T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

But in the eyes of Nong Xiaofan, a gambling addict who was already obsessed with gambling, he thought he was very smart.

If you win just one game, you break even. With such high profits, how could you not do it?

So this time, he bet all his meager savings.

Perhaps it was the fire from his ancestral graves that saved him, and he did indeed turn his fortunes around.

Through the chat history, Chen Shaoyu could feel Nong Xiaofan's ecstasy at that moment.

He treated his roommates to dinner and drinks, and bought himself a new cell phone and computer.

"It's nothing, just a small amount of money."

He has indeed lost his concept of money.

This is his last chance to back down.

Since then, he hasn't stopped betting, but he's lost more than he's won.

My savings are all gone, and I have no money left. What should I do?

Borrow money to place bets.

What should I do if my friend borrows money from me and doesn't pay it back?

Borrowing money to place bets.

He's still betting on a comeback, robbing Peter to pay Paul.

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just a gamble."

"Something happened to my family, I need to borrow some money from you."

"I was just hit by a car, and my family hasn't come yet. Could you give me some money to go to the hospital first?"

"I'm having trouble making money in my business."

The words in the chat history sent chills down Chen Shaoyu's spine as he read them.

Tell different lies to different people.

They don't even spare their relatives and parents.

"Xiao Song, what does this 'opening the box' mean? He said that opening it will turn your life around?"

Without looking up, Chen Shaoyu helped explain: "Game accessories have a certain market value because of their low drop rate. He's addicted to all sorts of things and wants to gamble on everything. Seeing that he could 'make' money for 17 yuan, he definitely got carried away."

"What about this physical card pack?"

“Rare cards are reasonably priced and have collectible value, but the probability of getting the same one is very low,” Chen Shaoyu said. “He’s addicted to the gamble of getting something for a small price.”

From earning meager living allowances at the beginning to making big profits with small investments, Nong Xiaofan successfully navigated between two extremes.

On social media platforms, whenever a match doesn't go his way, such as a weaker team winning against a stronger one, he immediately posts a long rant in the comments section, denouncing match-fixing and score manipulation.

The most difficult thing is that he had already crossed the boundary between reality and illusion before this incident.

During the guild war qualifiers, he first joined the bandwagon in criticizing the hype surrounding Virtual Reality Boundary, but later, when he saw Virtual Reality Boundary making great strides, he made a bet with people in the group during the final qualifying rounds for the four spots, betting 1000 RMB that Virtual Reality Boundary could qualify, demonstrating his agility.

Without a platform to open betting, you have to find someone you know to gamble.

The most ridiculous thing is that, in the very first match, the boundary between reality and illusion was breached by an opening attack, resulting in a defeat.

In an attempt to evade his debt, he simply left the group and blocked the other person, thus escaping the situation in one fell swoop.

Then they went to the account on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds and started criticizing it for several days.

According to the two people who shared the apartment with him and gave him "ideas," they were also drawn into the trap because they saw Nong Xiaofan "making money."

Nong Xiaofan is usually very unpredictable.

He wins money gambling and smiles at everyone he meets.

Whenever he loses, his gloomy face makes him look like a zombie.

There was no conspiracy, no big shot pulling the strings behind the scenes; there was only an abstract suggestion to reopen the game, a gambler whose life was already ruined, bluffing and thinking he was being clever.

No wonder the candlelight couldn't find any relevant information; Nong Xiaofan simply didn't qualify for the game.

While they were going through the documents, Nong Xiaofan had already given most of his confession in the interrogation room.

When asked why they didn't target the orange tea business—the only one with a rural household registration in the virtual-real world, which seemed like an easier target—but instead went after the fries business…

"You have to take the high-speed train to Chengning, which costs money."

If French Fries had gone to school somewhere else, he wouldn't even be able to afford the train ticket.

Having handled many major cases, some experienced police officers took off their glasses, while others rubbed their temples, truly unsure of what they had been up all night for.

Once he got the results, Chen Shaoyu immediately called Zhu Huo back.

Zhu Huo asked for Nong Xiaofan's information, replied "Okay," and hung up.

Chen Shaoyu sighed and contacted the man again.

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to have expected this outcome.

Those who know the inside story dare not touch it.

Those who dare to touch this matter are unaware of it, and being unaware of it also means that they have no background or strength, and no one will warn them that this matter could bring disaster.

After the initial anger and surprise, he calmed down.

"Does the candlelight accept this result?"

"Maybe."

What is the boundary between the virtual and the real doing tonight?

"When I left, the four guilds that qualified for the World Championship were having a training match, which ended around 4 a.m.

Hearing that training was in progress, the man's furrowed brows relaxed somewhat.

Although, according to what he understood, PVE and fighting against high-difficulty dungeon monsters were also forms of practice, it was still specialized training, which was more reassuring.

As the person in charge of following up on this matter, he naturally hoped for a good result at the World Championship.

The farce has left a group of people still waiting outside the interrogation room.

Even now, some people are still wondering why there's such a big fuss, since it's just about someone playing a game.

"Just think of it as a national-level athlete being threatened and coerced into throwing a match. The game 'Proof of the Stars' is very popular among young people. You'll understand once you learn about it."

"A national-level athlete?"

"He's one of the athletes who's representing the country."

"These aren't just ordinary gamers. In short, someone above them values ​​them highly, so you guys better be smart."

"What about the procedures? Are we still going to proceed?"

"You should still leave. Ask the person involved to come over tomorrow to identify themselves and sign something. Process it quickly and don't waste their time," the man reminded. "Also, keep an eye on things around the university town."

While the interrogation room was releasing its results, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds also concluded its first PVP practice session in preparation for the World Championship and began its journey towards the Great Snow Mountain.

"Demons, we're coming!"

Chapter 207 Fragments of the Demon

According to the information left by Düsseldorf, he was found by the boundary between the virtual and real worlds along the trade route of the Great Snow Mountain.

"You are more capable than I imagined. You have turned the capital upside down. The nobles are terrified, His Majesty is overwhelmed with the aftermath, and even the Mage Tower is talking about it with great interest."

As they ventured deeper into the snowfield, Dussel surprisingly began discussing the plot of the rebellion in the capital.

Indeed, these characters and the storylines they spawn are all intricately connected.

"Won't the nobles be unhappy if we cooperate?" Jiang Heyi joked. "Your act of challenging the demons on your own seems to be a violation of the empire's prohibitions."

“Human life has its limits, and for me, the end of my life is not far off,” Dussel said. “It’s time to put an end to my regrets.”

Deep within the vast snow-capped mountains, Dussel casually tossed aside the weapon [Eye of the Abyss], made from fragments of demonic energy.

Like the special set gifted by Kurion, the Eye of the Abyss is a raid-bound item.

However, both the Ferocious Lion and the Wrathful Lion of Kurion can be picked up and equipped immediately, while the Eye of the Abyss can be unbound and transferred to another owner at will within the team, and each unbinding requires a certain amount of materials.

French fries naturally became the first owner of this cursed weapon.

The moment the sword was bound, it trembled rhythmically, and Fries could vaguely hear the howling wind and snow coming from the depths of the boundless snowfield.

Now that we have the weapon, the next step is to find the demon.

They have been advancing at full speed for quite some time now, led by Düsseldorf.

It was just before dawn, and all was quiet.

Seeing that the time was right, Dussel prompted Jiang Heyi to take out the Demon's Proof. Instantly, the Eye of the Abyss and the Demon's Proof resonated with a strange sound.

The sound of wind and snow, which was previously only audible to the French fries, suddenly enveloped everyone.

"It's more useful than I expected."

As he spoke, Düssel actually retreated to the back of the team.

A ninth-tier cultivator isn't as good as the one in front?

"Be prepared to run away at any time. Although Elerave told me that this sword can harm demons, no one has ever actually tried it."

That makes sense; a top-tier spatial magic master must be an expert at escaping with his men.

But Jiang Heyi could sense Dussel's deep-seated fear of evil.

The ninth rank only gave him the courage to stand here; deep down, he was still immersed in the tragic scene of the failed campaign back then.

Thankfully, it's just a game. If it were real life, Jiang Heyi would never have gone through this. Who knows if someone with PTSD would betray their teammates?

There was no wind or snow, and the moon and stars were few, but a sudden gust of wind swept through the snow-capped mountain valley.

The sound of wind and snow echoing in everyone's ears seemed to invade reality. In an instant, a fierce wind arose all around, and snow filled the sky.

An invisible fog obscured the sunlight, and the light faded in the area where the boundary between reality and illusion lay.

In the boundless darkness, clusters of pale green flames appeared.

A faint light, like that of fireflies, converged from all directions, transforming into two fist-sized eyes.

Only then did everyone realize that just a few meters away, in the dense, impenetrable darkness, the enormous moose skull was hovering eerily in mid-air.

The two unusually large, fan-shaped antlers resembled a giant clam shell that had just been opened.

Beneath the skull, various scattered bone fragments of unknown beasts and monsters were piled up to form a humanoid spine and coccyx.

Apart from that, it has no other physical structure and looks like a grotesque monster with a deer's head and a snake's body.

Countless fireflies burrowed into the hollow, enormous deer head, illuminating its pale, eerie body. At that moment, this soulless shell was given life, swaying slowly.

Slightly different from when they first met, the demon did not make a planned entrance. The skeletal attendants who surrounded it like a ceremonial band were replaced by the endless sound of wind and snow.

"This is the true form?"

Zhong Zemo was puzzled.

Jiang Heyi shook his head: "I could feel the oppressive feeling the first time, but... at the Narum mansion, it was hidden in the dark, so I couldn't confirm it."

Orange Tea tries to find answers through unknown revelations.

The silence during the last unknown revelation might have been due to bad luck or insufficient level. Now that I'm at the maximum level, I might be able to get more feedback.

With this thought in mind, Orange Tea clenched her hands tightly, making a prayer gesture.

"That's it, that's it!"

In the presence of evil spirits, everyone communicated cautiously, and a sudden loud voice startled everyone into turning their heads.

Düssel gritted his teeth and looked surprised, repeatedly saying, "That's it."

The demonic PTSD patient stamped the verification, so this is the original body?

Although it didn't meet everyone's expectations, things have come to this point...

"French fries," he said, "we can serve them now."

Holding the Eye of the Abyss, French Fries was eager to try.

Forget about demons or monsters, if you dare to show your health bar, I'll break your skeleton into pieces and make soup!