T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

After rushing back to the observation deck, Jiang Heyi hurriedly said to Orange Tea, "Go to the arena front desk now and place your bet. Once you've reached the maximum betting limit, bet on Mint!"

"what?"

While the Tea Master was still in a daze, the jailer had already reacted.

Is there any way to gamble on this part of the story?

If Mint wins, it'll make a profit for free.

If you lose...

Grass, how could mint possibly lose!

As soon as the jailer and the tea master left, Kurien waved to the people at the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Have you seen Vanare?"

Vanaree was Mint's mentor when she studied Potions at the Star Speakers Academy.

An elderly man with gray hair but a sprightly spirit.

The conflict between Mint and her runs deep.

Vanaree often incorporates religious topics into his potion-making lessons, using them to further explain the process of potion-making.

For example, after a long lecture, they might suddenly start discussing matters of faith with you.

Ostensibly it was a halftime break, but in reality it was a disguised form of proselytizing.

Mint is mint after all; if she can't stand it, she'll just say something sarcastic.

Since then, the two have had constant conflicts.

In the potion workshop explosion that led to Mint's "voluntary withdrawal," the potions she was making did not undergo any mutation. Instead, discordant magic appeared in the workshop, causing a chain reaction that resulted in the explosion of stored items.

Considering that Mint had publicly questioned the problem with Vanaree's improved potion formula the day before, the two argued again after a private "exchange".

After leaving the academy, Mint kept thinking about it and felt that Vanaree had schemed against her.

If she hadn't been familiar with the properties of potions, remained calm and composed during the refining process, and been able to distract herself by sensing her surroundings, the explosion would have been far more than just destroying a workshop.

If her speculation is true, Vanaree had already considered eliminating Mint, but failed, so he resorted to framing her and using his power to intimidate her.

Even if this matter had nothing to do with him, the actions of Mint and several Star Speakers mentors in fanning the flames and escalating the situation during the friction between Mint and Renee, and the operation of having Renee's admirers harass Mint, were clearly the work of him.

Kurien took a meaningful sip of his drink: "Mint doesn't need to be the ultimate winner. As long as it plays with flair and momentum, you can naturally get involved."

"You have to turn the academic clique upside down so that I can uproot it and replant it."

"For the sake of the treasures in my treasury, let your resentment fester for now. I look forward to seeing how you perform."

Kurien didn't need to say much; just thinking about the frustrations Mint suffered at the academy was enough.

My fists are itchy!

This is no longer an ordinary academic clique; we must take strong measures!

The maid approached the emperor.

"Your Majesty, the venue is ready. Both sides may come down and take their positions."

The two people not far away exchanged a glance. Renee's lips curled up, and she raised her palm defiantly, holding up a ball of azure light.

As a halo gathered at her fingertips, she used her fingers as a knife to slice through the void.

As the internal magic surged, the shattered space gradually revealed a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

Renee stepped inside, turning back with a smile: "Together?"

I had long heard that the Grelian family had gone to great lengths, exhausting all of Dussel's spatial magic secrets. Seeing Renee's displays of skill several times, it's clear they lived up to their reputation.

That was truly impressive. Fortunately, the evil forces had eyes and acted on behalf of Heaven to eliminate that madman, Dussel.

Mint, of course, had no intention of going. She snorted coldly, "I don't want to crawl through the dog hole. You can play by yourself."

Renee wasn't in a hurry, but someone on the Grelian's side spoke up in a low voice, scolding them.

Her smile vanished, replaced by a cold, angry rebuke: "This is between Mint and me, so you shut up too."

The members of the Grion family couldn't understand why Renee was so angry today, so easily provoked.

Does she really value this wild mage in front of her that much?

The spatial passage healed, and Renee appeared in the center of the arena in front of tables filled with materials.

As she gazed into the distance, Mint was enveloped by a light breeze and leaped into the air like a nimble little sparrow. Her sleeves, billowing with wind, fluttered slightly, allowing her to gracefully reach the center of the field and land steadily.

"Good, good, good, everyone's showing off their skills." Kurien clapped his hands lightly.

Those around them who couldn't appreciate the brilliance of the two's skills quickly joined in, bursting into applause.

Although I didn't understand what was so interesting about it, if the emperor said it was good, then it must be excellent.

The expected lengthy opening remarks did not materialize; Kurien did not even give an opening speech, explaining the identities of both sides or why they were fighting.

As if tacitly accepting these trivial matters, none of the dignitaries in the room paid any attention.

He used Wick as his spokesperson and got straight to the point.

There are dozens of high-ranking mages guarding the edge of the arena, including many veteran eighth-rank mages who have been famous for many years.

They volunteered to be referees simply because it was the best spectator position.

Nothing allows you to truly appreciate the power of this generation of prodigies better than being there in person, experiencing the magical aura firsthand.

The head of the inner guards, Wick, Kurien's personal mage, personally arrived at the venue.

The two, who were already familiar with the potion ingredients on the table, shifted their gaze to him.

"Have you agreed on the rules for the potion contest?"

He cautioned, "This isn't a wild fight; don't choose anything too dangerous."

Mint said, "Then let's stick to the usual rules: potion making, potion combat drills, or potion destruction. Let's choose one?"

Renee chuckled: "Choose? Why choose? If we're going to compete, let's compete together."

After saying that, she looked at Mint with bright eyes and raised an eyebrow: "How about we change the potion practice exercise to potion recipe improvement? That might be more advantageous for you."

For a fleeting moment, Mint felt disoriented.

She still speaks harshly, but previously she always defended herself.

Renee, what a strange temper.

Mint's temper flared up too.

"We won't change it, so who's afraid of who!"

When the two announced their decision, the room erupted in uproar.

The boundary between reality and illusion is staring at each other.

Oh no! The teachers from Mint Classroom are competing offstage, so who will fill in the gaps in their science popularization skills?

"Aww, gurgle~~~~"

The sound of wolfing down food kept echoing in my ears.

After taking human form, Arela was exceptionally tall. At this moment, she occupied a table full of abundant food all by herself, stuffing large mouthfuls of various well-cooked meats into her mouth.

Their hearty eating and the commotion they made, like starving ghosts reincarnated, drew frequent glances from people on the observation deck.

Is this the legendary dragon, the Great Craftsman of Anna?

It was indeed impressive.

Kurien's reverence for the boundary between reality and illusion has reached a new level.

How could Elena Vie not get enough to eat at the boundary between the virtual and the real?

How dare they starve a ninth-tier dragon?

Elaeva had no opinion on the boundary between reality and illusion, allowing them to "restrain" their diet.

The world has indeed secretly gone mad at some point.

Throughout the entire continent of Ana, it's hard to find a single magical family that would dare to mistreat Eleravie; they've truly crossed the boundary between reality and illusion.

Young people dare to be pioneers; they have guts!

Elaevi had just finished eating a whole sheep and felt the food slip through her teeth. Just as she was about to bite into a fragrant suckling pig, she was gently poked in the waist by the blanket.

"what?"

“We haven’t let you go hungry in the guild. If you keep eating like this, people will think that the boundary between reality and illusion is abusing you.”

"Why?" Elera said matter-of-factly, "If we eat our fill this time, we can use magic power when we get back to the guild and not waste any materials. I'm saving you guys money!"

"You still want to absorb magic power?"

Elena was puzzled: "Food is food, and magic is magic. How can you skip meals?"

"Alright, you can explain the details of the match later, otherwise we might not understand it," Fries said in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, let me have a few more bites."

Elera was tall and burly; when she opened her mouth, half of the suckling pig's body disappeared.

Dragons that only absorb magic are easy to raise, but what about gluttonous dragons...?

"The first round of the potion contest: Potion making!"

Subject: Magic Restoration

"The refining time is until the hourglass is emptied."

Wick floated up, holding an hourglass, and showed it to everyone present.

Offstage, Mint and Renee, having received the test questions, had their eyes firmly set on the materials they needed.

Their goals did not overlap, and with Wick's command, they both transformed into a gust of wind, sweeping across the table.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had a large amount of material in their hands.

After several rounds of preparation, everything was ready except for the tools needed to concoct the potion.

This time, the two made the same choice: several crystal glasses and a mortar and pestle.

Jiang Heyi noticed a furnace in the area that resembled those used in alchemy, but the two of them didn't even glance at it as they passed by.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Elaevi, biting the pig's head, mumbled, "They're all very confident in their abilities and disdain using more sophisticated tools to help control the progress."

"It feels like a competition, and whoever uses it loses."

A voice interrupted.

"By doing this, we can directly observe the other party's progress, dissect our own methods, let the other party appreciate them, compare the two, and compete with each other."

Water churned up under the Queen Mirror's chair and quietly slid down among the crowd.

"It's not just a competition, but also a process of mutual correction, learning, and sharing."

"Their level of understanding is far higher than that of many people here."

She was puzzled: "You said earlier that the two of them had a long-standing feud, but it doesn't seem like that at all. I can clearly sense a mutual respect between them."

Who wins or loses the competition is irrelevant; what matters is the spirit, demeanor, and composure.

A match that was pure to the extreme.

The group exchanged a knowing smile at the boundary between reality and illusion.

This is probably the tacit understanding among the great sages of Anatolia at the end of time.

Those who can awaken each time in that cycle of apocalypse, glimpse the cruelty beyond fate, and constantly search for a way to save the world are all powerful individuals who have reached the pinnacle of the world.

Temperament and magnanimity... well, it seems that historically, Mint still couldn't forgive Renee.

In a world with a boundary between the real and the virtual, many intertwined circumstances have led to today's competition.

Perhaps this is the best possibility for Anna.

The observation deck was bustling with activity, and the two competitors kept talking non-stop.

Renee asked curiously, "Why did you inject the fire element materials beforehand? The plant essence is still there. Aren't you afraid of generating an elemental reaction and ruining all the effects of your medicine?"