T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The four primal entities sensed their surroundings: "It's empty, there's nothing there."

"jailer?"

The jailer immediately replied, "There was no special spiritual reaction."

With the necromancer present, evil spirits have nowhere to hide.

"It's just a hallucination from blood loss." Mint was completely unaffected. She raised her head. "The spatial rift collapse is over, the explosion danger is gone. Have the Lion King send people to help. Some wounds aren't effective enough with the existing potions, and I need a better healer to assist me."

Outside the security perimeter created by the inner guards, Kurien, who had used an elemental barrier to keep out the rain, saw the bed appear and breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly realized that he actually cared about these young people.

Not long ago, the Grelian family, whose members were rarely seen in recent years, saw their gray-haired leaders from various fields fleeing the collapsed area in a panic.

The apocalyptic scene made the guards want to protect him and retreat even further away.

"If I were younger, I probably would have rushed in," he couldn't help but think.

The fact that he only had the option of praying made him feel powerless.

Old age is indeed an enemy that no one can resist.

As if feeling guilty, he immediately waved his hand and ordered, "Go, have the palace physicians prepare..."

Kurien suddenly stopped.

Not far away, dozens of members of the Grelian family were watching this side.

The conversation was overheard by their keen senses.

One person was overjoyed and, disregarding his own impropriety in front of the emperor, eagerly inquired about the bed.

"Is Renee alright?"

She didn't even glance at him from under the covers, and continued to urge him: "The potion ingredients also need to be prepared. Mint said she wants to do it herself."

Kurien glanced at the members of the Grelian family who were not getting a response, and they were somewhat annoyed at being ignored.

He just found it funny. He had originally wanted to ask for their opinions, but since the boundary between the real and the virtual was so blatantly disregarding the Grelian family, there was nothing to worry about.

The arrogance of killing dozens of academic cliques today still lingered in his mind, and he reprimanded the inner guards in a deep voice.

"Haven't you heard what she said? Go and get ready!"

The guard hurriedly apologized, accepted his orders, and left.

The lion's roar couldn't intimidate the people of Grelian; their bed was now surrounded.

"So, Renee is really alright?"

Sighing in bed.

She was just a player, and her blood pressure spiked after only a short time interacting with this group of people.

How was Renee able to live with this family of mysterious creatures for over a decade?

She asked, "Why not go and see for yourself if you want to know?"

"The magic gathered in the magic depression does not completely lose the possibility of explosion just because it dissipates; low-intensity explosions are just as dangerous."

"Oh, so that's why you abandoned Renee." The blanket sneered. "If you're afraid of dying, don't pretend to care about her."

"You don't understand the dangers of explosions!"

My temper flared up in bed.

"Fun fact: The chance of drowning from rainwater is low, but not zero. You should go home, wrap yourself in a blanket, and go to sleep. Also, the probability of you slipping on your left foot and falling to your death tomorrow morning is not zero. I suggest you stay asleep for the rest of your life and never get up. It's safer."

"This is sophistry and a fallacy of equivocation."

"No matter what your reasons are, we're the ones who will save Renee in the end!" The woman pointed at the other woman's nose and angrily rebuked her, "You always say you care about her so much, but in the end, all you care about is yourselves."

"Such a large family, saying that Renee is the future of the family, constantly talking about magic history going its own way, these old bastards who are still clinging to life but not a single one of them is willing to exchange their lives for the future of the family. You dare to talk to me about probability, you beasts!"

Kurien swallowed the breath that was about to come out, forcefully smoothing his facial features to make them appear cold and stern.

You mustn't laugh; the lion king's majesty must be maintained.

The prestigious Grion family, a legendary magical family that has produced countless top scholars and high-ranking magicians, a group of gray-haired old men, were being reprimanded and taught a lesson by a boy in his early twenties.

After the eloquent scholars finished speaking in bed, they all fell silent in unison – what a strange sight!

He couldn't help but look around, wondering if anyone had taken the opportunity to use the magic tool to take a picture. It was a festive scene worth admiring repeatedly before going to sleep every day.

Normally, even low-level mages could only look up to this great figure with humility, but at this moment, his aura was completely suppressed, and he could only watch helplessly as the guards brought the physician into the palace and accompanied Mint to take Renee into the palace.

"Your Majesty, please allow us to disturb you for the time being."

Kurien generously replied, "It's alright, saving lives is the priority."

Now that things have come to this, all he wants is to have some fun.

The boundary between reality and illusion and Grelian were both very excited. With the stage set up in the palace, it saved him a lot of trouble.

In the dead of night, three female court potion masters gathered in the palace.

Their abilities are not outstanding among the court potion masters, so why the urgent need to recruit them?

When they saw the person who needed treatment, the three finally understood why the Lion King had given the gag order.

"It's Renee!"

"How did she become like this?"

"These are wounds left by the phenomenon of magic crystallization... My God, there are so many on the outside of the torso?"

The gathering of the venerable scholars of the Grion family, who had not appeared for many years, outside the brightly lit main hall made it clear to anyone the seriousness of the matter.

The three were simply curious as to why Renee wasn't being treated by the Grelian family themselves. They had plenty of excellent potion masters, so why was their own Majesty getting involved?

As the three women received the various potions brought in by the female guards and prepared to work, they discovered a figure rummaging through the potion ingredients.

A female bodyguard stepped forward and whispered to the three men, "His Majesty commands that you follow Miss Mint's orders."

Upon hearing the name "Mint," the three were taken aback.

A flurry of ideas filled their minds, and they all agreed.

Whoever is in charge of treatment bears the responsibility. Renee's condition is very strange. It would be great if an accident occurred during the treatment and they could not be held responsible.

The three took out the essence of plant elements, set up a magic array, and manipulated the strands of magic power and elemental power to combine them, infusing Renee with vigorous vitality from the inside out, restoring life to her parched body that could not absorb magic power.

The wound was peculiar, healing much slower than normal injuries, which greatly surprised the three of them.

Not far away, Mint was quickly processing potion ingredients.

Having immersed themselves in the world of potions for decades, when they heard rumors of Mint's talent for alchemy, they simply thought it was an exaggeration based on hearsay.

I could see with my own eyes that all three of them were sweating.

"How old is she?"

"Should be under twenty..."

"Is this the level of proficiency a twenty-year-old can possess?"

Some people sighed, "That's probably what geniuses are like."

"This isn't called genius, it's called monster. Both she and Renee are monsters."

As Mint poured the potion into a large glass, tightened the lid, and shook it violently, the three of them felt their throats go dry.

So the rumors were all true; she really did it in one go!

This is a life-saving operation! Can we really do it this perfunctorily?

After taking the special peppermint potion, Renee's parched body gradually regained its magical power, and her intermittent breathing became rhythmic and even.

She instinctively curled up, seemingly gaining some sense of security.

The court potion masters examined her carefully and found that Renee's wounds were mostly treated, but she would experience hallucinogenic pain for a short period of time.

"Well, when it comes to healing, I can't compare to you guys."

The three court potion masters bowed humbly: "You flatter me."

Without a trace of arrogance, after witnessing Mint's unique and unparalleled method of purifying cocktails, they truly felt the immense chasm between people.

"Did you give Renee a sedative? The pain of cleaning her wounds is unbearable for most people, and her only reaction was to twitch and tremble."

"It works really well!"

Mint was taken aback.

The four people looked at each other and instantly realized the problem.

Mint parted her eyelids, revealing Renee's eyes to be white and empty.

One person released a ball of light that hovered above Renee's head.

"It reacts weakly to light."

"Testing the limbs."

"Pain perception is weak."

"Test again!"

Even when you forcefully pry at Renee's knuckles, she remains unresponsive, muttering to herself incessantly.

Slight, incoherent babbling, indistinct and unintelligible.

Mint gritted her teeth and rushed out of the hall.

While the treatment was being carried out inside the hall, outside the hall, within the soundproof magic array, Grelian engaged in a friendly exchange with the boundary between reality and illusion.

Without a word, Mint rushed into the magic circle: "What did you do to Renee? Beastification, magic crystallization, sensory dulling, consciousness deterioration, and that illogical spatial magic phenomenon!"

After hearing the long list of dishes, the Grelian family was completely dumbfounded.

Just then, the Potions Master Grelian, who was far away in another city-state, arrived. He went straight into the hall to check on Renee's condition, and his expression changed drastically.

His reaction was exactly the same as Mint's; he immediately came out and tortured his own family members.

The chaos tonight began with Renee's sudden, unannounced outburst.

During the massive explosion of spatial magic, of the six people in the room who were complaining about Renee's lack of manners, one died and five were injured.

The mansion was later destroyed by spatial magic, and the number of dead and injured is currently unknown.

Those present were all elderly people who were focused on studying specialized magic in the workshop and did not know more details.

Several people were arrested and questioned, and their answers were all the same.

"I just wanted to ease Renee's resentment towards her family."

They all swore that they would not do anything beyond words.

"What's wrong with Renee right now?"

Mint suppressed her anger and took a deep breath: "Her consciousness is extremely disordered, and she is unable to react to external stimuli, like a puppet whose magic circle has shattered."

"Assuming what you're saying is true, it can only be that a demon has appeared in the world and silently robbed her of her sanity."

Potions masters have little effect on healing matters at the level of consciousness; the urgent task is to find a master of mental magic.

Unfortunately, the top scholar specializing in mental magic was not within the empire's territory; he was a half-werewolf.

"If there's no top-tier option, then we'll settle for the second-best."

The jailer's matter-of-fact words prompted Kurien to speak up and remind him.

"The two next in rank both passed away a couple of years ago, one of whom was from the Grelian family."

"Whether it's academics or rank, it's questionable whether the remaining mental mages can be of any help."

Jiang Heyi looked up abruptly, and he exchanged a glance with French Fries, knowing that they had thought of the same thing.

"Your Majesty, we also know a master of mental magic."

Mint suddenly realized.

That's right, who could be more suited to the title of Master of Spiritual Magic than Mother Metasequoia?

How bad could someone be who can engage in a spiritual entanglement with evil for hundreds of years, turn the tables and suppress it, making it work for him?

"A master?" the person from Grelian questioned first. "Mental magic, like spatial magic, is practiced by very few people. This circle is very small. Who are you talking about?"