T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

After walking only a few steps, the map that had appeared in everyone's minds began to flicker and dim.

The voice of the flesh-and-blood tree faintly emerged from the heart.

"The next features require further payment to use."

"Please pay."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"&@#！#@！！*（）！"

Jiang Heyi sighed: "Is it okay to understand that the fees aren't collected all at once, but rather you're gradually cultivating the habit of paying?"

"I feel like the other interpretations are also spot on. Anyway, we've tasted enough of the disgusting stuff, and they all fit together," Fries sighed.

The woman in bed said succinctly: "Is it fun? You're acting like an idiot!"

The candlelight on the other side of the screen was laughing heartily.

This was the first time in Chen Shaoyu's memory that the reserved candlelight had smiled so brightly.

She explained, "My creator, when playing the level where the Dominator was sent down, also said the same thing with a dark face."

"Indeed, even though we were born and raised in different environments, our emotions are still the same."

Many thanks to the great ruler who, despite playing so many terrible games, did not include any elements of terrible games in the regular gameplay of Proof of the Stars.

The only downside is that forging high-rarity weapons can fail and destroy materials, but this is probably based on actual gameplay mechanics, so there's not much to complain about.

Jiang Heyi doesn't plan to renew the subscription for now. He'll check if there's any fighting in the current area first, then leave before resuming, which will save him some money.

This meticulous planning is like stepping back into my college days, when I used all sorts of apps and played all kinds of games.

The agricultural and pastoral area is much larger than the previous two areas. The cultivated fields stretch as far as the eye can see. Although it is barren, Jiang Heyi can imagine the scene of gentle breezes and rolling wheat waves during the harvest season.

In the grazing area, the quilt was found again.

There are not only livestock that have not been killed, but also a cellar door that cannot be opened.

What do you mean by "cannot be opened"?

Jiang Heyi, who came upon hearing the news, was puzzled. He took matters into his own hands and found that the cellar door seemed to be cast into the ground, and no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge.

It took a little effort.

He took a deep breath, and the money restored his connection with the flesh tree.

"Are you there?"

"Oh, you're in front of that door." The flesh-and-blood tree saw the scene through the heart. "This door can't be opened from this side. Please look for a shortcut nearby."

Jiang Heyi covered her forehead.

Damn it, isn't this the shortcut I'm taking?

Taking the long way is my shortcut?

That really got us fired up!

Chapter 312 The jailer is still trying his best

Upon entering the cellar, Jiang Heyi casually fanned away the dust that glittered in the light.

The cellar was deep, and the stench of fish and mold was overwhelming.

Orange Tea's coughing was interrupted by the jailer's sudden scream, turning into a pigeon-like coo. Unable to catch her breath, she coughed even more violently.

"What are you yelling about?" Zhong Zemo touched his heart. "If this weren't a game, you'd scare me to death sooner or later."

The jailer clapped his hands, and a ball of light transformed into a small sun and rose up.

Rows of cabinets and boxes were neatly arranged.

Wood, gray iron, crystal—the materials vary.

"Treasure chest!"

This time it was the bed that was calling.

"Great! After suffering so much, I can finally eat something good."

Pushing open the large wooden treasure chest, he eagerly bent down to look inside.

"Ugh?"

The blankets froze as the person remained bent over, peering over to check.

She slowly took out the sphere of light from the bottom of the box, and after touching it, a piece of white material fell to the ground.

"..."

"..."

The huge box contained only one reward, and it was even the lowest-tier white reward in the game.

The sounds of rummaging through boxes rose and fell, but Fries didn't participate; he just crossed his arms and sighed.

He kicked over the treasure chest in bed: "What a beast! It's all white or green, and the crystal chest only has one purple one. I just came out of Windjammer City and I didn't even get this poor from fighting tough monsters!"

Zhong Zemo chimed in, "Not to mention that you can't even come in through the front door; you have to find the side door. It's a complete waste of time and brings no surprises whatsoever."

The jailer chuckled dryly: "They lure players in with loot, but then stuff a bunch of basically useless items into the loot to play dumb. It's so reminiscent of something I've never seen before."

Everyone couldn't help but wonder.

Could things get any more disgusting?

"Oh!"

The sudden explosion startled everyone.

Rushing to the corner of the cellar, I found Orange Tea, covered in dust, rummaging through the trunk alone, healing her wounds.

"I was trying to put the materials away when the box suddenly exploded."

Why are all my equipment suddenly running out of durability?

The orange tea was really upset.

Dust settled on his head.

Everyone who was about to say a few words in support of the Tea Master fell silent, looked up, and listened intently.

"Dong~~"

"Boom!"

The dull footsteps sounded like the harsh scraping of dry tree branches against the ground.

The dust was falling and the noise was getting louder; the giant object was getting closer and closer.

Concealing its aura and returning to the ground, without needing to search, at the far end of its field of vision, a giant white-boned dragon with eyes burning with black flames moved forward, shaking the earth.

The jailer's eyes widened: "Holy crap, it's even bigger than Elena's real body!"

If Eleravie is a hill, then the bone dragon before us is a mountain range.

The massive skeleton reflected a ghastly phosphorescent light. Every time it moved a certain distance, it would stop and roar to the sky.

Amidst the spatial ripples created by the rolling sound waves, the boundary between reality and illusion revealed a blurry dragon spirit bound within a skeleton.

"What are those white spots on its back?" Orange Tea wondered.

Upon closer inspection, it resembled large water ants swirling around a light source and puddles before a rain, with tiny particles of light, the size of a fingernail, orbiting behind the skeletal dragon's body, repeatedly performing simple harmonic motion.

Further away, enormous dots of light clustered together, like fireflies on a summer night, emitting a faint, eerie blue glow.

Having learned from the precedent of the flesh and blood tree, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds did not launch an attack first.

They approached cautiously, and the bone dragon had clearly also noticed the boundary between reality and illusion. The two black flames that served as its eyes left their empty eye sockets and floated into the air, casting a black and white ink-like halo.

"us……"

Before the opening gestures were even finished, a dragon roar, deafeningly loud, erupted.

The thunderous sound, so close at hand, blasted into their ears, making everyone dizzy.

The skeletal dragon struggled against its skeleton, devoid of flesh and membranes, and spiraled upwards into the sky.

"Prepare for battle!"

The bone wings crossed and embraced each other, forming a tightly interlocking white bone shield that protected the front of the body.

The bone dragon spun into a ball, the gloomy moon hung high, its eerie blue light illuminating the earth, and a biting chill swept over everything.

The jailer felt itchy all over, and a strong urge to cast a spell surged within him.

He couldn't help but stare at the orbs of light that the bone dragon had abandoned and were still in simple harmonic motion.

As if it were an observer effect, the moment they were seen, they collapsed one after another into blurry human-shaped outlines.

Within seconds, the incomplete and tattered details of the spirit were restored.

They maintained the miserable state of being on the verge of death, the ugly state of their last moments before dying.

Someone was disemboweled, their intestines spilling out and pooling on the ground.

It kept moving, constantly trying to push the intestines back into the abdominal cavity.

Some people's heads had clear gnawing marks, with half of their skulls dangling. They groped around with their hands, and the moment they touched it, they screamed incessantly.

Some people had their abdominal cavity emptied out, leaving it completely bare.

Searching aimlessly with its hands, sluggish, howling in fear.

The shouts rose and fell, each one piercing and scratching at the heart of everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion.

After death, their spirits were immediately stripped away, and their consciousness was frozen.

The moment the bone dragon was freed from its restraints, it clearly recognized the fact of death and recalled the chaotic dance of spirits that accompanied its death.

The cold moon shone on the earth, its eerie light flickering at an unsettling rate.

The frenzied spirits, which were about to attack each other, suddenly turned their heads, their pale and empty eyes locking onto the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Guard, hold on!"

"Oh, oh... ah?"

The jailer turned around sharply and found that apart from Zhong Zemo, who was on his side, everyone else had retreated.

"What do you mean, brother?"

“That’s right, we’re brothers.” Jiang Heyi nodded vigorously. “I believe you can handle it.”

"No, I mean, what do you mean, brother?"

French Fries stared intently at the cold moon, the avatar of the bone dragon in the sky: "Did the Temple of the Clarity go to waste?"

"Think of the grandeur of the ninth floor. Only by defeating Freya can we stop the endless monster spawning in the ever-changing Doll's Nest."

He applied a light enchantment to the dagger in the blanket and licked his lips: "The bone dragon can manipulate spirits; it's a necromancer. You're a necromancer too."

"You're always made to play support, coordinate, and be a foil. Are you worse than him?"

Orange Tea clenched her fist tightly: "Go for it, you're the strongest."

As she spoke, she distributed the blessing to Jiang Heyi, the fries, the four original bodies, and the quilt.

"Hey, hey, hey, you keep saying I'm the strongest, but why won't you even let me have a sip of soup?" The jailer was shocked again. "Tea Master, aren't you lying?"

"Because you are the strongest, team resources can be prioritized for those who are weaker. With great power comes great responsibility."

Why could the Tea Master speak such words so fluently?

Who taught it?

After a moment of stunned silence, the jailer felt as if he had swallowed a bitter pill.

"Oh, it's me..."

There was no time for idle thoughts; the army of spirits had already arrived before them.

The jailer used the necromancer's innate skill to summon... a spirit.

"Come on, let's hold on together."