T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Like the Angry Lion, it is one of the Three Blessings.

【Mad Wolf】: When attacking, there is a chance that a phantom of a mad wolf will appear to assist in dealing damage.

【Pack of Wolves】: Consumes mana or shield to activate, granting each teammate the "Friend of Wolves" status. Team members with the Friend of Wolves status have a chance to have a pack of wolf phantoms appear behind the enemy to assist in the attack when they hit them.

[Choose your own blessing]

His eyes lit up at the fries; he couldn't put them down.

The first blessing and the Angry Lion Phantom are exactly the same, so there's no need to elaborate.

The second blessing is too exaggerated.

After release, all members will enjoy the amplification effect, which is equivalent to a group of people getting a free bonus.

Regardless of the damage dealt by the wolf phantoms, for support classes like Zhong Zemo and Orange Tea, this is a great skill for self-preservation.

Shadowbombs have already solved their survival problems in high-difficulty dungeons after the battlefield is divided.

The phantom created by the wolf's friend provides a certain amount of room for maneuver.

The jailer stroked his chin: "Friend of the Wolves is too awkward to say. Let's just call it 'Close the Gate and Unleash the Dogs'."

Orange Tea sighed: "The name was clearly a blessing name made based on the story of the wolf queen. It sounds awful when you change it like this."

"Just tell me if it sounds right or not!"

Choosing your own blessing at the boundary between the real and the virtual is never something to hesitate about.

[Walking with the Wind]: Kids, you know what I'm going to say, right?

Now, all the weapons of everyone in the virtual-real boundary have been upgraded, and the only thing that is still needed is the four original bodies.

With everyone now wielding gold-plated weapons, his is no match for theirs.

"Don't rush, after Elerave finishes crafting my equipment, it'll be time for the Origin Elemental Weapon. You go first this time." The jailer patted his chest generously.

The tetragonium just gave a dry laugh.

Guess why everyone is using reward attempts to exchange for 12 sets of Divine Forging Universal Materials.

The failure rate of forging the dragon was truly embarrassing; let's just hope that this time she doesn't just say "this time it will definitely succeed."

She's almost hollowed out the boundary between reality and illusion.

The T0 guild, the Virtual Boundary, which has never lacked resources since the server opened, is now facing a shortage of top-tier items, all thanks to her repeated furnace explosions.

I can't even imagine how I'd continue this storyline if I met her after traveling through Anna.

Would giving her a gentle reminder later on effectively improve her forging success rate?

Or should we leave it unchanged to avoid significant deviation from the simulation process?

Mint stretched and happily tiptoed.

"Mmm... I feel so relieved. All my obsessions in Anna are finally resolved. It feels so good!"

Mint was too happy too soon.

Despite her young age, she seemed somewhat forgetful. After returning to the manor and finishing dinner, as she was saying she was going back to the guild, she noticed that everyone around her was staring intently at her.

After a while, she shouted, her mouth full of food.

"Ah, Renee!"

Renee was not qualified to meet Kurion with the boundary between reality and illusion, and for almost a whole day, she was unable to find an opportunity to enter the manor from outside.

When Kurien left, it was also time for her to go home.

After losing the contest, the atmosphere at the Grelian family's house was very tense.

The patriarch and elders of the family repeatedly spoke with Renee, trying to understand what she was thinking at that moment.

There was also a sinister suspicion in their conversation that she hadn't given it her all in the competition.

Unable to bear it any longer, she stayed indoors all day long—of course, leaving home using spatial magic doesn't require opening the door.

For the first time, the Glenn family felt a deep estrangement from Renee, a estrangement that had previously only existed between her and her parents, but now spread throughout the entire family.

Renee's importance is self-evident, as she is hailed as a genius who will one day write her own chapter in the history of magic.

The effort that Grian has poured into her over the years is evident to all of Anna.

Despite her privileged upbringing, why does Renee's heart drift further and further away from her family?

Will the entanglement with parents really not gradually dissolve over time?

Over the millennia, countless outstanding scholars and magicians have emerged in the Grelian region, but it seems that none of them have truly been able to enter Renee's heart.

When Renee returned home, her room was in complete disarray.

Renee remained silent, casually using her magic to put the scattered items back in their places, and gently refused the maid who came to inquire.

She doesn't want to see anyone right now.

She increasingly prefers quiet to talking to people.

Even the slightest noise in the house will cause her to become extremely nervous.

Renee felt a fire burning fiercely inside her, threatening to burst forth and ignite her house and everyone around her if left unchecked.

She had been enduring this malice in order to suppress it.

Only when she saw the boundary between reality and illusion, and when she saw mint, did she feel peace of mind.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Renee slammed the door shut in disgust.

After years of living together, she had become familiar with the walking pace of everyone here; now her parents had arrived.

Before they could even knock, Renee's soundproofing array was already in place, but the other side countered with a method that forcefully broke open a gap.

Her name was called again and again, like a heavy hammer striking a bronze bell.

Renee, panting heavily, sat back on the bed.

She clutched her chest with both hands, a strong sense of discomfort surging from within her.

Reason is being slowly eroded.

Chapter 402 Emergency Rescue

After dinner, a light drizzle smeared the windowpanes, and a gust of wind blew in, making all the windows of the manor rattle.

The wind was strong, and the rain suddenly turned fierce, pouring down unexpectedly, startling Mint, who was left alone at the manor to wait.

All members of the Virtual-Real Boundary Guild returned to the guild to store their gains from the past period and also to check on the status of Eleravie and the base.

She moved a deck chair to the porch, and the oppressive summer heat was dispelled by the sudden downpour, the rising warmth vanishing with the wind.

Comfortable.

Mint took a sip of coconut water, then picked up a piece of bean cake and enjoyed it with relish.

Looking back two years ago, such a comfortable life was something she couldn't have imagined.

Even more unimaginable is that someone like Renee could reconcile with her, or even sympathize with her situation.

“If it were me, I couldn’t stand her family.” Mint couldn’t help but imagine the two of them switching places.

The guards sent by Kurien were dedicated; they moved silently through the torrential rain, their black robes soaked and clinging to their bodies.

If it weren't for the rules, Mint would have invited them in to avoid the situation.

Just then, a figure in a black robe drifted into the corridor and spoke in a deep voice before Mint could speak.

"Urgent news! A violent magical fluctuation has occurred at Grelian's mansion on the outskirts of the city. Some people have sensed that space is being torn apart."

Mint choked on a mouthful of bean cake and hurriedly grabbed a coconut water to gulp it down.

Upon receiving the news, the group, who were traveling at breakneck speed through the rain, quickly turned back and communicated loudly in the storm.

"In the end what happened?"

Mint exclaimed in bewilderment, "I don't know either!"

Without a God's-eye view, the boundary between reality and illusion is completely in the dark about this sudden situation.

Around the Grion mansion, many guards had already arrived. Like scarecrows in a field, they stood silently in the darkness, staring in astonishment ahead.

"Oh my god..."

Jiang Heyi swallowed.

A spatial rift hung above the mansion, a line of dark purple ripples spreading out in the rain, followed by countless spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly along the void.

The entire sky seemed to peel away like a wet mural, revealing the enchanting, deep blue void behind it, as vast as an abyss.

Phosphorescent flames, burning like fire, silently licked the boundaries of reality, setting the painting ablaze and spreading it in all directions.

The magical collisions occurred one after another, and visible ripples of magic spread outwards in layers.

The guards tried to stop them, but the boundary between the virtual and real worlds was cleared simply by scanning their faces—they had already been registered with the head of the most powerful and violent organization in Kuanna.

Not only were there no taboos in front of nobles, but the imperial guards also applied two sets of standards to them and were happy to provide them with more conveniences.

After crossing the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, the scene was silently sealed off.

……

……

"Renée is hiding in a spatial rift. Watch out for her spatial slash. When the flow of magic around you changes, be careful not to get cut by a suddenly appearing rift!"

The high-ranking mage of Grelian shouted a warning.

"Have the magical tools not been brought yet? I need to stabilize the flow of magic in this area!"

"The passage to the underground warehouse is temporarily blocked by a distorted spatial tunnel; we must take a detour!"

The voice relayed by the magic messenger was equally anxious.

"Rene, how can Mom and Dad stay in this house if you do this? Stop it! Stop it now!"

Since the head of the Grelian family is not in the capital tonight, many decisions can only be made by the elders of high seniority present.

Seeing Renee's parents crying and wailing without any regard for the distorted spatial rift, they were greatly troubled.

"Knock them out, don't make things worse!"

After a furious shout, Renee's parents collapsed to the ground.

As if peering out through a layer of mist, the high-ranking mage of Grelian suddenly felt that the scene before him was blurry.

In an instant, the heavens and earth shook violently, and everything in sight rippled.

"She is coming!"

A flash of blue light, as fast as lightning, streaked past. An eighth-tier puppeteer and an eighth-tier elementalist used their pure magic to create a torrent, blocking Renee's parents from view.

In the intense energy battle, Renee's white hair fluttered, and her eyes turned blood red.

She looked up at the puppeteer with a cold gaze, and the space behind her shattered.

Like ink dissolving in water, she leaned back and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"What's the deal with Renee's power?" The high-ranking officials present were shocked.

"How could she possibly possess the magic to maintain the existence of such a massive spatial rift? The duration of that rift is comparable to that of a domain!"

"She's simply a genius! This is exactly what the top combat-oriented mages of the Grelian Academy should be like!"

"What the hell are you so happy about!"

A loud shout extinguished the excitement of the group, and the most senior puppeteer, with his full head of white hair, was so angry that it almost stood on end.

"Based on her latest magic test, she shouldn't have her current magic capacity. Her current abnormal performance must be suspicious. What if it's a trick to achieve this by overdrawing her own power... Do you want to watch Renee burn to ashes? You need to find a way to stop her!"

The members of the Grelian group trembled all over.

The mansion is riddled with spatial fissures, which lead to other spaces. These narrow gaps, barely wide enough to fit a finger, leak a high abundance of magic into the normal space.

Compared to that space, the abundance of magic in the real world is like a depression.

Water flows downhill, and the magic accumulates, with some magicians already feeling a burning sensation on their skin.