T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The four Primal Bodies, unsuspecting, sent out the weakest fire spells one by one, igniting everyone's armor. It looked like a blazing inferno, but in reality, it caused very little damage.

The black dragon swooped down, spewing black mist from its mouth.

The billowing fog swallowed all the light, and wherever it went, the bone-chilling cold seeped into the marrow.

After several rounds of sweeping black mist attacks, the black dragon roared and transformed into a reaper wielding a scythe, its sharp scythe capable of cleaving the platform in two before suddenly slashing down.

Players watched the show with amusement, feeling that they were simply immune to the mechanics and part of the performance.

The combat-experienced Virtual Reality Boundary reacted accordingly.

All of the previous moves were feints; this is the real killing blow!

"It's just a sickle, stop it!"

Zhong Zemo raised the shield high above his head.

The crisp "clang" sound is certainly delightful, but... there's no feedback from the bounce.

"I feel like I'm being sucked by the scythe!"

Is Xi Lu taking advantage of Zhong Zemo's tendency to want to fire any weapon he sees?

The players outside the arena were even more anxious than those on the boundary between reality and illusion, shouting for attention to Xi Lu's movements, but they couldn't hear them.

Jiang Heyi noticed something amiss out of the corner of her eye.

Within Xi Lu's palm, the dark sphere of light trembled violently, resembling a black hole.

Oh no, the mechanisms are all interconnected.

Someone is chosen to receive the sickle, and the rest of the people need to immediately stop Yuru from launching an attack and protect the person who was chosen.

She said with a mischievous grin, "Sleep well, brave challengers."

The guess was slightly off; it wasn't aimed at Zhong Zemo, but at someone who hadn't been named!

Six black holes were released instantaneously, at lightning speed, giving people almost no time to react.

The blanket became the only survivor, and she fled at full speed.

Everyone else who got hit by the black hole fell asleep immediately, but she dragged the black hole around the whole place.

"There's a kind of beauty in being tailed by a missile, choosing not to parachute but instead maneuvering to escape," commented a player.

Even shadow traps are useless; a black hole can actually slip into a shadow to hunt you down.

Yuu-dew's magic level is too high!

The blankets just wouldn't give in.

"Hehe, hehe, I must live!" she laughed as she ran.

The overly cheerful laughter even made the enamel cup burst into laughter.

Even Yulu couldn't help but chuckle.

Despite her laughter, the deep, dark orbs of light in her hands swelled even more, quickly exceeding her size and continuing to grow.

The black "sun" slowly rose, and no one could ignore its existence.

As if teasing, Xi Lu turned to the blanket and said, "You won, but what about your teammates?"

The blankets, with their super-high-speed, continuous right-angle turns that even water droplets would marvel at, temporarily escaped the black hole.

Watching the black hole being shaken away, she shouted excitedly, "Are you still going to chase me? Are you still going to chase me?! Where's that bull-like energy you had when you were chasing me?!"

An endless darkness pressed down.

She looked up and saw the black sun slowly setting; sweat was already beading on her forehead.

Zhong Zemo, still stuck to the sickle where he landed and unable to break free, was filled with despair.

"Bed, save me!" he cried, his voice cracking.

Feeling the platform trembling, I decided not to run away from the blankets.

She actually plunged headlong into the center of the black sun that was about to strike, unleashing a series of attacks that broke through stealth, and with great difficulty shattered the scythe.

"You actually saved me."

Zhong Zemo found it hard to believe.

"Since I've already sent it, and... you said you'd save it, how could I not come?"

He shrugged in bed, raised his head to watch the black sun fall, and smiled in the face of death.

The sun made close contact with the platform, and the seemingly solid platform vanished into thin air, losing its foothold. The boundary between reality and illusion was immediately determined to be annihilated.

As Yuru said, it was all just a little game called a friendly spar.

The moment the platform shattered, their consciousness returned to the 12th floor of the Temple of the Clarity.

Seeing that everyone seemed tired, Xilu waved her hand considerately, and divine power matching the pure white wings on her back flowed into everyone's body.

“Isn’t it interesting?” she laughed.

Recalling what had just happened, Xilu had a lot of fun. Although she was tortured at the boundary between reality and illusion, she didn't feel frustrated or disgusted. On the contrary, she felt a sense of pleasure from gaining knowledge.

"You are welcome to visit anytime, and I look forward to receiving a small prize from you."

The boundary between reality and illusion is staring at each other.

The brief encounter left everyone feeling uneasy.

Yuu-dō was completely at ease throughout, unleashing massive mechanics at the level of Origin Elements with a mere wave of her hand; anyone who couldn't handle it would instantly die.

Is the final reward really just a small prize?

It couldn't be some "piecemeal" item that a big shot like Xilu would find useless, but which is exceptionally powerful to the local natives, could it?

"It's better than the Origin Elements; at least Xilu will give us some pointers on how to deal with it," Jiang Heyi said.

She actually responded when Xilu made this comment.

"Guiding you forward is also a pleasure."

"Your progress is something I have been looking forward to."

So gentle.

Even the jailer guy, who claims every fictional character he sees as his wife, is dizzy with envy.

The enamel mug glanced at the chat window, and "My wife is so good" was flooding the screen.

Interspersed throughout were statements like, "Don't talk nonsense, she's clearly my wife."

If I remember correctly, not long ago they also said Elsa was their wife, and before that it was Freya.

Seeing that Chen Shaoyu was about to explain, the enamel mug smiled and waved its hand.

"I understand, I understand, they're young people."

"I recently learned a new saying: 'I'm very devoted, but my heart is broken into many pieces, and each piece has its own ideal person.'"

There's no need to learn these things...

Having witnessed Xi Lu's power and knowing that she would reside on the 12th floor of the temple and could be challenged at any time, Jiang Heyi decided to postpone the challenge for the time being.

He found Elsa resting to the side.

"Thank you."

Elsa expressed her gratitude directly.

Although the Temple of the Clarity dungeon started shortly after the server opened, and three months have passed since then, and half a year has passed in the game, for Elsa, who is in the dungeon, it has only been a few days.

Friends died tragically, elders perished, companions were reduced to ashes, and the millennia-old accumulation of the Temple of the Clarity was destroyed in an instant.

She was the only survivor.

The devastating blow left her dazed, but as a saint, she did not remain lost for long.

Outside the temple, there are still many Clarity Beings active on the continent of Devilland. The urgent task is to inform them and rebuild the legacy of the Clarity Beings.

"What about the temple?" Jiang Heyi brought up the topic.

Elsa seemed to have been prepared: "If the boundary between the virtual and real worlds is willing to take over, the resources produced during this period will belong to you."

She sighed, "The temple's collection and books have suffered enormous losses. Whether the temple, as a spiritual symbol, needs to be repaired or other plans need to be made needs to be discussed."

The moment Jiang Heyi agreed, the underground temple of the Clear Ones temporarily changed hands, and the 12-layer main magic array opened its arms to the boundary between reality and illusion.

As the plot progresses, the word "temporarily" will most likely be removed.

Elsa went to the 10th floor and packed up the vast majority of the books.

Jiang Heyi felt a little guilty, remembering his promise from a long time ago to show Mint the collection of books of the Clarity.

In response to the request from the boundary between the real and the virtual, Elsa gladly left behind a portion of the rubbings as a reward for the boundary between the real and the virtual, as well as for the genius witch she had never met.

"Is he really a genius?" she asked.

Everyone nodded vigorously at the boundary between the real and the virtual.

Elsa smiled wryly: "If only we could find the recipe for a potion that could bring the dead back to life someday."

Without lingering, she left the temple with the remaining artifacts.

The harsh reality forced her, as a saint, to pull herself together.

Before parting, Elsa handed a communication crystal to Jiang Heyi.

"If things turn out much worse than I think... I might come back. Until then, let's keep in touch."

It sounds like there's more to the story of the Clarity One.

The boundary between reality and illusion led them all the way until Elsa disappeared into the depths of the fog-shrouded forest outside the Temple of the Clarity.

Players gazed into the distance, still savoring the experience, as they followed the boundary between reality and illusion.

After a long while, someone finally realized what was happening.

"So, this is... a temporary conclusion?"

"It seems that the part of the storyline involving conquering the underground temple is indeed true."

"So, apart from not clearing the Yuu-dew Challenge, the boundary between the real and the virtual has been cleared for the first time, right?"

Other players either get stuck on floor 9 enjoying Freya's services both inside and outside the game, or struggle to reach floor 10 and suffer the torment of Gorcalon's invincible mechanics.

The boundary between virtual and real worlds has taken a strong lead, securing tomorrow's top trending topic in the community!

"This time we can really say that."

"We are the champions!"

Chapter 271 French Fries: Yes, it's a gift

The night's commotion has come to an end.

Following Chen Shaoyu, Enamel Cup entered the Temple of the Clarity. He paced silently before the once magnificent, now scarred and nearly collapsed hall.

While the players were still watching the game and enjoying the crazy and erotic quotes that kept popping up in the chat, his heart was also rising and falling with the young people.

The grand performance has come to an end, the theater is deserted, and a trace of sadness creeps onto the enamel mug's face. Looking at the evening dew in the distance, it feels even more melancholy.

"You are right, and I am right too."

"If we had to do it all over again, you and I would make the same choice."

"We all have no choice."

"Ugh……"

Chen Shaoyu then realized that Xi Lu's words seemed to have touched some deep memories in the enamel mug.

He stood silently before the crumbling hall, his eyes glazed over, lost in thought.

The emotion lingering around him wasn't depression, but rather a sense of reminiscence and remembrance.

Chen Shaoyu was getting anxious; he really wanted to log off.

The candlelight had been gone for three whole days, and the aura hidden in the pendant was gradually weakening, along with the unstable power it had been imbued with.

Fortunately, the enamel mug didn't linger for long. After leaving the game, he immediately checked the office.