T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

As they expected, Freya is a special floor guardian with a complex mechanism, a wide variety of skills, and a very strong expressive ability.

Combining the puppets from battles 1 to 4, her second phase is very difficult.

The reason they didn't experience the boundary between the virtual and the real world is because they have complete technology, equipment, and skill sets.

Chen Shaoyu was treated to a visual feast.

Putting everything else aside, the current PVE combat at the boundary between reality and illusion is visually stunning, something that 9% of guilds in the Chinese server cannot match.

Why is the candlelight silent?

She was the one who suggested coming to see it, and she didn't object at all throughout the whole process...

He curiously peeked out and found that Candlelight was covering his head, his brows were furrowed, his other hand was clenched tightly, and his face was full of pain.

"candlelight?"

"My memory... is fading again."

Chen Shaoyu was startled. He swallowed hard and tried to cover his ears, but that was just burying his head in the sand.

I've already heard things I shouldn't have.

He mustered his courage and asked, "Is the game content missing?"

"I am losing... my soul... in turmoil."

Chen Shaoyu felt a chill run down his spine.

The ninth floor trembled, and ripples spread through the space, causing an unpleasant sense of dizziness to sweep over everyone.

"Senior brother...that demoness is incredibly powerful. She shattered our divine weapons in just a few moves. What should we do?"

"Junior Sister, please stop talking. Why is my head so dizzy... We should be teleported out of the painting after failing this trial, but we're still inside it."

"Second Senior Brother, who...who are you people?!"

Within the world bubble that should have only a boundary between reality and illusion, a group of people dressed in flowing green robes, carrying swords, rose like smoke, stepping on the ever-undulating ripples of space, and suddenly appeared.

Their attire was completely out of place in the game's world.

A player obsessed with cultivating immortality created their own cosplay; is this some kind of role-playing game?

Chapter 223 The Lost Candle

One of them stood with a sword on his back, his face full of suspicion.

They looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

French Fries muttered to himself, "That dizziness just now, was it a bubble invasion?"

Jiang Heyi nodded, then shook his head: "Not sure, but... it looks very similar."

"Why didn't the seabird call the alarm?" Zhong Zemo lowered his voice. "Last time it was invaded, it almost screamed its throat out."

"I don't know," Jiang Heyi said blankly.

The eight sword-wielding figures standing opposite each other were also making rustling noises.

"Senior Brother Furan, why are there outsiders on the 9th floor of this temple?" Junior Sister asked curiously.

"I don't know. It's probably another attempt by those opportunists to invade." The young man called Fu Ran was also unsure. "Or is it another hidden checkpoint?"

Some were already convinced it was an invasion. He clenched his fist and said, "It's all because of those rats from the Guihe Sect who have corrupted the atmosphere. Even the [Proof of the Stars], which can only be explored in dreams and is hidden behind the ink painting, is not at peace."

At that moment, both sides simultaneously brought up their control panels.

"Not displaying names?"

In an instant, the junior brother beside him lost all restraint.

He pulled out a paper umbrella; the pale white paper was oozing a blackish-red liquid, which stained the surface.

Blue phosphorescent light drifted along with the paper umbrella, and the cold, broken spirits appeared and disappeared.

"It's a good opportunity for me to try out this newly forged divine weapon."

As the umbrella opened, several spirits let out sharp roars and lunged at the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Reckless!"

Li Furan shouted to stop it, but it was too late. The ferocious evil spirit had entered the flock of sheep, and black energy bloomed, enveloping the boundary between reality and illusion.

"If they weren't enemies, wouldn't that take away some of the fun!"

Reprimanded by his senior brother, the young man who had attacked hurriedly stopped: "Senior brother, please forgive me. I'm itching to get my hands on the divine weapon..."

The junior sister sighed: "I told you, it's best to avoid such evil things. You know, this painting and this dream are both incredibly strange. Ordinary weapons are fine, but you insist on forging evil things. Of all the professions, you chose necromancer. From the name to the technique, it's full of evil intentions. If your mind is corrupted, even your master might not be able to save you."

"Junior Sister is too cautious, what a coward." The young man didn't take it seriously. "The person who can arrange this painting and this dream must have unparalleled supernatural powers. If they intend to harm us, who in the entire Three Heavens can stand against them?"

He put his hands behind his head and said, "Since we're here, let's make the best of it. Let's just believe it's a game. Isn't it a wonderful thing for us to have this dreamlike world to roam freely in our spare time?"

"In my opinion, cultivation is inherently tedious and boring. Why follow the rules and regulations of reality? Become a necromancer and do something evil in this dream. It's better than falling into evil ways in reality."

Li Furan nodded helplessly to his junior sister.

"He may be impulsive, but what he said is not wrong."

"When the heavens and earth were first created, spiritual energy emerged, and profound laws appeared in the world. The world has been turned upside down in just thirty years. All we can do is imbue our swords with energy and temper our bodies."

"The storyteller's technique of riding a sword and slaying evil from afar is indeed imaginative, but looking across the Three Heavens Land, even someone like Master, who stands atop the mountain, can only sigh in admiration."

"This painting, this dream, far surpasses the sword-wielding technique, and is a hundred or a thousand times more difficult. If the Lord of the Stars and Bonfire truly harbors evil intentions, our lives and deaths will be decided in an instant."

"Ok?"

During the conversation, the sharp howls of the evil spirits in the distance abruptly ceased.

The boundary between reality and illusion tore through the black mist, and they emerged, each with an unfriendly expression.

"Nothing happened? How could nothing happen? This is a red-grade divine weapon. According to that puppet, it is second only to Gold and Rainbow."

Li Furan was about to step forward and bow to apologize, to see if there was any room for negotiation, when before he could speak, all but one of the other party pressed forward aggressively.

"Misunderstand!"

He instinctively tried to explain, but his hand reached for the sword behind him.

He drew his sword and parried in one fluid motion.

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

With his white hair, red eyes, and long, thin ears, Li Furan was taken aback by his appearance up close.

Ignoring the situation, the opponent's attack was fierce, wave after wave like the tide.

This ninth floor is indeed strange.

First, there were two punches that shattered their armor, turning their painstakingly forged divine weapons into scrap metal – a strange rabbit.

Now, a blood-soaked female demon has appeared, her moves fierce and her sword flashing like a lion's shadow.

Unable to withstand the onslaught, they suffered repeated defeats.

The person before me wielded his sword like splashed ink, freehand yet mad.

The coldness in his brows when he paused and shifted his stance, the fluttering of his clothes as he moved...

Rumors circulated that someone had become a partner with the person in the painting and had passionate dreams with her, which Li Furan once scoffed at.

"No wonder that person said, 'It was not a wasted dream, I pity the person in the painting.'"

"Brother, save me!"

Li Furan turned around and saw three walking corpses rushing forward, and his junior brother, who was holding the Evil Spirit Curse Umbrella, was powerless to defend himself.

He recklessly shook off the white-haired female demon in front of him and unleashed two fiery blades.

The zombie was torn apart by the fire blade, but it exploded violently. The unlucky junior brother, clutching the umbrella tightly, was sent flying backward, vomiting blood.

"He's a necromancer too!"

"Wow, that's amazing..."

I thought I had the advantage in an 8-on-6 situation, but I found that they were at a disadvantage in both combined attacks and one-on-one duels, and each of them narrowly escaped death.

How could the ninth level be so difficult!

"The candles are all fighting! They're all fighting! What should I do?!"

Chen Shaoyu, watching the game from God's perspective, was sweating profusely with anxiety.

At this moment, the candlelight covered its forehead, remaining silent, its pain showing no signs of abating.

He had always known that the candlelight was searching for something.

Over time, he came to realize that what he was talking about might be a memory.

Chen Shaoyu didn't know how much this memory affected the candlelight, but he vaguely guessed that it probably led to the three recorded bugs after the game started.

The third time is still ongoing.

The boundary between reality and illusion was pressing down on the strangely dressed group. Their leader, a young man, was indeed quite strong and could barely resist the onslaught of the fries, but this balance was very fragile.

A loud clapping sound rang in Chen Shaoyu's ears.

The scene on the ninth floor froze, the movement at the boundary between reality and illusion slowed down, while his opponents were pulled back a few steps by a strange force.

As the candlelight lifted its head, everything returned to normal.

"How...did it turn into fog?"

The French fry pierced the air with its sword, then looked up in surprise.

The eight people in front of me have turned into specks of light and vanished completely.

A strange, sharp pain flashed through my mind, but it was gone in an instant.

Upon seeing Chen Shaoyu arrive through the air, the boundary between reality and illusion, which had been shrouded in countless doubts, suddenly became clear.

"BUG?"

Seeing that the jailer spoke first, Chen Shaoyu felt relieved. He nodded and said, "Those are some redundant data that were created and left at the bottom layer of the game. They're a bit of a mess."

I used to watch others get infected, but this time it's my turn.

"Putting everything else aside, we'll decide whether or not to have amnesia based on the reward you offer," Fries said matter-of-factly.

Chen Shaoyu smiled: "I will definitely satisfy you, but before that, could you please not leave the ninth floor?"

"what?"

"As long as we stay on the ninth floor, we need to try online hotfix."

"Can I pay more?" Orange Tea raised her hand.

Raise your hand if you like orange tea!

"I will report this to my superiors."

After saying that, Chen Shaoyu turned and left.

The space returned to normal, and Freya, who had been somewhat hidden, reappeared and continued her execution of the Eternal Night cultists.

Suddenly being trapped on the ninth floor, and probably not being able to leave until dawn, is quite disorienting for everyone.

After Freya's rigorous testing, everyone has verified the reliability of the new equipment.

If you can get past the 9th floor, you can get past the 10th floor!

When the time comes, immediately bring Mint Mom over, and right under their noses, enjoy flipping through the Secret Book of the Clarity, savoring the sensation of knowledge blasting into your brain!

With such good condition, they could have set off without any preparation, but were interrupted by a sudden accident.

What should we do?

The ninth floor is quite large, and Freya welcomes them to come and play. Why not go out and collect some money from the people of Eternal Night to liven up the Doll's Nest?

Jiang Heyi had a flash of inspiration.

"What, you have a good idea?"

The two idea masters communicated in perfect harmony; with just a single expression, the jailer sensed something was up.

Jiang Heyi approached Freya, who was refreshed after killing someone.