T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Konia was neither an envoy of the Han Dynasty nor was he born in the Tang Dynasty.

As for Black Frost.

Unless they've lost their minds, they won't stab each other in the back while Silent Territory is rubbing shoulders with Decaying Leaf.

Otherwise, all the accusations against him would become indisputable facts, impossible to clear, and he would be branded as a traitor to the empire.

This is Jiang Heyi's purpose.

Transform into a water ghost and drag as many people as possible into the water!

Chapter 357 Sorry, but hehe!

After a series of actions, the tense atmosphere between the territories, filled with mutual accusations, suddenly subsided.

The friction between Fu Ye and the adventurers sent by Jiang Heyi was limited.

During the day, adventurers venture deep into the dense forest to hunt and seize control.

At night, the Leaf Sprites came out and, taking advantage of the absence of other players, declared their occupation and control of the disputed area.

When they met, they were so tense that they bared their teeth at each other like wild beasts.

"If you come any closer, you'll be in big trouble."

"Go against us, and you'll regret it."

After such a conversation, both parties usually go their separate ways.

Black Frost quieted down and stopped sending aggressive emails.

Snow water fried noodles with arms crossed over chest.

“The area where the incident occurred is beyond the reach of the Empire and is not a formal invasion. It is a minor skirmish, and it is not worthwhile to send the Empire’s own core forces to assist in the suppression.”

"Although I don't know why Black Frost is biting people like a mad dog, this mad dog still doesn't dare to ignore the laws of the empire. Openly betraying the territory belonging to the empire will be despised."

"As for the Rot Leaf, the fact that they reclaimed the scepter without condemning them is enough to show their attitude of appeasement. Since they are unwilling to have further conflict with the Empire, there is a lot of room for maneuver in the virtual and real borders."

"Compared to direct confrontation, making everyone bear the unacceptable costs of war and friction, using war to force fellow allies not to betray each other, and stopping the confrontation with the enemy in a roundabout way, this can also be considered a solution."

"so so."

The enamel mug knows its old friend well. It said, "I thought it would be 'not bad'."

Snow Water Fried Noodles said, "The strategy is too conservative. If it were me, I would have arranged the territory affairs and then led the whole team to launch a surprise attack on Black Frost."

"To continuously ambush and kill combat personnel who go out without revealing their identities."

"Since it's a game, you can also target civilians. At this crucial time of autumn harvest, you can poison water sources and set fire to fields."

"Under the cover of night, infiltrate Black Frost, commit massacres from house to house, increase the overall chaos in Black Frost, and disrupt stability and order."

"This forced the managers of Black Frost to prioritize production and shift their focus from external threats to maintaining internal order and stability."

"Of course, we can also use propaganda tactics, such as mutilating the body to some extent during the assassination and linking the slow pace of solving the case and the inability to catch the real culprit to the inside work, making everyone in the territory feel insecure."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The enamel mug shook its head: "I feel that you are already very good at playing games. If you were as young as them, you should be a sure thing in the top 100."

"They are still too inexperienced. In order to achieve dynamic equilibrium, they brought in decaying leaves. Originally, only one variable, black frost, was needed."

The enamel mug clicked its tongue: "Here we go again. Don't always belittle young people; they need encouragement."

"Besides, how can you be sure this operation won't go wrong?"

"What if you get caught while infiltrating? We can't risk using up one of our challenge attempts, can we?"

Xue Shui Fried Noodles didn't argue anymore, but he still felt that if he came in person, he could do the most work with the least cost.

That's how they operated back then; they're very experienced.

But he also admitted that he was too harsh on young people.

Whenever the enamel mug grumbled about his granddaughter, he had nothing to say, but some habits are hard to break.

Jiang Heyi was unaware that two powerful figures were giving them pointers on their actions. For more than ten days, everything in the territory remained normal.

As the friction escalated, everyone from the boundary between the real and the virtual donned armor and joined the adventurers in a brief confrontation with the Leaf Sprites.

This exemplary action greatly boosted the morale of the leaders.

Compared to the irresponsible behavior of lords with negative reputation, his willingness to personally go to the front lines for his territory is admirable and needs no further explanation.

After a conflict with the Leaf Village in his territory, the annoying noble Basque shut his chattering mouth and focused all his attention on fortifying his manor.

The Wilt family seemed to have guessed that the death of Judge Konya was suspicious, and they specially sent a large amount of gold coins.

A true gift, given without expecting anything in return.

In French fries terms, this is buying into Jiang Heyi's future potential.

The longer the friction with the decaying leaves lasts, the more secure the lord's position becomes, and the lower the probability that the next judge will be able to uncover the truth.

Within the territory are two neutral factions, one of which has completely sided with the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, constantly providing assistance and drastically reducing the game's difficulty.

After skipping more than ten days, Jiang Heyi stopped on the 58th day.

"It seems that the second playthrough went smoothly."

The jailer clapped his hands: "Does this mean we can pass?"

French Fries Calmly analyzed: "In our first playthrough, we still managed to get 3780 points despite the explosion."

"In the second playthrough, we were deeply loved by the people of our territory and launched many large-scale infrastructure projects, giving away money in the form of work relief."

"The members of the territory guard are dedicated to fighting organized crime and creating a safe environment that merchants and vendors praise highly. At the same time, their loyalty to us and to the territory is beyond question."

"Potato has also earned the title of 'saint,' the value of which is self-evident."

"We were always at the forefront when war was possible, and we were widely loved."

Zhong Zemo stroked his chin and nodded: "After reviewing it, I really can't think of any other areas that are below the passing grade. We can't just disqualify ourselves from the marks just because the major infrastructure projects we started haven't been completed yet, can we?"

After a discussion among several people, the only fault they could find was nitpicking.

For example, even Caen, who helped the most with his work, still couldn't get the slave he wanted.

He bought 100 gold coins, and after a few days the price dropped to 1 gold coin. But before he could even show them to the boundary between the virtual and real worlds at dawn, the person had vanished without a trace.

It's quite comical to see someone suffer twice by stepping into the same river from a player's perspective.

"Brother, brother!"

The jailer was in a hurry; he excitedly looked left and right around the room.

They wrote down all the key decisions made in the second playthrough and exchanged glances.

"Then let's get started."

Caen suddenly received a notification to lead the off-duty guards to gather at the castle for lunch the next day.

The guards had long been accustomed to their lord's generosity.

The groundbreaking practice of distributing bounties on a half-monthly basis alone surpasses that of all imperial lords.

With the generous bounty, the guards' execution efficiency skyrocketed.

Knight [All Mankind Takes Flight] muttered, "Don't go to the South District to 'release your pent-up frustration,' that's not a good idea."

Although the guards didn't know why this was said, they couldn't help but ponder it, thinking it might be the lord's intention.

Soon, some people raised their opinions.

"This is what the lord hopes we can do to help the somewhat impoverished northern district."

Wherever you go to vent your anger doesn't matter, the North City is the North City.

Broca of the Wilt family was also informed of the boundary between the real and virtual worlds; he was told that members of the Tomorrow family should not go out.

Having long admired the lord's skill and ability, they readily agreed.

Level 4, second playthrough, day 59.

With an enamel mug and snow water fried noodles, I'm ready to pop the champagne while binge-watching my favorite show.

Even the most demanding snow water fried noodles don't have many problems.

Jiang Heyi's compromise with the Wilt family blocked any possibility of speeding up the project. If mages of level 6 and above were allowed to participate, it would not be impossible to complete the project in two months.

"Hmm, these kids are really into their roles." Snow Water Fried Noodles nodded repeatedly, admiringly saying, "The cycle is about to end, and they still remember to treat characters they have a relationship with to a meal. How romantic! It's clearly just a string of data."

The enamel mug smiled and said, "I told you, they're a group of trustworthy young people. Did you eat the fruit I gave you last time?"

"You mean those oranges? They were quite sweet, what's wrong?"

"It seems I haven't mentioned it to you in detail. That's a product of their agricultural assistance efforts." The enamel mug emphasized, "The boundary between virtual and real doesn't take a commission. In the words of young people, this is called generating electricity with love."

"Using your million-follower reputation to do something thankless and easy to be criticized."

"Those who are successful should help others; it is what they should do."

That's what I was going to say about snow water fried noodles.

But when he thought about how few people could do that over the years, his facial features softened immediately.

A sweet and sour orange flavor rises in your mouth, like the ocean waves stirring your taste buds.

The brain is helping it recall the delicious taste of those high-quality fruits that traveled across half the country to reach its table.

"Hmm... why do these people just sleep after eating?" Xue Shui Chao Mian couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The enamel mug waved its hand: "They're guards with a huge workload, having to deal with all sorts of monsters and scoundrels on the streets. Many of them even stay up all night. It's nothing for them to faint after a couple of sips..."

"Strange?"

The enamel mug's voice grew softer and softer as it spoke.

In the castle garden, people who ate Zhong Zemo's special dishes collapsed on the table one by one, and some even plunged headfirst into the soup bowl.

This is clearly not because the soup is delicious and they intend to keep it all to themselves.

On the ground, guards lay piled on top of each other, spitting blood.

In the castle corridors, maids lay dead, lying in disarray.

The butler insisted on running out the door, shouting "Poisonous! Be careful!" to Jiang Heyi and the others, before his eyes widened in agony and he died on the spot.

Within minutes, not a single person remained alive in the entire castle.

The jailer couldn't help but squat down and close the eyes of this dedicated butler: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... but, hehe!"

"I really need kills, sorry."

The prison guard personally administered the poison, and all the kills were attributed to him.

219 kills.

“I have placed a gallows in the central square of my territory and announced that an important person will be hanged today.”

"In the underground passage beneath the plaza, I filled it with unstable magic crystals purchased from merchants and connected them to an explosive array."

Jiang Heyi handed a scroll to the jailer.

"Take it over and trigger it, and you can start racking up stats."

Everyone is busy; the jailer is racking up kills, while the boundary between reality and illusion is ready to go.

"The Basques, we haven't forgotten the grudges they held against us for pointing fingers!"

Chapter 358 Weapons, Endless Uses

When you have a conflict with another player in the game, and they realize that killing you will not be punished, Jiang Heyi believes that not many players can resist playing a round of Nine Clans Elimination.

Although the Basque family had fallen on hard times, they still enjoyed a high reputation among the nobility, which attracted many people who hoped to climb into the upper echelons of the empire's social circles by associating with them.

Having cut down the butler at the boundary between reality and illusion, the first thing he encountered upon entering the manor was a "powerful" adventurer.

Over the years, they have maintained friendly physical exchanges with various ethnic groups along the border. Full of martial spirit, only a small number of them stopped after recognizing the true nature of the border.

Struggling and resisting are meaningless; as dogs kept by nobles, they are not qualified to confront the fully equipped boundary between reality and illusion.

The fourth layer that binds the boundary between reality and illusion is not combat power, but rather the unpredictable and elusive future that stems from a series of choices.