T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Hey, you little brat, have you eaten?"

The mages who ruled the dream world were terrified when they saw the dark elves suddenly appear before them.

Isn't she locked in combat with the warriors in the guild?

The man in the blanket grinned wildly: "If you haven't eaten, then take my sword!"

At the crucial moment, the magician, unable to dodge in time, was fatally stabbed in the throat by the blanket. Still not satisfied, she kicked the still-standing corpse into another group of archers who were preparing to ambush the original flavor fries.

Great footwork, great power!

Distracted by the blankets, only one magician successfully cast the spell.

Flames flickered beneath the feet of the original-flavor fries, white smoke rose from the solid ground, and blazing flames spewed out, engulfing her.

"Holy crap, boss, please don't get hurt!" Bed was frantic, shouting at Jiang Heyi and the others, "Why are you guys just standing there watching?!"

Yes, why do you think that is?

Crimson blood mist enveloped the original flavor fries.

Jiang Heyi complained, "Now she's dipping it in her least favorite ketchup."

A red lightning bolt pierced straight into the center of the Dream Lords' group, and Vice President Black Night Lord was cut in half at the waist before he could even react.

The crimson blade flashed continuously, spewing out invisible streams of energy that tore through the armor of the surrounding players.

As the number of kills increased, the crimson particle light effect on the original fries became increasingly intense, making it almost impossible to discern their shape.

Corpses littered the ground, spirits everywhere.

The original flavor fries single-handedly killed nearly 30 people.

"Remember to cut out this footage and send it tomorrow," Zhong Zemo reminded him.

Panting, the plain fries chimed in, "I can do it myself."

The person in bed was stunned. Only after hearing the conversation at the boundary between reality and illusion did they hurriedly hand over the [Thief's Key] they had just picked up—thankfully, they hadn't been quick enough to put it in their backpack.

A dazzling beam of starlight fell straight down and entered a wisp of spirit.

The Night Lord actually took advantage of the in-game resurrection opportunity given to players at the start of the game.

This is a really good product that you won't have once you've used it all.

"How about we discuss the boundary between the real and virtual worlds?"

Jiang Heyi asked, "What are we discussing?"

"We can give you a satisfactory price, just don't record the video..."

A flash of crimson light, and the original flavor fries were once again split in two by the Lord of the Night.

This is the answer to the question of the boundary between the real and the virtual.

The Lord of the Night, with words still unspoken, returned to his spirit form and vanished.

"Awesome, awesome!" Looking at the six people on the boundary between reality and illusion, the blanket's eyes were practically sparkling.

Jiang Heyi asked in bewilderment, "And what's wrong with you? How did you end up invading us with the people who control the dreams?"

The woman in the blankets showed off the [Thief's Key] in her backpack: "I'm hacking into them too."

Everyone was taken aback; so that's what happened.

As the bed invaded the world bubble of the dream world, the dream world was also invading the boundary between reality and illusion, thus creating the bizarre spectacle of three cars crashing together.

“You should know that the people who rule the dream world have always acted in groups, right?” Zhong Zemo asked.

The blanket nodded repeatedly, and the high-tied black ponytail trembled incessantly.

"You knew about it and still invaded?" Plain Fries asked, somewhat surprised.

The cost of a failed invasion is considerable. The curse of sin hanging over her head can either be left to dissipate naturally over time, or she can travel to the Dawn Monasteries throughout Anna and ask the nuns for their help in dispelling it.

The blanket helplessly explained why it did this.

She is a lone wolf player, always acting alone after entering the game, and her activity area is the Tranquil Forest outside Windjammer City.

Because it's a single-player game, her world bubble rarely overlaps with others, until she accepts a request from an NPC in Windpod City to explore a conflict zone.

And that happens to be the place where the master of dreams likes to block people's way and annoy them.

I saw a player being surrounded by the Dream Lord demanding protection money while I was in bed. I got angry and decisively went up and killed them.

However, she was also besieged as a result. During the battle, the Dream Overlord deliberately prolonged the battle time and used splash magic to deplete the durability of her equipment.

By the time she realized what the other person meant, she thought she had a chance to escape, and had already taken all the potions in her backpack...

She died, her equipment broke, and she ran out of potions, and the player she helped didn't even appreciate it...

The more he thought about his bankrupt bed, the angrier he became. After a few days of calming down, he bought the [Thief's Key] from another player.

Because the thief's key is bound to the player who acquires it, the player must kill the player who has the key to retrieve it, which means that the key is extremely expensive.

"And yet, you still managed to scrape together enough money to teleport here..." Jiang Heyi was impressed. "You really have a strong desire to kill."

"Anyway, as long as I raise enough money, I'm going to invade their territory once, and kill as many as I can!" He clenched his fist under the covers.

The Dream Master probably never expected there would be such vengeful people, willing to give up the game to crush them.

The plain fries were amused: "But what are you going to do now?"

When asked this question, the person in bed looked completely bewildered.

Right, what should she do now?

The people who ruled the dream realm were all killed and are in a weakened state. They probably won't be able to raise enough money for the teleportation temple in a short time.

She can't just sit there like an idiot, waiting for the other party to respawn, can she?

"Hey boss, take me with you! I'll do anything for you!"

He slid to his knees in bed and grabbed the hand of the original flavor fries.

Wait a minute... Jiang Heyi felt like he'd seen this scene before.

The prison guard's DNA has been activated.

"You're willing to do anything. What kind of mindset led you to say that?"

The blanket's eyes lit up, and it quickly turned to look at the jailer.

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but laugh. This scene was comparable to an Eastern fan playing some extremely abstract memes, and then suddenly finding that the other person could pick up on them and exclaim, "Holy crap, you're a Viet Cong too!"

What kind of cyber code word?

"I just need a pro to take me through the dungeon and let me scrape together some travel expenses. I want to keep camping out and killing the Dream Lord. Consider this a hired kill."

Jiang Heyi's private message lit up.

Original French fries: "Lone wolf, complex ingredients, we share a common language, and they meet our standards."

Yeah, this guy's skills are pretty good too; his positioning control just now was amazing.

The same private message was also sent to other people, and it quickly ended up on Jiang Heyi.

At this moment, the jailer and his quilt were still exchanging secret signals.

"White horse."

"I'll make sure he never comes back!"

"Lala is the woman who could be my mother."

"Commander-in-Chief Char, let's lose Axis one more time!"

The jailer nodded with satisfaction, and was about to move on to something more difficult and abstract when Jiang Heyi interrupted him.

"[I haven't returned from my sealed bed since], so it's obviously not an option for me to take you through dungeons."

The blanket sighed helplessly.

"But if you join us and lend a hand, it's not out of the question."

The blanket blinked, and after a while, she cried out loudly.

"Really? Really?"

“We’re short of Palu for guild wars,” Zhong Zemo said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Our small, run-down guild can’t even get enough people.”

The incredible news had stunned her, and she dazedly clicked to confirm the guild invitation sent by Jiang Heyi.

"How could you not be able to gather enough people? As long as you release the news, countless applications will flood the list."

"I believe that, but who told you to run into us first? It's quite a strange coincidence," Jiang Heyi complained. "If it had been two days later, we might have really done what you said."

[Sealed Bed Still Has Not Returned], Martial Artist, Level 4, currently the person with the lowest level at the boundary between the real and virtual worlds.

Considering her level, to dare to confront the Dream Ruler is incredibly bold and skillful.

The sinful state of the bed needed to be eliminated, so Jiang Heyi gave her several purple materials and returned to the monastery in Fengjia City to entrust the nuns with the task.

Upon returning to bed, he greeted everyone in turn, calling everyone "big boss" and referring to himself as a leg accessory.

The tetra-primate was rather quiet, so the person in bed took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Hey, Four Primitives, I saw in the community that you just joined the guild recently. Were you pulled in like me?"

The Primal Body laughed and said, "I'm not some big shot, I'm pretty bad."

"How could that be? I clearly heard that you are the only lone wolf in the guild, always operating outside Windjall City, soloing monsters."

"You can single-handedly advance another area's questline for the guild and complete all the high-difficulty raids on your own..." The bed was full of admiration. "You must be the best of the best."

The words made the four original entities feel awkward.

If he could, he wouldn't want to play alone, but as a working stiff, he can only log on late at night after working overtime. What can he do?

So, in the eyes of other players, I am such a profound and unfathomable figure?

Seeing the admiration in the eyes of the person in bed, the four original bodies felt inexplicably guilty.

Hopefully, the child won't be too disillusioned later...

Jiang Heyi sent a private message to Original Flavor Fries: "You've found a worthy opponent for Brother Jailer. Bed is also a social bull, and he can talk a lot."

"Isn't that great?" Original Fries replied, "That way the guild will never be dull. The two of them can chat all day long, and it'll be lively to watch."

"What are we going to fight now?" the bedmate asked eagerly. "I'll make sure to provide the best firing line for the pros!"

"The fifth floor of the Underground Temple of the Clarities," Jiang Heyi introduced, while trading the green-quality Clarities equipment that everyone had shared to Beiwo.

"Wow, thank you so much... I haven't done anything yet, and you're already feeding me? Should I perform some talent show?"

This guy, Bed, has a bit of a comedic talent.

"Here, you can use the weapons I discarded."

Taking the long knife handed to her by the original flavor fries, Beiwo immediately said, "I promise to help Sister Fries set up the gun line later."

"How about you take care of the guardian of the fifth floor for me while you're at it?"

The bed: "?"

A day in the life of Palu, a day in the life of the Tetraprime...

Chapter 52, Level 5, cleared!

Without the interference of the Slime King's magic, the boundary between reality and illusion that had been completed by the teleportation did not scatter across the fourth layer.

Jiang Heyi led the team up a small hill on the edge of the monastery.

The Monastery of the Clarity still retains its dilapidated appearance after the great battle with the Slime King, with no sign of life amidst the broken walls and ruins.

The Slime King has disappeared. She forcefully teleported everyone away when the dungeon ended that day. Where has she gone now?

The woman in the blanket stared wide-eyed: "Is this the ruins formed after the great battle between the boundary between reality and illusion and the monsters?"

Well... if you insist on saying it that way, then you're not wrong.

As they passed through the ruins of the monastery, Jiang Heyi suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Zemo looked around warily, but saw nothing unusual.

Illusion?