T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The candlelight was very kind; at the end of the gathering, it gave Jiang Heyi a small hint.

The key to making the guild stronghold gameplay less painful lies in the collectibles.

In short, this is enough to explain the boundary between reality and illusion.

The giant snail shell used to enshrine the guild statue is one of the collectibles, and obtaining it greatly increases the daily shelter time limit.

There are many similar collectibles, and their effects vary depending on how easy or difficult they are to obtain.

As soon as Jiang Heyi logged on, he learned from Suanmiao that the werewolves had arrived.

The werewolf merchant Bakken, who had been thoroughly ripped off, was no longer resentful; all he could think about was "as long as payment is made on time."

This reaction made the prison guard sigh.

"Those debt collectors are really bastards."

Orange Tea whispered a reminder: "Don't say it in front of others, the werewolf is already feeling bad."

"Oh oh oh."

The jailer readily agreed and nodded repeatedly.

Although Jiang Heyi's pit is a rip-off, he's not so bad as to be a deadbeat. He paid off all the winnings from the ore he mined today, including the prize money.

This truly shocked Bakken.

"I thought……"

Realizing he had let something slip, Bakken immediately fell silent.

"Did you think I was planning to resort to some underhanded tactics?" Jiang Heyi said. "Our guild isn't that despicable."

After the first installment payment was completed, Baken's sullen face immediately relaxed.

Jiang Heyi's requests, which followed suit, all sounded more pleasant.

"We will try our best to help find pack animals, but as for items with strange effects such as giant snail shells or the severed arm of an unnamed ratman, we are afraid we are willing but unable to do so."

The will is willing, but the ability is insufficient?

Jiang Heyi took out a glass bottle and shook it.

Like a domesticated dog, Bakken sniffed intensely, its green eyes reflecting the light of the contents of the bottle, its gaze immediately fixed on it.

French Fries was skeptical, but Jiang Heyi said that if he gave them a bottle of Star Sand, Bakken would wag its tail in a frenzy.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the hardest currency in the game.

"The item we urgently need is just one bottle of Star Sand," Jiang Heyi said with a smile. "Could you help us notify the other wandering merchants to increase their ore production quota by three days?"

"So, are you still feeling like you have the will but not the strength?"

What a miracle!

The embarrassment on Bakken's face vanished instantly.

He replied solemnly, "Werewolves have always been physically excellent, and finding people and directions is a piece of cake for them. Please leave it to us!"

Bakken decided to retract his grudge against the Heart of the Reed Fairy.

It turns out that the man at the boundary between the virtual and the real world just suffered an unexpected setback, resulting in a decrease in production capacity. At heart, he is still a kind-hearted businessman!

After Bakken left, Fries reminded him.

"There are only 4 bottles of Star Sand left."

It's not that we can't stop spending money on flowers.

A blade of grass was plucked from somewhere in the quilt and waved around Zhong Zemo's face like a cat toy.

She teased him as she asked, "The battle between worlds is about to begin. What unknowns are needed for the new map? Should we stock up on resources and wait it out?"

Jiang Heyi shook his head: "Guild strongholds are crucial. As long as the duel doesn't prohibit players from using guild privileges, the stable resource output is enough for us to take the lead in the initial stage."

"Not only can we not wait, we must also speed up the process during the gap in the process of pulling the candle flame in sequence ②."

"Even when the battle begins, we must fight on two fronts until we perfect the functions of our strongholds and make them impregnable."

The jailer patted his hands, which were covered in oil from eating barbecue.

"Alright, the Four Primarchs won't be online for a while yet. I'll go take a look around and ask someone I know to keep an eye out for guild-related collectibles."

Even though it was in a game, Orange Tea couldn't help but feel upset seeing him casually wipe oil stains on his equipment, so she summoned two water spirits to quickly wash his hands.

I put the cat toy out of bed and started eating fries with it.

Zhong Zemo's culinary skills are always amazing; his roast suckling pig is crispy and delicious.

Take a bite of the dark red skin, and the juices burst in your mouth, the warm liquid sliding down your throat.

The rich aroma of the sauce hits you right in the head, making your taste buds leap with joy.

The meat is tender and has a hint of salt, making it delicious even on its own. If you add some barbecue sauce, honey, or mustard, the flavor will be even richer.

If I had known, I should have let Zhong Zemo show off his skills when we were serving candles.

"I feel that the effect of cooking is not as obvious as it was when the game first launched. Now, cooking is just to satisfy my appetite," said the user in bed.

"After all, it's not a numbers game; from the very beginning, they aimed to recreate reality."

Jiang Heyi smacked his lips as a suckling pig, fresh from the oven, slapped him in the mouth – it was so hot!

But it smells good.

Orange Tea said, "Adding a few numerical elements is already a compromise to the players' experience, right?"

The blanket gave her a thumbs up.

"Our tea master is getting more and more knowledgeable about games."

"Hey, hey, don't eat the peel, give it to the mint."

"Let Kesha and the others try some too."

Jiang Heyi took a plate, picked out some food, and instructed the puppets to deliver it to several resident NPCs of the guild.

“It’s time to change our tune,” Zhong Zemo said. “They’re not permanent NPCs; they’re friends from another world.”

As he spoke, Zhong Zemo began baking the next batch, deciding to treat everyone in the guild to a good meal.

They only got a small plate of crispy insects, and then they rushed to the scene at lightning speed.

"Fairies have a stronger appetite than we imagined, hahahahahaha."

Everyone made a bet on who would be the first to arrive after receiving the news. Eleravie, Ksha, Mint, and King Slime all mentioned it, but Bug Mist, who wasn't named, was the fastest.

Stared at by the drooling little insect mist, Orange Tea couldn't eat anymore and fed her the last piece of crispy skin on the plate.

"No wonder you were named Insect Fog; you're not only a bookworm who steals words, but also a glutton," the mother teased in bed.

Chongwu hugged the crispy snack that was as big as herself and ate it in big bites, too lazy to even say a word.

"You've never admitted you're a guild creation, but once you eat this crispy piece, you're one of us, understand?"

The insect raised its head, making crunching noises.

"no!"

He stated firmly, "At least... two more pieces."

Three crispy pieces of bread were all it took to transfer my household registration from the Pure Ones to the boundary between the Real and the Virtual. What a bargain!

“I bet the second one to arrive will be Kesha. She came in with her eyes fixed on the potatoes, and her tail was wagging like a dog’s.” Zhong Zemo teased as he checked the quality of the suckling pig. “Because you personally told her to give it to her, Kesha must have been able to imagine all sorts of strange scenes.”

My guess was wrong again.

The four original entities are online. I don't know why everyone is gathering here to eat, but sitting down is definitely the right thing to do.

Everyone burst into laughter, leaving the Tetraprime completely bewildered.

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling. My guesses always contradict reality, and it's kind of funny."

"That's just how plans never go as expected. Like how we initially just wanted to play games in our dreams."

Even the jailer got back earlier than Kesha.

Anna only needs to give the answer at the end of her life, the starting point for whether or not she should become a hero.

The Three Domes Land was a battlefield they would soon set foot on.

A grand feast was held at the boundary between the virtual and the real worlds, and everyone was present.

The puppets smiled as they distributed the blessings from "the Lord".

The repeated calls of "Master" inevitably reminded everyone on the boundary between reality and illusion of the candlelight and the ruler behind her.

My lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

Knowing the background story, the more you hear the master's voice, the more excited you get!

The Slime King, who only absorbs magic, also arrived, and she toured the various delicacies laid out on the long table with great interest.

Despite being a last-minute decision and an impromptu banquet, Jiang Heyi and Zhong Zemo both pitched in, and the table was still packed full.

"The sages' meal after the sacrificial ceremony was even more sumptuous than during the time of the Clarity."

She took a small sip of the mushroom soup, and the more she drank, the more she wanted to drink. In fact, she hugged the soup pot and gulped it all down.

"Hmm, it tastes much better than the black cat and the filtering magic."

Lifting the lid of a dish reveals honey-glazed lamb chops, made with black goats selected and bred by the local breeders.

King Slime frowned.

She reached out and picked up the insect mist.

The insect had a corner of a meat chop in its mouth, its mouth bulging, and it covered its mouth with its hands, as if afraid it would fall out.

She used all of the fairy's strange talents to steal food and play pranks on people.

There was some noise around the campfire, and the jailer had traded some brewed mead with a crafting player.

He thought he could let people in the guild who needed it take it themselves, but he ended up being laughed at by Jiang Heyi.

"Mead, has Your Excellency Skeleton King changed your tune since you can't get honey water? It suits your name quite well."

"What Eastern Han Dynasty Hakimi?"

If we don't bring this up, everyone will almost forget the pun on the prison guard's real name.

Most people don't need alcohol, but Elaine is an exception; she accepts anything that comes with food and drink.

She was slightly surprised by the unusual phenomenon of Kesha using her tail to tie Jiang Heyi up tightly, and looked at her own thick tail.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "The people in this guild are really strange; they even like being tied up by their tails?"

She took a big gulp of mead with a water ladle, and her longan eyes immediately narrowed into slits, and her tongue stuck out.

She paused, smacked her lips, nodded slightly, and drank another large ladleful.

I casually grabbed a roast suckling pig from the oven that wasn't quite at its best for eating yet.

With one mouth, the pig's nose disappears.

Elaeva's hearty eating manners completely controlled everyone present.

"Mmm, delicious, human... Oh, what's your name again? Fly Up, Squid Bro? Why do you have so many names? Never mind, I'll just call you Squid."

"That's the real reason for becoming humanoid."

"What's so good about dragons? They're a bastard race, with enormous bodies, dull sense of taste, and little emotion."

"My parents didn't want me; they kicked me out as soon as I was born."

"It's still more fun to shrink."

As she spoke, Eleravia took another big gulp of mead, her face flushed.

"Tina is so much better... Tina is so wonderful..."

French Fries asked in a low voice, "Mint, can Dragon's alcohol be trusted?"

Mint shook her head repeatedly: "Don't ask me, after all, there are no written records of dragons being drunk."

The novel's title has been changed.