T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Kurien swirled his wine glass meaningfully, glancing casually at Renee sitting in the distance.

"Of course not. I hope you can talk to Renee and encourage her to leave the Glenn family, travel, and explore the world."

"I think you can see from today's conflict how oppressive the atmosphere in the Grion family is for her. As the king, I don't want to see a genius turn into a madman in my lifetime."

"It is my responsibility as king to nip danger in the bud."

“Mint, you are the winner. I think she, who is also a genius, will be interested in your description of how you became stronger.”

What Kuryn didn't say was that as long as Renee stayed away from the Grelians, her sense of belonging to the family would weaken, which was excellent news for the rulers of Anna.

The boundary between the real and the virtual neither agreed nor refused.

However, when leaving, Renee did indeed leave with Mint and her group.

“I guessed right. A caged bird sees the brilliance of the world through its own kind, so how could it continue to be manipulated by its family and bound by its bloodline?” Kurion looked at his former companion who had created the Lion King myth with him and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re right, aren’t you, Wick?”

After walking down the viewing platform path for a while, the group stopped at the boundary between reality and illusion.

Renee followed closely, but remained silent.

French Fries whispered something in Mint's ear, and she laughed, looking up to ask.

"The game's over, aren't you going home yet?"

One sentence left Renee speechless, all the words she had prepared stuck in her throat.

Mint covered her mouth and chuckled: "You look a lot like those lackeys you used to scold. You don't want to be my lackey, do you?"

Renee seemed to be back on the field not long ago; whenever she tried to cast a spell, Mint would interrupt her.

Her lips trembled: "You, you still owe me a potion. You said you'd help me make one."

As she spoke, she raised her bruised and purple hand, then lifted her trouser leg to reveal her bleeding and scabbed thighs and calves.

Mint stopped laughing.

At the boundary between the real and the virtual, everyone lost their mood for joking.

During the match, everyone laughed and said that magicians are just flesh and blood, that they would feel pain when hit and bleed when injured. After the match, they were so immersed in joy that they completely forgot about the magicians.

Mint used orange tea to magically cleanse the wounds, but Renee was still bleeding.

Several large wounds were not noticeable only because the robe was dark in color; in reality, they had already adhered to the flesh.

Before the Grelian family left, not a single person inquired about her injuries.

It's as if geniuses are supposed to be different from others, and their injuries should be less severe than those of ordinary people.

This is a magical family with a thousand-year history, producing talents in various fields. However, the parents and elders show no human touch or warmth, so it's no wonder that Kurien bluntly regards Renee, who continues to stay in Grelian, as a monster.

How exactly did Renee overcome her inner conflict and become a sage of the apocalypse in history?

Surely we can't just slaughter all those damned family members to feel better?

Mint was furious. When she was little, she fell outside and her mother, Metasequoia, was so worried that she would hold her and ask if she was in pain, and comfort her—even though she didn't make a sound, didn't cry or make a fuss.

Orange Tea couldn't help but step forward to examine the wound, feeling somewhat sorry for her: "Are your family just going to leave it like this?"

"From childhood to adulthood, it has always been like this. They believe that if you want to realize your talent and climb to the pinnacle of magic, you should endure what ordinary people cannot endure. No matter how painful or tiring it is, you should not complain and you should overcome and solve it yourself."

"If you can't handle your injuries and setbacks on your own, you can't be considered an excellent magician, let alone go further on this path."

“You always see me as living a life of luxury, only in terms of material comforts that conform to the Grelian family’s lifestyle. In reality… I may not be as good as you.”

Okay, now everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion feels that in history, Renee may have really dealt a heavy blow to her own family, which is why she transcended worldly concerns and became a sage.

After asking the maids in the passageway, they found a resting room. Mint brewed a healing potion on the spot, while Orange Tea summoned plant spirits to carefully clean Renee's wounds.

The battle ended, and Renee, her body throbbing with pain, forced herself to sit down, unable to stand upright any longer.

Unlike magic strikes which have elemental shields to cushion their impact, Mint's fists landed solidly on flesh, with a great deal of follow-through.

While brewing, Mint muttered, "I'm telling you, why don't you just come with us? What's the point of going back to that home? If they can give you something, why can't I?"

Chapter 393 Turns, all the turns!

Sometimes Jiang Heyi didn't quite understand what the Grelian family was thinking.

They cared deeply for Renee, regarding her as a sage in preparation for the family's rise to the pinnacle of Anna for the next century. They provided her with the best education, the most comfortable living environment, and were impeccable in terms of material possessions.

But sometimes, they seem not to take Renee seriously.

They treated a living, breathing person like a doll.

In fact, the family that Renee remembers is always changing.

They treat themselves with varying degrees of leniency, strictness, aloofness, and excessive eagerness.

The head of the family appears calm and composed, but he is like a blade of grass in the wind, swaying constantly.

It appears to be a consultation, but in reality, it's just echoing the opinions of others and hoping she will accept them—they rarely offer any choice, and even if they do, they implicitly assume she should choose something.

Renee preferred learning from teachers like Dussel to spending time with them, as it allowed her to completely abandon thinking about what people were thinking and immerse herself in another world.

Mint, who was applying medicine to Renee's wound, was stunned.

The expressions on everyone's faces were particularly subtle as they crossed the boundary between reality and illusion.

In Renee's memory, Düssel was a strict teacher who was very caring towards her in daily life.

Even after the completion of the teaching phase, the two maintained close contact.

As a well-known figure in the Mage Tower, he has been missing for half a year, and no one in Anna knows his whereabouts.

It is widely rumored that he made some progress in spatial magic and began to travel.

However, the information that Grelian received from the mage tower was rather strange.

Before leaving, Dussel took a doll with him and told his assistants and apprentices that it would be a short trip. No one has seen him since.

Renée and Dussel are both mentor and friend.

In the realm of spatial magic, Dussel was ahead, and she followed closely behind.

Dusseldorf is old, but she is like the rising sun.

We chatted about Düsseldorf, and Renee let out a soft moan from the stinging pain of the topical medicine, followed by rhythmic hissing.

"You didn't deliberately concoct the potion like this to get revenge on me, did you?"

She was brutally beaten the entire time, bleeding and scabbing, but she insisted on moving here. The potion she applied made her burst into tears... Not to mention Renee, everyone suspected that the mint had been adulterated.

Mint, on the other hand, was adamant that the past was behind her and that she wasn't so petty.

The change of topic allowed the awkward and strained conversation to come to an end.

I wonder what Renee would think if she knew that her mentor and friend, Dussel, once tried to kidnap her and have her bear a noble wizard child...

Thinking about it this way, it seems that once everyone embarks on Anna's storyline, the connections between these famous characters are all closed loops.

After traveling through time, they must follow the storyline according to the game's walkthrough, and they must be careful of subtle changes that could lead to chain reactions.

Wait a minute, since Renee has inherited Dussel's legacy, could she possibly learn spatial magic techniques from her?

Now they have no choice but to turn around!

With the peppermint potion in her hand, Renee left in a daze.

Before parting, Mint wanted to extend one more invitation, but Jiang Heyi stopped her.

"Let her make the decision herself, otherwise you're no different from her family."

After he finished speaking, he looked up and asked Kesha beside him.

Where is Jingxin?

Kesha looked around blankly, then suddenly remembered that Jingxin seemed to have left the group of Fallen Star Siren to continue watching the match after it ended, and left alone.

Several maids approached from the distance of the passage, each holding a slightly bluish bubble.

Upon discovering the group, the maids beamed with joy.

"Queen Mirrorheart sent someone to bring a bubble, saying it was to be given to Kesha and everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion."

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A sparse grove of trees on the outskirts of the capital of Anna.

Backlit by the sun, the woman in her slightly worn nun's habit stopped the wind magic, letting the vortexes stir up dust and knock leaves to the ground.

The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her, illuminating her hands, which were clasped together in front of her chest as if in prayer, appearing devout and gentle.

The siren came riding the waves, the spray from which rolled through the mud and dust was murky and yellowish.

She was a skilled surfer, moving at high speeds through the water as if flying close to the ground, yet in the instant the nun stopped, she could deftly manipulate the waves to spiral and swirl, forming a tornado-like column of water that soared into the air.

The water burst at her feet, and the thin, silvery-white silk-like material, refracted by thousands of water droplets, appeared somewhat hazy and murky.

Jingxin landed gracefully, and with a wave of her hand, the water droplets instantly condensed into three muddy yellow water figures.

She gave a forced smile: "You have a familiar scent on you."

"The smell of a shabby, impoverished nun?"

“No.” Jingxin shook her head. “The scent of an old friend on the snowy mountain.”

Living water ripples at the foot of the mirror.

Unlike the tool she used to ride the waves from the stadium's exit fountain, fine foam seeped from the soil, condensed and dripped from the air, causing leaves to turn yellow instantly and trees to wither and break.

She borrowed the vast majority of the water element from this area.

The air was thick with moisture, filling the entire area within a 5-meter radius.

The fog rolled in, and the moist sea breeze blew across the spatial barrier from the distant Falling Star Sea.

Jingxin's long, slender, and smooth black hair began to glow with a green light, strand by strand.

In the mist, her hair danced wildly like seaweed.

The nun's expression was solemn.

No mage wants to be an enemy of a siren of the same rank; exceptional geniuses are nothing more than trivial topics of conversation in their long lives.

The inability to reproduce is less a punishment from the gods and more a transaction.

The siren used her magical affinity and the power of words to secure the right to be on the list of dominant species in every wave of magical tides.

"There's another demon in this world?" Jingxin wondered. "What made you disguise yourself as a nun, defiling the sacred and immoral?"

"I have no ill intentions."

"That one from the Great Snow Mountain said the same thing. I beat him up and confirmed that he really didn't." The Mirror Heart Demon Scales shimmered, and its Words of Power stirred. "So, should I try to believe that both of these demons are... good people?"

The dawn redwood couldn't help but smile wryly.

"If I were in your shoes, I probably wouldn't believe it either."

"That guy from the Great Snow Mountain is good at mental pollution. What about you? What are you good at?"

"Mental pollution".

"..."

Jingxin scratched her head: "So, why are you here?"

"Watching my daughter compete."

The tense atmosphere instantly eased.

The absurd conversation made the Lord of the Fallen Star Sea facepalm. She hesitated for a moment: "Your, daughter?"

How can demons have children?

Could it be that there are already little demons running rampant all over the continent of Anna?

and many more……

"Who is your daughter?" Her lips trembled.

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