T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

From complete confusion to gradual understanding, and then to gaining a firm footing and responding methodically, the time allotted by the boundary between reality and illusion is 1 minute and 30 seconds.

The rules are easy to learn, far faster than those of guilds that pride themselves on high-level combat power.

"Based on the barrel theory, I thought the prison guard was a big leaky sieve and would cause trouble, but he didn't."

"I thought the four original entities were unreliable, but after I injured my hand with fries, he helped me pull out two wheelchair magic guns."

"Why is everyone giving it their all? Is this fair?"

"Sigh, no, I can't accept a storyline where everyone has a visual representation of the boundary between reality and virtuality. It just doesn't fit my worldview!"

"Dude, I want to see the boundary between reality and illusion suddenly lose its value, causing chaos, embarrassment, and a lot of fun, not to watch you guys show off. What are you doing!"

The boundary between the virtual and real worlds is such that players' chat logs are invisible, and Nong Ya's commentary is also unavailable.

They are thriving.

Fishing has been successfully done in bed yet again.

She pulled a special flame shaped like a small sun into her backpack.

"This is the second time the number of vehicle-mounted weapons has doubled."

"Squid, squid, I caught it! I'm going to give you a good time!"

Eight magic guns hovered in the air, blessed with unlimited ammo; even the squid's fire button was smoking from being pressed so many times.

This kind of silly playstyle, where you don't need to think too much and just unleash all your firepower, is so satisfying.

It's as pure as playing a lawn-cutting game. Just by looking at the number of lawns cut by the game UI, the brain automatically generates pleasure, keeping him in a state of joy at all times.

If it weren't for the system's mandatory requirement, any monster with a normal brain wouldn't be so relentlessly pursuing them.

The Purple Fire Tree Spirit covered its face with vines, unable to open its eyes, and kept saluting the small car at the boundary between reality and illusion, as if its eyes were always filled with tears.

For some reason, a player posted "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi" in the chat.

It's as if the purple fire element is the one who wants to "urge you to drink another cup of wine," and you're chasing after the purple fire element all the way.

Nong Ya truly realized the difficulty of providing commentary on the Chinese server.

It's a bit difficult to understand what Chinese players in the comments section are talking about.

The vehicle in front provides suppressive fire.

The car behind, the wheelchair sprinted forward.

After chasing for half the distance, the purple fire elemental howled in frustration, then fell into the clouds and dissipated into countless flames.

The soldiers in hell were on high alert and dared not slack off, constantly observing through the rearview mirror.

But even after reaching the bottom of the mountain and flooring the accelerator, he still couldn't see any new monsters.

Wow, is it that simple?

The jailer opened the car door and jumped out nonchalantly.

With his arms crossed, he exuded an aura of confidence that said, "Look how handsome I am!"

"My driving skills, rating: 13.0, MVP!"

The person in the blanket shrugged: "You're just a lazy winner. What's the use of driving well without me? The tree spirit can just slap you over."

Squid complained: "You drive so erratically, how dare you talk?"

"Wow, a couple is 2 against 1, and I'm experiencing unprecedented bullying within the team!"

The classic boundary between reality and illusion led to a battle of wits and credit, with each side settling scores, resembling a "fight to the death, or we'll leave tomorrow" scenario 2.0.

But it takes place on the boundary between reality and fiction, and the protagonist of the story is the prison guard.

That's fine.

Jiang Heyi shrugged: "Alright, alright, the MVP is the one who gets carried away, we're the ones who win by lying down. Once we find the wheelchair weapon, we can just defend the back of the car however we want."

The French fries reached out to the audience, showing the burns that were being healed.

"You must kill the fire elementals quickly at the beginning. If you are too slow, the burn effect will be significant, and you may not be able to survive until you get the wheelchair weapon."

If Jiang Heyi were to rate the difficulty of this level out of 10, he would give it a 6.

The real challenge lies in the "skylight" position in your bed.

To accurately hit a fist-sized fireball amidst a shower of petals, especially while the car was moving at high speed, required considerable foresight.

Without her amazing accuracy, the rear elemental damage wouldn't be cleared, and the durability would probably only last a few minutes before reaching zero.

Only after the pressure subsided could they leisurely unleash their magic gun array.

A summary and tips were shared on-site.

Break down the difficulty of the gameplay and tell subsequent players where to place the best members of the team.

Zhi Feng frowned as he looked at it.

With the pressure of offline box openings looming in the Three Realms, many factions finally put aside their prejudices, cooperated wholeheartedly, and unconditionally shared information.

The differences between players in different worlds are too great.

If the Three Kingdoms weren't still firmly in the lead, she would have already been tempted to smear the candlelight...

Oh, the candlelight isn't here tonight either; only my doppelganger sits there.

"Going out with that guy Chen Shaoyu again?"

"Still in the middle of the night?"

Zhifeng increasingly couldn't understand how candlelight was made.

This was a competition that could determine her future fate, yet she wasn't nervous or care at all?

At the late-night food stall recommended by Chen Shaoyu, Zhu Huo ordered a plate of fried noodles and poured vinegar over it vigorously.

She smiled when Chen Shaoyu asked the same question that Zhifeng had.

"When I was observing the chat groups on the boundary between the virtual and the real, I saw the prison guard brother make sarcastic remarks about gamblers."

"After placing the bet, all he could think about was the opening match. Every change in the scene tugged at his heartstrings, and he had no time to appreciate the match itself."

“Look, Zhifeng is that kind of person.”

With a satisfied smile, and to the astonishment of the shop owner, the candlelight flickered as they began to eat... vinegar-dressed noodles.

She seems to have always been this open-minded.

Since I've chosen to believe in the boundary between reality and illusion, I won't let the process overly affect my emotions anymore.

"Your attitude towards life is indeed like that of a puppet, but your emotions... are no different from those of a human."

The candlelight paused for a moment, then stared intently at Chen Shaoyu.

She said solemnly, "Thank you."

"Looking like a human is the compliment that all dolls most want to receive."

……

……

Level 8, settlement points: 700.

Adding the original 3250, the virtual-real boundary now has 3950 points.

The 5000 points required for the store upgrade are still not enough.

"How can there be so few? I feel it was quite difficult." The bed was very dissatisfied with the result of the floor it had worked so hard to reach.

"It's a problem with the affix," Jiang Heyi sighed. "The affix of the Celestial Sphere is based on level suppression, and this level doesn't produce any units with levels, so it's essentially a useless affix that doesn't provide any bonuses."

Orange Tea shrugged helplessly: "Okay, okay, I think I can blame myself this time. Next level, I'll put in a lot of effort and make sure the unlucky words come looking for me."

Now that the team is accumulating points, Orange Tea's good luck has turned into bad luck.

And misfortune can turn into good fortune.

Upon entering the Tower World's preparation space, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds eagerly opened the next level of challenges.

"Ninth floor, Gemini Tarot."

"In this layer, players need to draw from the tarot cards I provide."

"The final selection results will be combined into one and merged into the boss of this floor."

"Defeat the BOSS to successfully complete the level."

"No special mechanism."

Xi Lu clasped her hands together, conjuring a tarot deck, and looked around at everyone with a wicked grin.

"The entry for the Celestial Sphere will appear after the Gemini Tarot is successfully created."

"Now, please choose the fate that awaits you."

Chapter 429 Death and the Wheel of Fate

After Yuru cut the cards, the Tea Master squinted and drew two cards.

"Oh?"

Tarot cards reversed.

A scythe and a man in black robes are faintly visible in the black mist.

A compass covered with markings and pictographic symbols.

The two tarot cards shimmered in Xi Lu's palm.

"The Gemini attribute in Tarot has been confirmed."

"Death, and the Wheel of Fortune."

The Tea Master had zero knowledge of Tarot cards, and immediately turned around to observe everyone's reactions after drawing a card.

French fries covered his face, and Jiang Heyi's lips twitched.

"I smoked it, and it's not good?"

The jailer sighed, "It's hard to say."

As an information merchant who made money for a period of time before the version change, Nong Ya remembers many Tarot element monsters in the Tower World.

Word chain game is just the players' first encounter with them.

The Tarot cards gently lifted only a corner of their veil.

Eyewitness reports from the floors after the celestial globe descended indicate that these individuals each possess multiple special abilities.

The Grim Reaper might use the most cheesy "instant death" magic, but he might also use near-immortality to fight against the player.

The Master of Moderation is a master of restraint, able to freely convert the player's magic and power, causing a sharp decrease in the player's output, while also storing the damage from the player's attacks.

The people of the comical tree defied temperance, and the beautiful girl in white gauze, holding the Holy Grail and walking barefoot, called herself the "Tarot Knight".

Now, another Tarot Knight has appeared before everyone.

She stepped out of the black mist, her toes hovering in the void, as if stepping on an invisible scale.

The jailer didn't have time to appreciate it; a cold glint flashed.

The scythe landed first, embedding itself heavily in the ground, causing a thick black mist to spread.

As the environment changes, boundless darkness suddenly descends, and space and time lose their reference points and become blurred.

Wearing a tattered, dark purple robe, the hem of which looked as if it had been torn by a scythe, the Grim Reaper of the Gemini Tarot revealed a face as pale as bone china. This face, which was about the same age as French fries, remained cold and indifferent.

“Perfect score, usable,” the jailer replied immediately. “I was referring to the foot.”

This is really ruining the mood!

"It fits the appearance of the Grim Reaper, but what about the Wheel of Fortune?" one player wondered.

As if witnessing the bustling chat, Death raised his right hand, and the head of a woman, shedding tears of blood, appeared eerily.

She slammed her head into her chest, and behind Death, the long-haired girl with black hair, carrying the pictographic wheel of fate, moved as if she were a stand-in—maintaining the state of bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Now story-driven players have another plot to imagine: the Tarot Knights seem to be at odds."