T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Summoned creatures have a clear advantage on the 7th floor. Their lack of speed is not a problem; their strength lies in helping players delay the release of skills and can be deployed in advance in the areas where monsters may spawn, thus blocking the entrance in advance.

After making the goblin sauce, the jailer scratched his head in confusion.

While he could still communicate, he said, "I remember hamsters also eat their own feces."

Orange Tea pursed her lips: "I'll look into it when I get back."

Magic Mirror: "(ヮ)*:"

"You got lectured by your classmates, so please don't hold a grudge when answering questions~~~~"

Jiang Heyi and the fries shivered in unison.

Zhong Zemo covered his face with his hands, unable to bear to look at the blanket.

Someone speaks in the tone of a prison guard, with a sweet, drawn-out ending; anyone who hears it will have nightmares.

As expected of the Tetraprototype, it was well-informed and had exceptional resistance, and was actually laughing happily.

In the chat, not many people had his good attitude; the chat was filled with "heh," vividly describing everyone's state of mind at that moment.

I really wish I had never been born.

"The way it talks is hardly calming; it's a sure way to stir up trouble."

"His voice is so sarcastic and exactly the same, he's really good at making people lose their temper. Isn't this the prison guard guy's long-lost brother from the game?"

Some people have already noticed the unusual behavior on the side of the prison guard.

Compared to the physical struggle required in bed, where you have to fight your way through to a result, the prison guard seems to have solved the problem simply by standing still and waving his hand.

"Wow, the jailer dealt with the monsters so efficiently! What skill did he use to wipe out a horde of goblins in one hit? Do necromancers have such excellent area-of-effect magic?"

"Maybe they're better equipped. Didn't the people from Orange Sky say that, apart from the Tea God, everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds has entered an era where nothing but gold is allowed?"

"Sigh, I'm daydreaming again. I fantasize about meeting Tea God and Potato Guild Leader when the server opens, and being recruited into their guild. I fantasize about breaking through the qualifiers with them, and becoming a world-renowned T0 player by simply enjoying the rewards."

Magic Mirror: "(ω)"

"I want to give you more animal-related questions, Orange Tea."

The bad kids are making great strides.

Question 3: What animal has ears on its legs?

Unsurprisingly, the chat window was filled with question marks.

The blanket's eyes lit up: "A cricket."

"How did you know?" Zhong Zemo clapped his hands. "You knew that too?"

"I heard my grandfather mention it when I was little, from watching him play."

There isn't a single grandfather in the orange tea shop who plays with crickets, so it seems they have no chance to come across this little-known fact.

She hesitated for a long time, said nothing, and waited until the end of another round of questions.

The goblin was upgraded to a level 25 troll.

Even without weapons, when seven or eight burly, green-skinned men, reeking of decay, charged at him with howls, the jailer's heart still skipped a beat.

The dutiful zombies and skeletal guards rammed into him, buying him less than two seconds of effective casting time.

"The generation and triggering of the Corruption Nuclear Explosion are affected by [Weight], and the bloom will be delayed."

"Trolls burst faster than goblins, so we must adjust the trajectory of pre-cast spells."

In a flash, all sorts of ideas came to mind for the jailer.

The trolls stepped forward, crushing the zombies and bones, their movements woven by invisible threads that would shape their trajectory for the next few seconds.

"The distance needs to be fine-tuned."

Thinking this, the jailer lightly pushed off the ground and moved backward.

As his body levitated, magic surged from his fingertips, lightly touching the ground.

Dark green smoke billowed, followed by a deafening roar, and blinding light tore through the swirling dust, piercing the eyes of the spectators.

The roaring shockwave propelled the jailer's body far away the instant the explosion took shape, and he rolled to his feet with a comical, slow motion, appearing two or three beats slower than what an average person would expect.

Apart from a little dust on the clothes, they were perfectly fine.

The entire set of response actions was smooth and fluid.

Predict the area affected by the explosion after the skill's delay and make minor adjustments to your position.

By utilizing the fact that [weight] does not affect secondary effects, and by using the impact of the explosion to push back, a safe distance can be created.

Taken individually, it's just a simple operation, nothing special.

However, combining these elements and giving them a reaction window of only two seconds, while striving for perfection, is enough to filter out most players.

Judging solely by the guild prefixes that blur the lines between reality and fiction, players will accept even the most outstanding or outrageous maneuvers.

"Oh, it's them. Then it's alright."

It's natural that T0 guilds are strong; everyone assumes they can be incredibly powerful.

But judging from the ID, the prison guard is an expert in appraisal.

Hmm... not sure, we need to observe further.

Jiang Heyi noticed the astonishment and doubt among the spectators.

What he was really impressed by was that the prison guard had become much more composed.

To conserve mana, he didn't maximize the output of Corruption Explosion, aiming for perfect kills with minimal resource consumption in the first two rounds.

This round of spellcasting was sudden and he couldn't gauge the appropriate level, so he didn't continue to be greedy.

A skilled damage dealer knows when to be greedy and when not to; their inner hourglass serves as a warning.

Being able to control one's desire to be greedy is a huge step forward.

He only answered 1 out of 3 questions correctly, and it was two consecutive wrong answers.

However, he didn't say much, but humbly begged the Tea Master to put in more effort.

You need to answer 10 questions correctly to pass the level; if you get them wrong, you'll level up and enter a new monster prize pool.

Even if he could cover everything, he couldn't withstand the growing number of burly men shouting battle cries and staging a scene of a strongman locking up a man.

Magic Mirror: "()"

Question 4: Please name an aquatic animal that can change its gender.

French Fries' eyes narrowed slightly as she keenly noticed that Orange Tea's lips parted slightly and then closed again.

You figured out the answer, but then realized it was wrong?

The jailer didn't yell or scream, he just sighed helplessly.

"When I looked at the description of the snail girl, I realized that they were hermaphroditic, but unfortunately it doesn't fit the theme."

4 out of 1.

Three consecutive mistakes.

The prison guard is enjoying great fortune.

The troll's level has increased to 30.

The number of refreshes increased from single digits to 18 at once.

The refresh queue includes 3 giant mages who immediately cast blessings on their companions to amplify their physical attributes.

The pale blue threads drifted through the air, unexpectedly shooting into the body of one of the giant mages.

The jailer used his right hand to drag forcefully, while his left hand condensed a corrupted nuclear explosion. With a thought, he micro-managed three skeletal guards, and the three zombies formed a human wall to block the troll's charge.

Instantaneous multithreaded operation has proven effective.

The level difference is not significant, and the spirit manipulation is not an upgraded version, so it is impossible to perform the advanced operation of extracting the soul of the giant mage.

A brief interruption can lead to unexpected and amazing results.

The "Blessing of the Wind," which was originally meant to be cast on the troll to increase its movement speed, was instead manipulated by the jailer with a puppet-like motion.

The magic, which had been brewing for a long time, passed through the troll horde and gently landed on the jailer.

Before the spectators could even see what was happening, they discovered that the jailer, who should have been crawling at a snail's pace, had dodged the troll's spiked club that was being thrown from afar like a normal person.

The corrupted nuclear explosion turned into a landmine, and the troll stepped on it...

"Boom~~~"

The scene was a bloody mess. The jailer looked at the half-eaten troll entrails hanging on his body, breathed a sigh of relief, and casually tossed them aside.

In the first two rounds, the equipment could still overwhelm the opponent, and there was no exaggerated level difference between the level 30 troll and the level 33 jailer.

Both in quantity and condition, they are clearly superior to him.

But the jailer was able to defuse the troll's overwhelming attack and turn the tide.

Is it ruthless domination of weaker opponents or genuine skill? The answer lies in the details.

"That can't be right... In my memory, the jailer was a big sieve. During the qualifiers, he was just sucking up blood without contributing anything."

"Stop the bashing. After the qualifiers, when he became famous for his strategy of 'Boundary Between Reality and Illusion,' he was like a leech, sucking but never spitting out."

"Is this the result of absorbing too much divine power and achieving mastery?"

"Numbers are one aspect, but his operations and judgments, which seem easy from our God's perspective, are truly remarkable when you put yourself in his shoes. His ability to react in all situations is a testament to his hard skills."

"Could he really be a genius?"

"As you know, I've always been a big fan of Prison Guard Brother. I've been active in Prison Guard Brother's group for a long time. His pictures... oh, his actions are unforgettable. All the smears I made about Prison Guard Brother before were instigated by netizens, not my own intention."

Amazingly, Orange Tea got three questions wrong in a row, while Jailer Bro's flawless performance in covering for her attracted more and more attention.

Magic Mirror: "(≧≦)"

"Ugh, orange tea is so weak."

"You don't even know such simple animal facts? Well then, I'll continue!"

Orange Tea clenched his fist.

She understood why Zhong Zemo said he wanted to punch the examiner to death.

She wanted to too.

Question 5: What color is the skin of a polar bear?

"Black," Orange Tea replied immediately.

The chat window was flooded with question marks.

Magic Mirror: "(°ロ°)!"

"That was fast this time. Did you happen to come across an area you're familiar with?"

Orange Tea pursed her lips, remaining silent.

The jailer instinctively prepared for multi-threaded operations, but the tea master's quick reply put his mind at ease.

The two half-dragon demon warriors that had already spawned were silenced and turned into ProMax versions of trolls.

Question 6: Which animals do not get cancer?

Orange Tea blurted out, "Naked mole-rats, and by the way, they have a very long lifespan."

Magic Mirror: "Σ(°△°|||)︴, Correct answer."

"Such an impressive aura! Chacha was clearly confused before, wasn't she?"

Orange Tea (covering face)

She could accept the Magic Mirror speaking in the tone of a jailer, and she could also accept it speaking in a sweet tone that gave her goosebumps.

Cha Cha, what kind of weird nickname is that?

She kept waving her hand: "Next question, next question."

With 3 out of 6 shots, the rhythm suddenly improved.

The half-dragon next door, who was a prison guard, was now suffering from muscular dystrophy. The recoil from his spell actually sent one of the guards flying backwards, which was quite amusing.