T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Crimson Music Box quickly came up with the idea of ​​reducing attributes by removing equipment.

It's pointless. Even without any equipment, the emperor can easily kill the remaining person by taking away the base stats of 6 people.

After experiencing a failure, the famous player from the Orange Sky Strategy Group stood up.

[I am a master of the Divine Stele]: "Gentlemen, I have a plan."

"Since the Emperor's battle-level effect is instantaneous, without a specific timeframe and cannot be responded to, we should tamper with it before the battle-level begins."

"It takes nearly 10 seconds for the doll to confirm the tarot card entry and transform."

【Gentlemen, I love war】: "I think I understand what you mean, but how can we lower our attribute values? Removing equipment to verify is useless."

The master of the Divine Stele shook his index finger: "Not enough to take off your equipment, or you got a stomachache from eating something bad?"

Like lightning cleaving through the fog.

Within the game, there are some counterfeit and substandard potions that failed to be refined. Back when the shameful witch Mint was selling her wares on the street, she caused quite a bit of trouble at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

These potions have a chance of causing poisoning after consumption; they are of extremely poor quality and are said to reduce a player's stats to zero.

In the past, these props were considered non-recyclable waste; once created by players and guild dolls, they were immediately destroyed.

Scarcity increases value, and Orange Sky, as one of the four major guilds in the Chinese server, has its own network of connections.

Players are the strangest of individuals; they can empathize with lifeless, cold code, and they can also act as hoarders, collecting unwanted potions and junk.

Orange Sky acquired a batch of inferior potions at a high price from a player named [Ye Bu Zhao Ji].

The chain of puppets is triggered, the Emperor's attribute is locked, and all members of Orange Sky take inferior magic potions. The strong side effect reduces the player's base attribute value to single digits, which is like resetting the attribute points and starting over.

That's not enough; there's still room for the attribute values ​​to decrease.

The paladin in the team has a skill called [Punishment Strike], which inflicts a negative status effect of reduced defense on the hit unit, and also slightly reduces the hit unit's attribute values.

This skill is rather useless in PVE, as most monsters are unaffected by attribute reduction, but it's considered a minor god-tier skill in PVP.

"I choose to punish my teammates, and myself!"

Amidst the paladin's loud shouts, seven beams of white light descended along with the golden scepter in hand.

All character attribute values ​​are 0.

The equipment automatically detached and cannot be equipped again.

The emperor's scepter, imbued with absorbed attributes, flickered like a faulty light bulb, its dim light connecting the two sides.

The deity, shrouded in golden light, opened his eyes wide, his arrogant and disdainful gaze now filled with shock.

"Emperors on earth who float in the clouds should fear those who have nothing."

For some reason, the following passage naturally came to mind.

When you lose everything, the chains break.

The paladin could not suppress the poisoning effects of the potion, but there was no one to drink blood from, and the emperor was just a slightly more powerful mage.

Other players may have discovered similar solutions, but since they all cherish their own solutions, OrangeSky can only assume that they were the first to discover the solution for the Emperor Tarot card.

Jiang Heyi felt that the Tarot card shape of the chain puppet was too elaborate.

The same material, when applied to other games, could be used to create an entire dedicated level for storytelling and setup.

In the world of Chaos Tower, it's just a surprise gift package randomly unlocked from the keywords of the Solitaire doll.

"I have a feeling we'll meet again in the Chaos Tower world someday," Fries murmured.

She was drying her wet hair.

Water droplets rolled down the ends of her hair and landed in the hollow of her collarbone, gurgling and trembling from side to side. The broken water droplets flowed down in a crystal-clear, soft line, slowly sliding into the steep mountain peak, like a waterfall plunging into a ravine.

Jiang Heyi's gaze moved upwards as if struck by lightning, her shoulder blades, moistened by the moisture, felt like warm, smooth jade that had been handled for a long time.

French Fries gently tossed his long hair, and strands of hair, still damp, splattered onto Jiang Heyi's face with a "plop," while the rich fragrance of shampoo and shower gel filled his nostrils.

Jiang Heyi believes that his brain has an excellent ability to make associations. Long afterward, when he smells a similar aroma, he will picture the fries fresh out of the pan, bursting through the mist and splashing water all over his face.

French Fries suddenly tiptoed closer, her damp eyelashes almost brushing against his burning cheeks.

She was very close, and the breeze carrying her voice blew into my ears, leaving a sweet echo.

"You've been staring at it the whole time."

Jiang Heyi subconsciously leaned back, his lower back hitting the computer desk, causing the monitor to shake. The chat dialogue jumping on the screen was clearly the jailer asking if everyone had left.

He took a deep breath, his voice full of righteous indignation!

"Because it looks good."

French fries suddenly shrank back, as if she couldn't adapt to the shape of tomato fries, and was bluntly put into the refrigerator by Jiang Heyi.

He stammered and backed away, tucked in his towel, grabbed a hairdryer and started blowing air, using the noise to interrupt the conversation.

As they went downstairs, the prison guard's van opened its doors to them; it was already full of people.

Nearly three months later, in the same city, in the same van, even the seats were unchanged.

It felt like a replay of that hastily concluded offline gathering.

The car door closed, the engine started, and suddenly the blankets cried out.

Several heads peered over, watching as her little hand pulled...a bag of potato chips from a bag behind the car seat?

Wow, the thing I forgot to take with me from the party three months ago is still here!

The four original bodies sat in the passenger seat, and he stretched out his elbow to nudge the prison guard.

"You're abusing your machine spirit! You haven't cleaned it properly in all this time?"

The jailer wasn't happy to hear that: "Look at these neat carpets, look at this clean interior. I clean it myself every week, and a big wash is something to wait until after the New Year."

Looking in the rearview mirror, the jailer saw everyone sharing the potato chips.

Jiang Heyi picked up a piece and fed it to the fries first.

Clearly, these two had done this kind of thing quite often, and they both seemed very familiar with it.

Once in bed, she cheerfully shoved potato chips into Zhong Zemo's face.

One person insisted on feeding the other, while the other shyly shrank into a corner.

"Even eating potato chips is like this. We've been living together for three months, and I'm going to be sick of you guys." The prison guard sighed.

The blanket laughed: "Driver, please drive carefully and don't be stubborn!"

"We're fighting for ourselves and for this world, and that's a challenge you have to overcome." Orange Tea clenched her fist. "Keep going."

"I'm so glad that I can hear such cringeworthy lines now that I'm past the age of being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) and not feel embarrassed."

The potato chips were passed to the Quadruple Primal, and he glanced at the jailer.

The jailer quickly shook his head: "No, don't pity me, you eat yours!"

"What are you thinking? I just don't like the taste of barbecue. I was just asking if you still want some."

The jailer sighed, "Fine, mine's mine."

The car drove steadily out of the bustling main city and headed towards what the locals call the suburbs, a journey of nearly 40 minutes.

Although we talk non-stop through the screen every day, chatting face-to-face still has a unique charm—although we still stop halfway through to select and send emojis on our phones.

This is the only inconvenience of face-to-face conversations: your extensive collection of emojis is useless.

"Four Primal Bodies, did you greet Nong Ya?" Orange Tea suddenly remembered.

The four prototypes turned their heads and said, "I told her, she just needs to renew her visa, and she might come to see our offline base in a couple of days."

Nong Ya has somehow managed to blur the lines between reality and illusion, and she seems to enjoy it immensely.

She played an indispensable role in the recent dissemination of strategy tips.

By repeatedly sending and receiving messages, starting with keywords related to wordplay and word association, he grew into a skilled and experienced information merchant in just two days.

She reportedly made another $2 last night.

In her words, "The more people try to surpass you, the better my business gets."

Upon learning that clearing the 4th floor would unlock custom floors in the Yulu Shop, and that subsequent floors might not even be synchronized, she paused for a moment before bursting into a gasp.

"Wouldn't this be more profitable!"

"If everyone is working on the same level, then the strategy guide can only be sold once. After that, we can only make a small profit by selling more and more, and earn as much as we can."

"But if everyone is different, in order to have more strategy experience, in an environment where everyone is hiding their information, we are like smugglers, exchanging information for information, and we can quickly accumulate a large fortune!"

Oh no, she's starting to really understand the role of an information merchant.

Zhong Zemo said, "Of the four guilds, only Humorous Tree is stuck on the third floor and can't move. They have very bad luck and their word chain is of average quality, so they always manage to get more than one keyword."

The chain-reaction doll has become a nightmare for many players. In teams with average relationships, if you do poorly in the chain-reaction, you will not only have to bear the psychological pressure of leading the team to a wipeout, but you may also be gossiped about behind your back by others.

The name "Friendship-Ending Doll" began to gain popularity.

"Can a relay race really cause a major upheaval? Isn't this just like taking a penalty kick? Anyone who dares to withstand the pressure deserves praise, right?" The bed was puzzled. "Besides, there's no elimination in the third level."

Zhong Zemo scoffed, "Based on their complaints, the fourth level is even more unplayable. The rule is that there must be a lord. Not every team discusses things with each other and works together like we do."

“When someone becomes a lord, he naturally wants the whole team to move in the way he wants. If things don’t go smoothly, he will doubt whether his subordinates are doing something wrong. He will first criticize the NPCs and then question his teammates.”

"The same goes for the companions who are responsible for expanding the lord's authority. Everyone has their own ideas and each does their own part. If it's all mixed together like a big pot of rice, then the fourth level will surely explode."

Speaking of the fourth floor, even the jailer has something to say.

"I checked the community when I went out this morning, and the leaderboard has been updated. The top teams are all trying to clear level 4."

"The Three Kingdoms team still holds an advantage in progress, occupying 80 of the top 100 spots."

The level advantage remains significant, generally 3 to 5 levels higher than the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, resulting in a substantial boost to combat power in the early stages of the game.

After clearing the 4th floor, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds gained experience equivalent to 5.3 points of leveling up 21 levels, which brought them one step closer to leveling up.

There was indeed a lot, but it still didn't stop the thirst.

Some max-level guilds are now changing their strategies.

I spend half of my daily game time exploring dungeons in the main world to level up, and the other half exploring the Chaos Tower world.

The method of "sharpening the axe before chopping wood" has received much praise in the community.

Teams both domestically and internationally have put this approach into practice and believe that, as long as it's not for quickly climbing the leaderboard, this method is more suitable for ordinary people to earn rewards.

"I bet you guys, the Three Domes Land will be stuck on the 4th level." The jailer was full of confidence.

"Oh?" the Tetraprimal asked curiously. "And the reason?"

"In the world of cultivation, human life is as worthless as grass, and those below XX are all ants. In this environment, do you expect those cultivation fanatics who were given game qualifications by Zhifeng to have any pity for ordinary people?" Jailer Bro scoffed. "I'm afraid most of them just treat ordinary people as material, like a VIP seat in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, right?"

Zhong Zemo crossed his arms: "Although what you said makes sense, I always feel that you have the potential to jinx things."

"Do you want to take a gamble?"

Zhong Zemo asked, "How about clearing the Three Realms Land within two days in real time?"

The jailer readily agreed: "No problem, I'll bet with you. What's the stake?"

"It's almost Chinese New Year, whoever loses has to give everyone an 888 yuan red envelope, is that too much to ask?"

"It's a small matter, it's decided then."

There were plenty of red envelopes to be won no matter what, and the car echoed with praise for the boss's generosity.

happy New Year!

Thank you to all the seal keepers for your meticulous care in the new year (although everyone is raising books). Anyway, seals are legendary for their longevity and won't die from being kept alive, so thank you for another year of lively activity.

I hope that in the new year, everyone can find their own fries and be basked in the warmth of their blankets.

I hope no one ends up as miserable as a Tetramorph.

I hope everyone has the good health and incredible luck associated with orange tea.

I hope everyone can be as happy and carefree as the prison guard.

I hope everyone can have a stable job like Zhong Zemo.

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