T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"This is the power of a candle."

Incredible! He exclaimed in amazement.

Just then, a message popped up in the chat group for World Championship preparations, and he glanced at it instinctively.

After his unintentional peeping, he fell into a daze.

He couldn't see anyone here clearly.

Chen Shaoyu quickly suppressed his curiosity.

It's addictive to casually scrutinize other people's privacy as if you were a god.

We must never abuse our power or squander the trust placed in us like candlelight.

He found the boundary between the virtual and real worlds at the center of the incident and temporarily applied to join their private chat group.

After expressing their willingness to help, they jokingly asked their colleagues the same questions they had asked each other.

"The only way is to kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Trust in the wisdom of our ancestors!"

The jailer didn't hesitate.

It's not surprising that these words came from the prison guard.

Jiang Heyi said, "Of course, I hope he has nightmares every day, repeatedly falling asleep and waking up in fright. This kind of experience is absolutely devastating to his body and mind."

During the period of waiting for the results after the college entrance examination, Jiang Heyi felt that she had not performed well and fell into a state of intense anxiety and self-doubt for several days.

Thinking about it carefully, it was in that state of mind that he started his team journey with the newly joined group member, Fries.

Then I finally calmed down because of the French fries, water flow, and typing exchanges in Mecca.

He had another nightmare in the middle of the night, in which he was desperately asking the fries for the score just as he was about to win, while he heard the sound of gurgling water and a line of text popping up in the chat box below.

Then someone jumped out from behind cover and killed him instantly.

I was also startled awake, but it wasn't scary at all.

If Chen Shaoyu hadn't asked him, he would have almost forgotten that his connection with French fries actually began back then.

Despite being repeatedly tormented and angered, I inexplicably still team up with her to grind.

Jiang Heyi couldn't help but smile.

Fine, if you don't want to report enemy positions, then don't.

"What are you laughing at?" French Fries asked curiously.

"I was laughing at how you used to drive me crazy by staying silent and not saying anything," Jiang Heyi admitted. "Now that we're talking face-to-face, is that some kind of compensation?"

Chapter 238 The Time of Liquidation

"Can you show me the evidence you've preserved?"

Chen Shaoyu knew that the boundary between reality and fiction was being used to preserve evidence, and his current silence was a prelude to a severe reckoning.

They wanted to cooperate, but the candlelight's attitude was subtle; it neither supported nor opposed them, remaining silent.

Now that the candlelight has entrusted him with the judgment, he feels he needs to do something—to be fair, he was one of the earliest people to support the boundary between reality and illusion.

Long before the candlelight cast its gaze upon them, he used his access to explore the boundary between reality and illusion, conquering the temple and completing the storyline—his favorite pastime when relaxing from work.

Okay, actually he quite liked bottled water too, but they ended up falling apart...

The atmosphere was great at the time, how could it end like this?

Is the name Shinra really cursed?

The private message bar popped up; the jailer had sent him what he wanted.

Before leaving the group chat, he asked a question out of curiosity.

What are you all doing right now?

Jiang Heyi: "I was motivated to exercise by French fries."

French Fries: "Grab the potato and force him to train his physical fitness."

Orange Tea: "Reading a book."

Zhong Zemo: "My new computer is so smooth! Do you guys think I should buy a leather case and become a streamer?"

"In bed: I was dragged into the Magic Thunder pit by the squid, and I'm currently climbing the line."

Four Primitives: "I bought some card packs, ready to experience the thrill of opening cards after a long time."

Jailer Bro: "I've commissioned Gorkaron to create some erotic illustrations. Watch me ruthlessly effeminate him!"

What a wonderful life!

Although the jailer looks a bit eerie...

Arriving at the floor where the candlelight was, Chen Shaoyu held the flame pendant, feeling the information surging in his mind, and seemed to have an epiphany.

Opening the message sent by the prison guard, he searched for the account ID and quickly identified a video creator with 5 followers on a short video platform.

The name Li Xi naturally came to mind; without a doubt, this was the name of the account owner.

Li Xi's videos are very diverse, typical of those that follow trends and make whatever is popular. As long as there is traffic, she will jump on it, regardless of the whole picture, and comment on it to get a share of the profits.

He didn't care how public opinion developed afterward.

Delete the video if the wind changes direction.

The winds haven't changed; he remains a courageous warrior who dares to speak out and criticize.

Given the large number of followers in the trend of traffic, holding them accountable often requires a huge amount of effort and time, so this is an operation where the benefits far outweigh the risks.

With his eyes closed in meditation, the camera viewpoints of the area where Li Xi was located appeared in his field of vision.

It was an office, and Li Xi, who was live-streaming, was talking about international current affairs on her phone behind the desk, discussing the latest trends.

It is not a personal account, but one of the "products" incubated by short video media.

In the vast office area, Chen Shaoyu moved between mobile phone lenses and cameras, like a ghost of the internet, seeing faces talking loudly and spitting as they spoke to him.

This is just a glimpse of the images that flash through my mind when I'm filtering information by candlelight on a normal day.

Chen Shaoyu suddenly understood why people in movies and TV shows who suddenly gain extraordinary powers often fall into depravity so easily.

The feeling of being above everyone else is like poison; it seeps into your bones the moment you experience it.

He was simply experiencing it, yet he became mesmerized and harbored wicked thoughts.

Being around the candlelight helped suppress his burgeoning curiosity, and now, holding incredible power in his hands, Chen Shaoyu calmed down in no time.

He was the only person Zhu Huo chose when faced with an unexpected situation.

He had to take responsibility for this power; it concerned the trust that the candlelight placed in him… no, in the lives of the creatures on this planet.

Chen Shaoyu overheard the group of people who hadn't yet started broadcasting listening to instructions from a person in charge.

"We've been following up on the topic of the boundary between virtual and reality these past few days. The game is very popular, and the discussion has been soaring recently. As long as you touch on even the smallest details, your data will look great."

"How should we follow up?"

"Topics should of course have contradictions and controversies, and it's best to have a clear bias. Without a bias, there's no emotional output, and it's not explosive enough."

"The best trend right now is to blur the line between reality and fiction, and move towards creating gods in the Chinese server. The public likes to create gods, but they also like to destroy gods. Isn't the current hype just reaching the point of destroying gods?"

One of the streamers, clearly a newbie, asked timidly.

What if they hold us accountable?

"Investigate?" The person in charge laughed. "The boundary between the virtual and real worlds is just a bunch of kids. Look at them, they have millions of followers, but what kind of business have they managed? They can't monetize their massive traffic. You can tell they're just a bunch of newbies with no background and no one to guide them."

"When the server opened, a lot of people hyped them up. Look, many of them have now become short video bloggers on the Stars of Proof platform, making a living by reposting their videos, and they're all doing just fine."

“We also have one that got its fill of traffic last time, squeezed into this big cake and got a slice of the pie. Now the account is all set up and it has taken a lot of traffic from the Proof of Stars.”

Chen Shaoyu suddenly realized.

When the game launched, the boundary between reality and illusion was inexplicably blurred by a mix of various elements, one of which was the sudden rise to fame of an ordinary person with no background.

The moment the spotlight fell, flies swarmed in.

They didn't have game accounts, so they couldn't discuss more game information. They could only get to the table by venturing into controversial topics.

The boundary between the virtual and the real appeared at the right time and in the right place, becoming the password card for them to board this train of traffic.

Chen Shaoyu couldn't help but wonder if the candlelight knew about this information.

Perhaps, in her understanding, this is just a part of the internet ecosystem, a trivial detail that shouldn't be corrected by an outsider like her.

She is an outsider, but Chen Shaoyu is not.

Thinking about how the boundary between the virtual and real worlds had been plagued by unprecedented malice since the game's launch, a surge of anger welled up in his chest.

The four guilds in the Chinese server preparing for the World Championship have no off-field scandals, have harmonious relationships with each other, and their members are all clean-living and upright people. They are truly a breath of fresh air.

Good people should be pinned to the ground and have guns pointed at them?

To avoid too much controversy, even the monetization of the virtual and real worlds needs to be carefully considered.

Why should they be so cautious in making money, while those who make outrageous statements and stir up emotions can devour the extra value they create?

Chen Shaoyu exhaled a deep breath.

Since the candlelight wanted him to make the judgment, and he also had the fuse she gave him, what was he afraid of?

Li Xi is still live streaming, talking eloquently.

Overseas conflicts are a hot topic recently. You can simply copy some information from videos by content creators on other websites, integrate it, and present it as your own opinion.

Although some viewers may occasionally notice something amiss, they can simply be banned if they raise any questions.

Calories, energy, and money are the most important things; as for the truth...

It's because the audience doesn't use their brains.

If you have a brain, would you really believe the garbage information that has been bombarded by others and passed around a dozen times?

The internet has always made money off fools; once you get into this industry, you'll understand how to play it.

Those who have any shame deserve to be poor.

The number of viewers in the live stream was over 4000, which is a very good number.

He watched the rapidly scrolling barrage of comments, but couldn't come up with anything suitable to start a conversation with, so he decided to make one up on the spot.

"Could the host share their true thoughts on this war?"

"Can……"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

My thoughts were thick and sticky like paste, and everything in my vision was blurry.

Once the discomfort subsided, he quickly drank some water.

Didn't you eat enough for lunch?

Li Xi thought to herself, then looked down at the comments section, wanting to see how her previous remarks had been received.

"report."

"You are sick?"

"4000+ words? Screw you."

The barrage of malicious replies sent a chill down Li Xi's spine.

What did he say?

The words he was trying to say were probably just tired, repetitive platitudes.

In his line of work, he's long been accustomed to repeating the same old clichés over and over, maintaining a stance without drawing conclusions or taking sides, and constantly shifting his position so that he can later pull out videos to show off to the audience how accurate his judgment was at the time.

Having mastered the secrets of it all, what mistakes could he possibly make?

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the person in charge rushed in. Realizing that he was still live-streaming, he held up a sign that read "Apologize immediately" and forced him to respond.

Li Xiren was stunned; he had no idea what had happened.