T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

You're a demon, there's no reason for you to be so fragile.

Don't get us into trouble!

What if we accidentally kill the dawn redwood...?

"Mint...Mom?"

The murmur of the dawn redwood brought everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion back to life, instantly relieving the breath that had been choking them.

Thank goodness... It doesn't matter how we die, but you can't die!

"Mint Mom?"

Suddenly, the cypress covered her head, turned around, and stared blankly at everyone.

Her body suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, and the purple light in her eyes flashed brightly and dimmed intermittently, as if someone were frantically pressing the power button.

The thick mist that had already spread outside her body seemed to be drawn back by the dawn redwood, and it tried to penetrate into her body.

But halfway there, the metasequoia suddenly clutched her stomach, bent over, and began to vomit violently.

I vomited up all the mushroom rice I had just eaten, which was still undigested.

"You...don't even think about escaping!"

The dawn redwood gritted its teeth, its eyes bloodshot, and its voice was like metal striking iron, resounding and powerful.

"Hehehe, those are the children you care about most. Are you sure you want to believe what they say?"

“If you show this side of yourself to outsiders, your church, the children you care for, and all your perseverance will vanish.”

"Trust me... kill them."

It was the same voice of the dawn redwood tree, but this time, only cunning and arrogance remained in his words.

"All the wisdom you possess belongs to me..."

"You are nothing but an empty, illusory fake."

"No matter how much you try to seduce me, my answer is the same as it was 70 years ago... My body is your prison."

"Now, give me back all the wisdom you've been feigning, and get back to your corner!"

A bloodcurdling scream, inhuman and agonizing, echoed through the night sky.

The dawn redwood knelt down with a thud, coughing violently.

Like a drowning person struggling to climb ashore, completely exhausted.

She gasped for breath as she cautiously approached the boundary between reality and illusion.

After a long while, she pointed to the mountain stream not far away. Jiang Heyi immediately understood, quickly fetched a bowl of water, and fed it to the metasequoia tree.

After resting for a while, the exhausted metasequoia finally regained its ability to speak.

"I'm sorry to have frightened you all."

"Please don't tell...Mint, okay?"

Shuishan gripped Jiang Heyi's hand tightly. Where did someone who had just exhausted get such strength?

Her eyes were full of urgency, and seeing the crowd stunned and silent, she pleaded again urgently.

Tetraprotozoa thought of his mother.

She was on a business trip when she was hospitalized.

That's exactly what she instructed those around her to do, keeping it a secret from herself.

"We won't say, we absolutely won't say."

After a while, the metasequoia regained her mobility. She sat on a large rock, looking at the boundary between reality and illusion, which filled her with doubt, and revealed the gentle look she had when they first met.

"I know you have many questions, but let me ask first," said Metasequoia with a slight smile. "Mint, what exactly happened?"

Having roughly guessed what had happened to the water cypress, this time the boundary between reality and illusion dared not lie and told the whole story of what the mint had experienced over the past two years.

"Mint Mom, please don't blame us," Jiang Heyi murmured to herself.

He deliberately dropped out of school, stubbornly earning money outside, peddling potions and dealing with all sorts of people...

Upon hearing about Bohe's difficult experiences, Shuishan felt a lump in her throat, and tears silently streamed down her face.

Even so, when Mint brought gifts home to visit them, she never mentioned it at all.

What an idiot.

"So, how did you become friends with Mint?"

Ah, this...

Their first encounter with Mint was when she sold dangerous, incredibly powerful potions.

The second time, it was purely a case of holding someone at knifepoint and forcing them onto the pirate ship.

Now that we've already been honest, we're going all out here too.

The metasequoia tree was stunned.

Jiang Heyi hurriedly explained, "We all call Bohe 'Mom,' and we treat her very well. We absolutely do not bully her!"

“Yes, yes, no one in the guild dislikes Mint Mom. Our dolls all treat her as the guild master!” Fries chimed in.

"Mint...Mom?" Metasequoia was both amused and exasperated. "You call her Mom, a little one?"

"Pfft..." The jailer's mouth slurred.

The complaints from Mint Mom's mom are really hard to bear.

It took a little time to explain the maternal love of Mint's mother, such as her constant worry about them and her nagging, and how her words are very similar to her own mother's...

The dawn redwood gradually came to understand the wondrous image of mint interacting with the boundary between reality and illusion.

It was the mint she knew, yet it had undergone subtle new changes.

It's like something that changes after encountering the boundary between reality and illusion.

Surprisingly, she's very cute.

Hearing that the boundary between the real and the virtual had secured for Mint the Siren's and the Empire's library for her to study in order to catch up with Renee, and that she would also have to tackle the perilous underground temple in the future, Metasequoia's eyes softened even more, and her heart felt even more apologetic.

After leaving her, she actually encountered a group of people who tolerated and indulged her?

"No one's hurt, right?"

Everyone shook their heads.

The demon's damage came from the mental level, presumably in preparation for invading consciousness; it did not use its ultimate attack.

The methods used by that creature in the Great Snow Mountain are still fresh in my mind.

Gathered around the campfire, Jiang Heyi asked the question that had been nagging at everyone.

"Why the dawn redwood..."

"Don't call me grandma, otherwise, feel free to call me whatever you want." Metasequoia smiled helplessly.

Mint's seniority was inexplicably doubled, something she hadn't anticipated.

What's it like to suddenly have a bunch of grandchildren?

"Okay, so... the demon is inside you?"

The dawn redwood nodded.

"I sealed it away."

Chapter 202 The Story of the Metasequoia

Seventy years ago, the dawn redwood was 21 years old and at level 5.

His outstanding learning ability and impressive combat skills earned him high praise from his adventure team.

Everyone thought that Shuishan should end her life of constant danger and head to the capital to try her luck.

"Only by getting close to the central government of Anna can geniuses have a broader stage. With us, you can only learn fighting, hunting, barbecuing, leather crafting, brewing..."

Metasequoia still remembers the hearty laughter that erupted around her after her companions recounted the stories in detail.

Like the boundary between the real and the virtual, it was a team of exactly seven people, including the dawn redwood, who made a living by accepting commissions and hunting troublesome monsters on a daily basis.

Amidst the immense chaos brought to the empire's borders by the magical surge, they steadfastly adhered to their principles and refused to take on any dirty work.

He is clearly very capable, but he always ends up doing menial tasks like moving bricks.

"How about we sponsor you some money so you can go to the capital and have a look?"

"Exactly, Metasequoia, you definitely don't belong here. You're only 21 years old, and you learn everything so quickly. Maybe some of the top universities in the empire will really make an exception and admit you."

"Didn't that bookworm we rescued a while ago leave behind a token, saying that he's from the Star Speaker Academy and can host us whenever we visit Wangdu?"

"Why don't you just try your luck at the Star Speakers?"

Under a sky full of stars, the lingering shadow of the magic tide gradually dissipated with the passage of time.

The sizzling meat on the grill was incredibly fragrant.

The rich homemade wine swirls in the glass, sediment rises, and turns slightly white.

Chattering and bustling.

The dawn redwood, at the center of the discussion, was lost in thought.

That future might look like this.

With everyone's words of encouragement, she shouldered her pack, mustered her courage, and set off from the border of the empire to the capital.

Realize your talents, hone your skills and improve step by step, and rise to the top.

Then, with the sights and sounds of the capital and carefully prepared gifts, and as an elite member of the Imperial Academy, I guaranteed that my companions could purchase a house they had always dreamed of in the best location in the border city-state, so they wouldn't have to toil and struggle for the rest of their lives.

Like Mint, she is equally confident in her own talent.

If they hadn't heard the shouts coming from deep in the valley.

If they are not honest people.

If they didn't have the simple thought that someone might be in danger and needed their help...

Deep in the dark, dense forest, the metasequoia and her companions found the source of the screams.

More than a dozen elves, covered in blood, fought each other with magic.

They seemed to have gone mad, refusing to retreat even when severely wounded. With bloodshot eyes, they opened their mouths and tore at their companions' throats, causing bright red blood to gush out like a fountain.

The narrator slowed down his pace.

The only surviving forest spirit only had time to warn us that "the monster is on us" before it went mad.

The first to fall was the uncle in the team who always grilled meat for the water cypress trees and had excellent cooking skills.

He instinctively tried to block the charging forest elves, but his Achilles tendon was severed by a "corpse" controlled by the demon that was not quite dead.

Before anyone could help, his throat was pierced by the magic of the forest elves.

His companions began to lose control of their killing urges; they drew their weapons, magic surged, and they pointed them at their comrades.

Their long-standing friendship led them to self-harm to stay conscious in the final moments, but this also cost them their peak fighting power.

A potion master and an older sister skilled in brewing... The person who once took care of the dawn redwood has fallen.

In their efforts to save the doctor whose thigh was pierced by vines and who was about to be punctured, they failed to notice the vines surging beneath their feet as well.

The dawn redwood looked up at the starry sky, its voice trembling slightly.

“They were all shouting… not asking me for help.”

"Metasequoia, run! You still have to go to the capital."

"Run! You can't die!"

"Only you have the ability to avenge us."

The dawn redwood was breathing heavily.

She remained vigilant at the boundary between reality and illusion, fearing that the evil spirit within Metasequoia would reappear while she was emotionally unstable.