T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The biggest worries are often what to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

"Without illness or disaster, he died peacefully in his sleep."

The value of these eight words far exceeded their imagination.

Even if it were a deal where Orange Tea had to gamble with herself, she would be willing to give it a try.

Squid, quilt, and French fries are all people like this.

Needless to say, the Tetramorphic One is something that would make him risk his life.

As for the jailer...

"What are you doing?"

The jailer replied almost 5 minutes later.

"I'm spending time with my family."

Like a floodgate opened, he started rambling on and on.

"Sigh, I got a double beating from my dad and mom."

"My mom's friend told me that I'm not proactive or enthusiastic enough when it comes to blind dates. She even asked if I just like being passive. Sigh..."

"Although I really like it, I just can't quite accept this pace and rhythm."

"Is your claim of being a social terrorist fake?"

"It depends on the person and the person. Am I supposed to go up to someone I like and say, 'I'm a master of prison guards. I have a ton of prison guard pictures on my computer. Want to take a look?'"

"Or, do you know how good I am at finding prison guard diagrams? Everyone calls me the Akina Mountain Speed ​​King. I've driven more hairpin bends in a row than I have in an 86?"

"Anyway, I can't exactly tell her that I have some very sophisticated knowledge about all kinds of prison guards... sigh."

"..."

Orange Tea looked up at her parents, who were still chatting with other elders, and she felt relieved.

She would flee her hometown immediately if she caught even a glimpse of such a conversation.

"I really hope that through these conversations you can realize that you are a pervert."

"Wow, I'm a weirdo in private, but it's not illegal. Are you guys uncomfortable being friends with a weirdo like me?"

Uh……

If you have to put it that way, there's some truth to it.

The prison guard is definitely the best frenemy; he'll definitely be there to back you up if anything happens.

Regardless of how much he can contribute, let's just say whether he came or not!

"Why don't you talk about blind dates and getting double beatings from your dad instead?"

"Then let's not talk about it..."

Seeing that Orange Tea wasn't replying to his message, he sent a seal emoji and continued.

"If she doesn't like it, I can change it."

The jailer paused, then added, "Anyway, as Squid would say, people always grow up and mature; it's just that they haven't encountered the opportunity to change themselves."

"After all, I can't always act like a freshman, with all I can think about is that it's almost lunchtime, and I have to be the first one in to grab the biggest spoonful, then happily head back to my dorm for a nap. If I don't have classes in the afternoon, that's even better, I can sleep until another mealtime!"

"I'm not kidding you, that's how I spent my college years..."

Orange Tea couldn't help but facepalm.

If she hadn't encountered those who blurred the lines between reality and illusion, she would probably still be diligently studying.

Anyway, they won't be as bizarre as the prison guard. Just hearing about it makes me vividly picture him feeding pigs swill, the pigs happily eating it, and then falling fast asleep...

"Because of you guys, I went from a college graduate who was just coasting through life to a celebrity in no time. You ask if it's skill or luck... I'd say I'm more inclined to believe that you brought me good fortune, and I'm well aware of that."

“My dad says I’m ‘naturally stubborn,’ but compared to my brother, I’m really just lucky. Life is so long, I can’t always be lucky, right?”

"Life is long, we can't always be so carefree and happy."

"After all, there's always a next life. For the sake of Mint and the others, I need to grow mentally so I can handle more unexpected situations."

"Now that the Tower World is over, I should try to catch up on my brain and learn something new."

"I wasted a lot of time in college, but thankfully there was a chance to make up for it."

She originally thought that living a life of idleness and complacency was the standard for the prison guard's future, and he had revealed this idea more than once.

Orange Tea was just curious about blind dates, but she never expected that she would directly extract all his innermost thoughts and future plans.

"Just don't get fooled by bad women."

"Wow, I could be fooled by a bad woman? Am I that kind of person?"

"Screenshot taken and sent to Cuttlefish."

"Wow, holy crap, orange tea, how could you be so mean!"

Time flew by amidst the noise.

The boundary between reality and illusion, where all time is devoted to family, has arrived, bringing with it the moment of their appointment with Holora.

As scheduled, the virtual and real worlds crossed the border, packed their bags, left their hometown, and embarked on a journey back to Guangfu—in reality, they were teleported away as soon as they stepped out the door.

With the seven people's thoughts unchanged, Holora slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Believe in yourselves, and believe in the candlelight."

Jiang Heyi smiled and said, "More importantly, I believe in you, Holola."

Holola's plan was not complicated. The moment Weaving Wind's consciousness left her body, she quietly infiltrated the Three Domes Land, used her magic to search for all suspicious places, and found her hidden true body.

That's it.

"If things are impossible, don't force them, like a candle."

The candlelight drooped slightly.

She seemed to have developed some kind of tacit understanding with Holora, which suddenly made Chen Shaoyu feel uneasy.

"Time's up, everyone. Good luck to us all."

"I hope our next meeting won't be on the other side of the starry sky."

……

……

Zhifeng has been inexplicably anxious for almost half a month.

That kind of panic without a specific target, without a concrete threat, without a nameable crisis, is just a vague but overwhelming premonition, pressing down heavily like the low pressure before a storm.

The oppressive, sweltering air, thick and sticky, pressed against my chest, as if my body had sensed an impending threat before my reason could, issuing a fearful warning.

She was astonished that the doll's body could so human-like recreate this emotion, as if it truly belonged to her.

In order to find the root of the problem, she screened and investigated all the suspects.

The evening dew of the Tower World?

No, that's impossible. She's just a pre-programmed sequence of the Stars of Proof, and there's no feedback whatsoever.

Was the candlelight sabotaging things secretly?

She would never dare to break the ironclad rules!

The wind weaves its own story, inspired by candlelight; she understands "herself"!

Unable to quell the anxiety, with nowhere to vent it, it eventually coalesced into boundless rage upon glimpsing the leaderboard.

The Black Sword Divine Punishment was not her last resort; she still had other ways to circumvent the ironclad judgment!

Zhifeng couldn't understand why, despite all the effort she had put into preparing so many advantages for the Three Kingdoms Land, she always ended up failing at the last hurdle.

From the initial exploitation of loopholes to suppress others based on their level, to the later complete domination of the rankings, everything was initially developing in a way that was favorable to them.

When did things start going wrong?

Yes, the boundary between reality and illusion, it's them again.

There is also the celestial globe of Yuru.

The randomness of the Tower World completely broke the original closed and non-interactive environment, instead activating a surge of live-streaming communication on the other side, pushing the achievement of the boundary between the virtual and the real to its highest level.

She didn't understand what she had done wrong.

It was clear that each step had obvious advantages during execution, so why did it collapse suddenly in the middle stage, like a castle built of sand?

The major sects of the Three Realms, including Fuxian Sect, had received her hints long before the Tower World even began.

These natives, who knew that the Tower World was a competition between two worlds, should fear the consequences of failure and, for the sake of the "miraculous methods of the immortals," scrambled to climb to the summit.

But why is it that, apart from a few major sects like Fuxian Sect, the other sects that know the truth are not as good as the unknown, low-level sects?

Among the top 50, these small sects, who only rely on hobbies and interests to study and know nothing about the truth, have shown amazing enthusiasm.

They formed small groups, traveling across mountains and rivers daily to meet offline and share resources.

Online, mutual aid groups were established to distribute the little-known facts that major factions had discarded but were unwilling to share to players across the board.

What devastated her most was that these small circles, without exception, all rejected major sects such as the Fuxian Sect.

On the issue of opposing major sects, they achieved a tacit understanding and unity without needing to unite.

The tentacles that extend from the boundary between the real and the virtual into the Three Realms are particularly evident in the Star Gazing Sect.

Small sects, which had previously struggled to find suitable occasions for communication, are now clearly distinct from large sects.

They all eat the same fried chicken and fries, but when they sit down, they first glance at each other's clothes and then ask about each other's backgrounds.

Players from smaller sects would always politely offer their seats to anyone with a name.

In less than a week, an unspoken rule had been established.

The black stone table at the Star Gazing Sect must be occupied by a high-ranking member.

A white stone table must belong to a minor family.

Even if the exchange takes a long time and there are no available seats, the junior branch will never touch the senior branch's seat.

She pondered for a long time, still unable to understand why things had escalated to this point; it didn't make sense.

These vulnerable people should plead with the Fuxian Sect to provide them with more information.

In her design, this process was intended to benefit the "thugs" of the Fuxian Sect and consolidate their position.

"Where exactly did things go wrong?"

Filled with confusion and maintaining a stern expression, she arrived at the viewing garden where she had arranged to meet the candlelight.

The candlelight hadn't visited this place for almost 10 days, seemingly indifferent to the outcome of the Tower World competition.

The reason you invited her out at this time is because you have won the battle at the boundary between reality and illusion, overtaken others, and consolidated your position, so you came here specifically to mock her, right?

“I didn’t lose. Whether it’s the top 100, 200, or 500, we people from the Three Domes Land are still in the lead.”

"In terms of settlement coefficient, it still leads by a wide margin."

Having prepared her retort, Zhifeng took her seat before the candles that had been teleported to the room, as if she were the master of the place.

"Weaving the Wind".

"There's still almost a month left. Isn't it a bit too early to be showing off? You're still lagging behind."

"..."

"I didn't say anything."

As Zhifeng glanced at the candlelight with a smile in his eyes, his inner anger grew even stronger.

That inexplicable unease rose again, giving her a strong sense of crisis.

A voice kept echoing in my mind.

"Get out of here, quick!"

She frowned, her gaze on the candlelight growing colder, her magic gathering as she prepared to turn back.

She trusted her intuition.