T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"I specifically asked my mother before I came. Dussel wants to control Renee, so his vessel must be within the capital."

Renee frowned: "Yes...when did he infiltrate my thoughts?"

She rubbed her temples, recalling everything that had happened last night, when suddenly her expression changed.

Seeing Renee grit her teeth and stand up, everyone followed suit without saying a word.

As spatial rifts tore open time and again, she sheltered everyone through the dangerous and unstable magical space, leaving her drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

But she didn't stop, her eyes already red.

His body was filled with murderous intent, as if the night before had come to pass again.

The rift opened, and everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds landed, looking around in astonishment.

"How did I get back here?"

The ruins of Grelian Manor are serene.

The craftsmen who were rebuilding were still on their way, and Grelian left only a few servants to watch over the site.

It was late at night, and the lazy servants could be heard snoring rhythmically from afar, completely unaware that the young lady the family had been searching for had returned to the scene of the accident.

"Rene."

Seeing that she was covered in sweat and walking unsteadily, Mint couldn't help but reach out to support her.

Renee did not refuse. She forced herself to take two steps, then staggered and collapsed to her knees.

Leading a group of people through spatial transfer consumed a huge amount of magic power; she should have exhausted it long ago, but she just held on by sheer willpower.

By now, everyone has noticed her unusual behavior.

"We'll help you up, don't rush."

Orange Tea stepped forward and helped Renee, who could no longer walk, to a stone monument that had not yet been destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

Renee took a deep breath, glanced back at Mint, and then at the somewhat worried people at the boundary between reality and illusion.

She smiled, took a deep breath, clasped her hands together in prayer before the stone tablet, and murmured softly.

A moment later, she opened her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Mint, help me dig it open!"

"here it is?"

"Little Tail's Grave".

"what?"

Fortunately, the four primal beings were quick; the soundproofing array was in place just as everyone's surprised and doubtful voices were uttered.

"Grave digging, huh? That's my specialty."

The jailer jumped out, and six zombies were summoned, digging in the dirt like stray dogs.

Two meters below the tombstone, a huge pit is revealed.

Looking into the long, dark tunnel, Renee was furious.

"Düsseldorf!!!"

She screamed in unprecedented rage.

Deep within the passageway, a faint, almost imperceptible wave of magical energy rippled out, as if... trembling?

The jailer stared at the secret passage built within the Grelian mansion, muttering to himself.

"Goodness, is the Grelian family really a thousand-year-old clan? Someone dug up the space beneath their mansion and built a private residence without them noticing?"

Düsseldorf truly lives up to his reputation as a top-tier cunning schemer; his masterful manipulation of the situation is astonishing.

After Little Tail died, the Grelian family didn't want to be too heartless, so they tacitly allowed Renee to build a small grave for remembrance, which could also be seen as a buffer for her relationship with her parents.

Dussel keenly sensed the subtle tension between the two sides and, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, secretly hollowed out the underground.

Given that Grelian had built a network of interconnected lines beneath the manor to store various magical materials, one would mistakenly assume it was part of the family's design without careful observation.

After all, most of the people living in the royal capital manor are scholars who wouldn't care about trivial matters like civil engineering or magical blueprints.

Using Grelian's reputation, Düsseldorf quietly completed his stay.

"Wow, all these past few years, all your secrets and innermost thoughts have been confided in Dussel." The jailer, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, kept chattering. "He'll most likely record it, listen to it repeatedly, extract the key information, and then, during your lectures, he'll suddenly cut in, winning you over and making you even more dependent on him... Waaaaah~~~"

Orange Tea covered the jailer's mouth and muttered a vicious complaint in his ear.

"Can't you read between the lines? Renee's eyes are spitting fire!"

The jailer peeked over and wow, Renee was practically smoking.

Düsseldorf couldn't build its underground spaces too complexly, because the more complex they were, the easier they would be to be discovered.

At the end of the passage was a small door, behind which was a circular storage room.

A jumble of miscellaneous items was piled up on the ground, and through the cracks in the ground, one could glimpse the still-functioning magic array, whose effect was precisely to obscure the perception of magical power.

The old fox forced Düsseldorf to take concealment to the extreme.

The gold and red props floating on the pile of debris are no longer important, nor are the dazzling props that shimmer with rainbow light.

Everyone pitched in, searching through a mountain of various items for the essential item that would please Renee.

Renee was panting heavily, feeling dizzy and seeing stars. She broke free from Mint's grasp and crawled into the pile of junk to rummage through it.

Seeing this, everyone sped up their work.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Renee has survived everything, just don't come here and get a stroke of bad luck, or get infuriated by the insane Düsseldorf.

"There are magical fluctuations, and also the aura of mental magic."

Orange tea unlocks an unknown revelation; following that benevolent voice, one grasps a crystal-clear blue stone in a wooden box.

Overjoyed, she presented it to Renee.

"I...I can feel you, Düsseldorf!"

Others might hesitate, but after spending years together, Renee only touched her once and immediately roared.

The blue stone gleamed faintly.

“Rene…I am your teacher, and there is still much I can teach you.”

"Listen to me, I am no threat to you now, and we can live in harmony."

The arrogance in Düsseldorf's voice was clearly palpable, bordering on pleading.

Not long ago, they were so arrogant and cursing them, but in the end, the words "surviving" have worn them down.

Just like when he murdered his fiancée and teacher and fled back then.

Renee suddenly looked up and surveyed the crowd.

"Mint, what do you guys think?"

Jiang Heyi shrugged: "I don't want to hear any dead people other than the zombies controlled by the jailer."

"Me too."

Uniform and consistent answers.

The gazes that converge on the vessel of Düsseldorf's soul are icy.

Renee smiled brightly: "Thank you."

Spatial magic erupted from her hands, and Dussel screamed madly.

"You bunch of lunatics! You've actually rejected the greatest knowledge!"

"Mental magic, spatial magic, puppet magic—as long as I live, you can all learn them!"

"You are simply unreasonable!"

"Only by keeping me alive can my value be maximized!"

A wisp of flame burst from Mint's palm and joined the refining of Dussel.

"We will not be at peace until you die."

The crystal shattered with a thud, and the ghostly face of Düsseldorf appeared eerily in mid-air.

"Incomprehensible!"

The jailer grabbed the remnant soul: "Don't worry, I'm a necromancer, I can still refine it and play around with it."

Chapter 409 Master of Selling Grooves

Seemingly a professional-specific interaction, after the jailer's spirit control locked onto Dussel's remnant soul, he was able to project him completely in front of everyone.

Dussel's remnant soul stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief. Even as a ghost, his expression resembled that of someone seeing another of his kind.

"You actually possess the skill of spirit manipulation?"

The jailer rubbed his fingers together: "Isn't it natural for a necromancer to be able to control spirits?"

"Of course... Ugh!!"

Suddenly, Dussel, who was standing still, flew up and, as the jailer swung his arms wildly, he actually performed a whirlwind dance in the air.

French Fries stared blankly for a while before asking, "So it requires motion controls? That's such an interactive skill presentation. I suggest adding it to the Nintendo Family Pack."

Mint covered her forehead: "No, in my memory, spirit manipulation does not require coordinated movements."

The jailer was just being dramatic; he and his bed are both the type to go crazy for no reason.

"Huh, huh..."

"Hey, Düsseldorf didn't faint, you just fainted from exhaustion, right?" Jiang Heyi couldn't bear to watch anymore.

"I'm not tired, it's just that my arm... cramped up," the jailer pleaded. "Tea God, Tea God~~~ Spirit, look at me."

Our Proof of the Stars is so realistic!

There are even players discussing in the community why stamina cannot be injected into the game based on the player's physical information.

The vague stamina system is perfect for shameful guys like the jailer.

Fortunately, even the remnant soul of Dussel was not in good shape under the invincible whirlwind.

It was just a remnant consciousness, manipulated and tossed about haphazardly by a spirit. Its remaining magic power rapidly dissipated over time, and the person became ethereal.

but……

Renee, who was just about to be driven crazy by Dussel, couldn't help but twitch her lips when she saw his disheveled appearance.

After recovering, Dussel pressed the jailer, "You've only just reached the advanced level. Spirit manipulation is an advanced form of mental magic. How did you learn it?"

"I'm not a useless person like you, who learns everything slowly at your age. I achieved success at a young age, and I can learn anything easily, is that not allowed?"

Dussel instinctively tried to tear space apart, but the magic only caused a slight ripple in the space before the jailer took him down.

This time it wasn't the invincible Wind and Fire Wheel. The jailer turned his magic into a rope, tied it to Dussel's neck, and swung it high into the air, letting him float there like a kite.

The slightest movement caused the jailer to pull the dog leash and tighten his grip on her throat.

If the entire Anna region were to witness this scene, they would be shocked.

The renowned master of spatial magic, who touched the ninth-tier gate, Dussel, couldn't even retain his human dignity after death, becoming a pet in the hands of a necromancer.

Dussel cursed loudly, but the jailer remained calm.

"Don't rush, really don't rush. It's impossible for me to break down and kill you directly. You've killed so many innocent people. If you die too early, I'm afraid some spirits will crawl to my bedside in the middle of the night to chat with me privately."

Renee's complexion improved significantly, and she felt much more relieved.

Seeing all this, Mint had never thought the jailer was so useful.

Is he targeting scumbags?

"Mint, do you know where you can find wandering spirits?"

"You usually see them in areas where adventurers are active. What's wrong?"

"Do demons also have spirit forms?"

“If a sentient demon has a strong obsession after death, it will indeed leave behind a wandering spirit.”