T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

His forced composure was shattered by the jeers, and he tripped and nearly fell flat on his face.

His disheveled appearance immediately drew a burst of extremely joyful laughter, mixed with insults that were difficult to approve.

Players who were already disgusted by their shameless behavior both online and offline are finally relieved – a big shot has finally come along to teach these crazy bastards who are polluting the environment a lesson.

Playing games in your sleep and bringing your real-life anxieties and negativity into the game highlights your constant stress. It's an insult to those players who have been waiting anxiously and can only satisfy their cravings with snippets of gameplay footage.

Thinking of their friends who are still waiting anxiously for the second draw, the players who felt the same way couldn't help but cheer.

"Those orphans who rule the Dream Realm deserve a beating."

"Supporting the boundary between the virtual and the real world is a blatant act of hypocrisy."

"Potatoes grow strong, potatoes grow to insult and become powerful, just like those scum who rule the dream world!"

"I'll take a magic stone!"

"I am just a little fish."

"I'm giving you a piece of black iron ore, it's not worth much, but it's a token of my appreciation. I hope you'll continue to be so sycophantic in the future!"

Things suddenly took a strange turn.

Jiang Heyi's original intention was to take advantage of the information gap to sell the materials he brought at a higher premium, but because he disliked the Dream Master and spoke out for justice, he immediately became the one being fed.

Players from various world chat rooms gave gifts, though most were short of money and the gifts were mostly the lowest-grade white ones, but the sheer volume was overwhelming.

In just one minute, Jiang Heyi's backpack was bursting at the seams and couldn't hold any more.

There were even more than a dozen purple materials among them.

"Thank you, thank you so much for your support. As I said, there are very few people on the border between the virtual and real worlds, so it's very, very poor. Therefore... I'll just accept it without hesitation."

"Of course, I won't take it for free," Jiang Heyi announced. "Tomorrow I will release some useful tips on how to deal with monsters in the Cleansing Layer. I hope everyone can benefit from them."

With the example of the Dream Master, a humanoid creature who seeks existence in the virtual world when reality is unsatisfactory, Jiang Heyi's words immediately shone with holy light.

Jiang Heyi teleported back to the guild, but the players in the Pilgrims' Square had not yet dispersed.

While lamenting that the gap between people is greater than that between people and dogs, they exchanged information about the Temple of the Clarity.

In the corner, several players who had arrived after the Night Lord had been verbally abused and left in a huff looked in the direction Jiang Heyi had left, each with a thoughtful expression.

The members of the guild 【You and Me Under the Funny Tree】 are discussing it animatedly.

[A Dream of Yellow Millet]: "That chairman is a very capable person."

[My sword is not without its advantages]: "If we only consider PVE, that's true."

【A Fleeting Dream】: "We've challenged the underground temple twice already, and our best result so far is only managing to parry the monster once, barely making it visible for a second. And even I have to admit that there was an element of luck involved."

"But at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, their equipment is worse than ours, and they have fewer people than us. They have already advanced to the next four levels."

"Their personal skills, their ability to respond quickly after gathering information, their pre-war preparations—they must have done everything to the best of their ability... It's terrifying to even think about it."

[My sword is not without its disadvantages]: "Maybe they were just lucky. I always feel that there must be a huge element of luck in their ability to conquer all four levels. How much useful information can a normal person get from a battle? Surely it's not like five people at the boundary between reality and illusion can open up?"

[Jiangdong Iron Wall]: "Your words and your name don't exactly reflect your later intelligence; they're more like a complete tribute."

[My sword has never been ineffective]: "What do you mean?"

[Jiangdong Iron Wall]: "I agree with Sister Meng. The boundary between the real and the virtual is just a bunch of talented monsters gathered together. You should honestly admit the strength of the other side."

[My sword is not without its weaknesses]: "Alright, alright, mine, mine. But it seems there's nothing to worry about. Being strong in PVE doesn't mean being strong in PVP. Maybe I'll just become one of the crowd in guild wars?"

[Jiangdong Iron Wall]: "Wow, you've just given someone a loan and they're completely ordinary. Is Yuan Benchu ​​himself back in action?"

[My sword has never been at a disadvantage]: "Try mentioning that nickname again!"

"Also, they only have 5 people, which is two short of the 7-person guild requirement."

"Didn't you hear them say that you need to find people who fit the atmosphere of your small circle? They're so self-absorbed, it's not that easy to find them. Don't worry unnecessarily."

"In the end, they'll just find two random people to make up the numbers. Even if, as you say, all five of them are incredibly talented, how can they possibly turn the tide by dragging along two burdens?"

Not everyone is obsessed with the temple. After the news of the guild war spread, guilds in the game that focus on PVP began practicing intensively.

As they challenged each other more often, a circle formed, and they could roughly tell who was stronger and who was weaker.

Aside from those guilds that don't make much noise, the PVP community's attention has unanimously fallen on the guild with only 5 members, Virtual Boundary.

The reason is simple: like the guild 【Funny Tree】, which boasts an 8% win rate in both one-on-one and group battles in PVP, they simply can't fathom the boundaries between reality and illusion.

The claim that someone is good at PvE but not necessarily good at PvP is often just a fig leaf for the weak.

Truly skilled players are those who can apply what they've learned to other situations and grasp concepts instantly.

"If we participate, please don't let us run into... an unlucky guy as a test run."

Even before the guild war began, the atmosphere became tense.

Jiang Heyi was unaware of the enigmatic image of the boundary between reality and illusion in the PVP community. He had just returned with a backpack full of materials when Zhong Zemo suspected him of robbing the Fengjia City general store.

After explaining her actions, Plain Fries gently rubbed her lips with her fingers—an unconscious gesture as she pondered.

"It looks like our account is about to reach new heights in popularity," she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was clearly a good thing, but I couldn't detect any joy in her tone. What a unique response...

The jailer snapped his fingers: "Maybe by then, my income will be enough to take you guys on a food tour of Guangzhou."

"Too bland."

The plain fries' one sentence triggered the prison guard's talkative nature.

"Wow, you really need to know how to eat! Fresh ingredients should definitely bring out their natural flavor to taste good. Chicken should taste like chicken, duck should taste like duck. Those big, free-range chickens that were running around on the hillside just ten minutes ago, slaughtered and eaten fresh, tsk tsk, the meat quality... Good ingredients are expensive. Oh, let me tell you about that duck..."

Even the most indifferent person, like plain fries, has their moments of weakness, and social terrorist Jailer Bro is one of them.

She quickly looked to Jiang Heyi for help: "Turn off the chatterbox switch."

Jiang Heyi handed over all the goods in his backpack to the prison guard.

"what?"

“Go out and trade. Aren’t you good at talking? Exchange the materials for forging weapons back,” Jiang Heyi added. “If possible, take two sets.”

The jailer brandished his guns, beaming smugly: "A piece of cake..."

He realized what he meant: "Two portions? Where are we going to get a second portion of the Heart of Elements?"

“Yes, I do.” Jiang Heyi grinned. “Have you forgotten the two sets of universal [universal forging fragments] that Orange Tea found for us?”

Sorry, but the guild has some lucky players who can do whatever they want.

When there's an update suddenly appearing when you think there haven't been any, that's also a kind of delay.

Chapter 38 Have We Become the Code to Traffic?

The massive amount of materials fed to Jiang Heyi became nourishment for upgrading the guild.

Upgrade the guild from level 1 to level 3.

The closely connected potion laboratory and artisan workshop were divided into two symmetrical halves of the guild.

The cramped interior space instantly felt spacious, and the decor was completely transformed, no longer carrying the smell of rotten and moldy wood.

The dolls finally have their own resting compartments, complete with comfortable wooden beds, soft quilts, and blankets.

The previously harsh working environment, where one could only fall asleep immediately and be accompanied by tools, has been effectively improved.

The guild hall, which had been criticized by the shameful witch, was now illuminated. Lighting crystals, which were previously only seen in underground temples, covered the walls, filling the room with a relaxing warm light.

Jiang Heyi invested heavily in the artisan workshop, upgrading its equipment and using his last expenditure to slightly improve the doll forging technique.

The guild's furnishings were still dilapidated, which was out of place with the guild's brand-new theme. However, the pleasant feeling of getting immediate feedback from the hard work made everyone feel genuinely comfortable.

Near the end of this round of the game, the jailer, whose lips were practically curled into a wide smile, returned.

With such smugness, anyone could guess that he's reaped considerable rewards.

He bought all the necessary elemental essences and raw ores. Although the quality varied, considering the limited budget, he managed to get everything done in just half a day. His eloquence was truly remarkable.

Just as the materials were being handed over to the nun doll, garlic sprouts floated over.

"We don't have much experience in forging yet, and the finished product may not be satisfactory. Even so, will you still choose to forge it, Master?"

Jiang Heyi was, of course, mentally prepared.

Even the lowest-quality weapons forged with the lowest forging skill are still red-quality sets, far better than the junk they possess.

The jailer bought a new silver-white outfit for his nun doll and changed it in front of everyone with a single click.

"We've worked hard to forge this, and the quality is excellent. I'll get you a few more new sets."

Using this method to motivate AI-generated puppets... well, you could say it's no wonder he's doing this.

Jiang Heyi, who had entered a light sleep mode, slowly woke up.

His lifestyle was not healthy; like most college students, he was still excited at 1 a.m. and partying at 2 a.m.

On days when there are no classes, it's common for the entire dorm to play games together until dawn.

This situation didn't change after graduation. During the job search lull, feeling the impending entry into the workforce, the urge to go on a revenge trip was hard to suppress, and staying up late became a regular occurrence.

Until the Proof of the Stars appeared.

I go to bed promptly at 11:30, start playing the game at 12:00 after falling asleep, and finish playing the game at 6:00 in the morning. After a period of light sleep, I slowly wake up around 7:00.

With a regular and healthy lifestyle, it's no wonder that some people in the community describe StarCraft as a health-preserving game.

"Are you going to look for a job again today?" Zhong Zemo asked at breakfast.

"No, I've already visited all the companies I wanted to apply to. I'll wait for a reply in the next few days."

Jiang Heyi was also uncertain about her future.

The only thing that could give him some confidence was this house located in the old town of Chengning City, with well-established surrounding amenities.

He once created a self-portrait, which can be summarized as ordinary and unremarkable.

Like most people in this world, he has no particularly outstanding qualities, nor any major flaws.

Like a drop of water, once it falls into a river, lake, or sea, it can never be found again.

The doorbell rang, and Jiang Heyi looked over in confusion.

Zhong Zemo took a bite of the scallion pancake, then, as if remembering something, stood up nervously.

"Are you exposed?"

This time, it was Zhong Zemo's turn to be uncertain.

Since filing for divorce and resolutely separating, Zhong Zemo has handed over all the procedures to the lawyer called by the prison guard.

Du Jingwen did go to school these past two days, but due to current security restrictions, her antics were prevented from entering the school.

Zhong Zemo was very popular at school. He was a veteran anime fan and a surfing expert. He knew all the students' hobbies and could find common ground with them.

His superiors and colleagues were also very sympathetic to his plight when they heard about it.

Therefore, this incident did not affect his work at all.

He wasn't afraid of Du Jingwen; he had said that once the divorce was finalized, there would be no further entanglement. However, there was still some time before the divorce proceedings were completed, and if she found out that he was living with Jiang Heyi, who knew what kind of trouble she would cause.

Jiang Heyi nonchalantly picked up the scallion pancake from the plate, eating it while peeking out through the peephole.

"Is it her?" Zhong Zemo asked hurriedly.

Jiang Heyi sighed, chewed a couple more times, and opened the door.

A man stood outside the door, around 40 years old. He didn't have the listlessness of a middle-aged man; his eyes were bright, and he was dressed smartly.

Wearing a sharp double-breasted suit and carrying a gift bag in each hand, he paused when he saw Jiang Heyi about to say something, but then his eyes caught sight of the items on the shoe cabinet.

Jiang Heyi turned to the side, revealing Zhong Zemo walking over.

He explained, "My friend, Zhong Zemo, is staying here temporarily because he's having some family problems."

Fearing any misunderstanding, Jiang Heyi added, "Teachers from Chengning No. 6 Middle School, key teachers."

Upon hearing this, a warm smile, typical of an elder, appeared on the man's face: "Hello, Teacher Zhong. I've come to see He Yi. Would you mind if I spoke with him alone for a moment?"

The conversation lasted for about half an hour. The man left the bedroom, leaving behind both gift bags.

"Come find me anytime you've made up your mind," he said as he left.