital, lower-ranking nobles who do not have a fifth-rank attendant who meets the required standards will be ridiculed as "unworthy".

The elite nobles at the top of the pyramid needed to be accompanied by attendants of the 6th to 7th rank to demonstrate their power and authority.

In Anna, joining the nobility is a ladder for many wild mages who reach ranks 5 to 7 through their own efforts, as well as for adventurers who change their fate.

Although this often means, in a sense, cutting off one's future and wasting one's talent.

Compared to constantly teetering on the edge of life and death, this path is far too easy.

Those who realized they possessed irreplaceable physical attractiveness and had found a way to monetize it all succumbed to the allure of the aristocracy's extravagant and decadent lifestyle.

No more risking life and death, no more enduring hunger and thirst, and no more worrying about knowledge; everything is readily available.

So, what is the price?

"They willingly put on the chains and are driven by them. Over time, they even consider leftovers as a blessing and a pleasure."

"Pleasing, fawning, flattering... you have to wag your tail and beg for mercy. You can only laugh when they laugh, and you have to cry when they cry."

"You are just a pet, a vase for them to admire and play with."

"Mint, remember, never, ever choose this path. You are a genius, not anyone's pet."

"Your path lies in the more distant future, not in that bubble whose end is already known."

Before she left, the nun put her thin arms around her and gave her repeated instructions.

Those voices echoed in my mind once again.

Holding the mage's hat given to her by the nun, she stumbled onto the road to the capital for further studies.

With her eyes fixed on knowledge, she hadn't even had a chance to understand the illusory luxury hidden in the nun's repeated admonitions when Renee became like a mountain blocking her from knowledge.

Today, she finally understood what the nun had said.

It is indeed a pet.

With a swing of the Elemental Heart longsword, the demon-possessed French Fries effortlessly took on three opponents, turning their beautiful and charming faces into hideous grotesque expressions.

Blood splattered everywhere, heads rolled to the ground, their expressions ultimately frozen in terror, devoid of their usual glamour.

Mint couldn't understand why the three of them, working together, were hindering each other instead of cooperating at all.

Their numerical advantage was completely eroded by their mindless attack rhythm, ultimately resulting in three 1v1 situations for Fries.

Jiang Heyi's giant sculpted axe with the force of splitting a mountain, cleaving a magician who was casting a spell in two.

Mint still didn't understand why she chose to sing in the final moments of her life.

What about instant-cast magic?

Why not use support magic to maneuver first?

Why fight a magic warrior who is so close at hand?

He has a foundation in magic but lacks practical experience and excellent magic suited to his own abilities; the types of magic he uses are varied and unskilled.

Weak, too weak.

"Rennie... so this is what you planned?"

"Let me become your servant, your signboard."

Mint gradually clenched her fist.

This was the day with the most bloodshed in the imperial capital in decades.

Who would have thought that being in the capital would lead to an attack?

Caught completely off guard, everyone rushed into battle. Facing the well-trained and experienced boundary warriors of the virtual and real worlds, they died almost as quickly as if Kesha had personally taken action.

The skills honed through the world championships and the challenging dungeons of the Underground Temple of the Clarity are far beyond what these domesticated pets can withstand.

The guards and servants dispatched upon hearing the news became a massive experience point on the boundary between reality and illusion in the courtyard of Giza Manor.

Not long ago, their beautiful and handsome faces sparkled with lively and charming smiles, and every frown and gesture could evoke countless discussions and whistles from the nobles.

Now, however, it has turned into pools of rotting flesh and blood, piled up haphazardly in every corner within sight.

Mint suddenly understood why Kurien was so obsessed with authoritarianism.

Hidden beneath the empire's peak was a deeply entrenched and irreversible distortion.

If Kurien were to die, Anna would likely descend into chaos.

Ksha crushed the head of the last beggar.

If Potato says he wants to kill them all, then kill them all.

She trusted Potato's judgment.

Bloody footprints stretched all the way to the garden behind the manor, where nearly a hundred trembling nobles in gorgeous clothes stood, covered in blood and resembling demons.

The only servants around them had undisguised fear in their eyes.

"Friendly reminder: if you try to escape, I'll break one of your legs first."

Jiang Heyi's icy voice made the nobles who were secretly pushing and retreating stop trembling.

"Fallen Star Siren, do you know what you're doing?"

"Assaulting and killing Anna nobles, openly defying Anna laws within the capital—even diplomatic immunity won't save you!"

"Stop...stop now, it's not too late."

French Fries sneered: "Why do you sound so insecure? Shouldn't you be righteously and condescendingly reprimanding us?"

No one dared to utter a sound; their eyes were fixed on the central corridor, hoping that the imperial guards and mages would quickly pour in and punish these madmen.

Jiang Heyi felt the vibration of the communication crystal. He turned around without making a sound and rubbed his arm against Fries' arm.

French Fries only glanced at it, but he already knew what had happened.

She stepped forward and said loudly, "Where is Giza? Let those eight men from Giza come out."

Taking advantage of the moment when the nobles were rustling around, Jiang Heyi activated the crystal.

“The plan has changed. There are many people in Giza Manor. Don’t start a massacre.” Kurien’s tone was very urgent.

Jiang Heyi replied calmly, "It's too late. We've already killed many."

He could hear a "gulp" sound of saliva being swallowed coming from the other end of the crystal.

Whether Kurien was faking it or it was his true reaction, it doesn't matter anymore.

Jiang Heyi explained, "They were mostly their servants. We let the minor nobles go, but we cornered nearly a hundred of them in the garden. Their titles were unknown, but I guess there were some important figures among them, though I couldn't recognize them."

“Just do what you’re supposed to do, and don’t cause any trouble,” Kurien emphasized again.

"Your Majesty, things can't always go as planned. All I can say is, I'll try my best."

With over a hundred people, there was nowhere to hide or escape, and the eight people from Giza were quickly pushed to the front of the group by the crowd.

Facing the chilling face of the shaman, some people had already wet their pants.

"Tsk tsk, you really peed yourself." The jailer sighed. "Your mental fortitude is lacking, brother. You need to be like me; even if you get into trouble and crash, you can still laugh about your embarrassing situation."

The boundary between reality and illusion bears witness to this; the jailer brother truly can do it.

Aside from the most realistic real damage, probably no one can break through his defenses.

"It's okay, you won't be able to pee for long," Zhong Zemo comforted him.

Knowing that disaster was imminent, Giza did not put on airs and knelt down without hesitation.

Even with countless nobles from Anna watching him from behind, if he didn't kneel... there would be no future for him!

He looked flustered: "I was wrong, I was really wrong. I'm willing to give half of my fortune to the Fallen Star Siren, to the siren I frightened!"

"I...I was wrong too...We're willing to atone for our sins. You can name any amount you want for the atonement!"

Mint dares to guarantee that the sincerity with which these nobles knelt before Kurien was not as strong as the sincerity with which they knelt before them now.

Even more grim-looking than the eight men, including Gissa, were the nobles behind them who had fought to secure their release from prison and had personally attended the banquet to show their support.

The thud as Giza knelt down felt like a blow to their hearts, and endless humiliation overwhelmed their thoughts.

They can weave countless orders and countless rules.

They can create laws, and then play word games with those laws.

Within the bounds of the rules, it can even defy imperial power and influence the direction of imperial decision-making.

But none of those things can compare to the blade in the hand of the boundary between reality and illusion, the surging magic, or any single note uttered by Ksha.

Their omnipotent fantasy shattered with each bloody scene, and they didn't even have the courage to look up and meet the gaze of anyone at the boundary between reality and illusion.

Nobles are, after all, just mortals.

"Now, do you want to say a few words in their defense?" Jiang Heyi walked over to the silent group with interest. "Do you agree to a ransom?"

Unlike in the council chamber, no one answered this time.

The blankets seemed to actively seek eye contact with people, but each person looked away hastily, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Even a big, dark-skinned rat can become a cat one day. It must be a black cat... Ugh, I can't take it, just thinking about her gives me PTSD.

Jiang Heyi shook his head with pity: "Nobody wants to help you. What's going on? Weren't you just drinking and celebrating your freedom?"

Jiang Heyi then looked around at everyone: "You argued your case, trampled on the dignity of the Fallen Star Sea Demon, and obtained special privileges for the eight of them. Shouldn't you be staunch allies?"

"Why are you all silent? Are you all mute?!"

His powerful shout sent shivers down the spines of some people.

Mint felt even more contemptuous.

Is this the empire I once fantasized about?

Back then, "she" must have seen a similar scene, which is why she chose to live in anonymity and use a small church as her place for the rest of her life.

"time is limited."

French Fries shook the communication crystal, indicating that Kurien was urging them on.

"Then let's proceed with the castration."

Giza and the other eight trembled and, disregarding their dignity, cried out for mercy again, repeatedly saying, "Give me another chance," and "I was really wrong."

unexpectedly……

Zhong Zemo asked in a low voice, "How do I do it?"

Jiang Heyi was taken aback: "Castrate?"

"I have no experience."

Nonsense, who has experience with that?