T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The monster is not human; its head is more decorative than functional and cannot cause fatal damage.

Stunned by the blow, the monster paused for only two seconds before continuing to pound on the door.

"ignore me?"

Nong Ya gritted her teeth and rushed to the first floor.

He took a box containing medicine from the cabinet in the living room.

This is a thoughtful gift from Orange Tea, containing a full range of emergency medicines.

They went into the kitchen and rummaged through everything, their ears perked up.

The muffled pounding on the door continued, indicating that there was still time.

"The bottle...the bottle...I've got it!"

Nong Ya knew that Mo Yu Ge, a thrifty and hardworking guy, would not throw away empty spice bottles, but would wash them and keep them for later use.

Even if a person is close to financial freedom, the habits they develop can be ingrained in their bones.

Nong Ya was very fortunate to have good language skills. In order to explain better, she studied hard and recognized all the Chinese characters in the kitchen.

Found the cooking oil!

A little cooking oil.

A bottle full of high-concentration alcohol.

Thank goodness, Orange Tea, you're so sweet and thoughtful, you prepared so much!

There was no scissors in the kitchen, so Nong Ya saw the knife set arranged from top to bottom, took out the one she was best at, and cut it in two with one stroke.

"not good!"

She heard a crisp sound.

The banging on the door suddenly became clearer, which meant that the monster had made a hole in the door.

Nong Ya stuffed everything into the backpack that the prison guard had bought—who would be a good person and cover their backpack with stickers showing off their beautiful feet?

Upon reaching the second floor, they found that the monster had indeed smashed a huge hole in the door.

But it doesn't seem very smart. If it were Nong Ya doing it, she would reach in and unlock the door instead of continuing to bang on it.

"What was the ratio of alcohol to oil again...?"

"Never mind, as long as it can be blown up."

After fiddling with the items in her backpack, Nongya obtained three simple Molotov cocktails.

But as she threw the ball, she remembered the most serious problem.

What if it catches fire while playing like this?

If the monster isn't killed and sets the house on fire, how will she put out the fire and move all seven people out by herself?

In that brief moment of distraction, the monster began to move.

It actually reached its hand into the breach and started fumbling for the lock!

She glanced at the Molotov cocktail, then at the monster, and gritted her teeth.

"Go to hell!"

Nong Ya suddenly swung the cleaver, its cold light drawing a sharp arc.

When the blade pierced the monster's wrist, it made a dull "thud" sound, as if it were cutting into soaking wet rotten wood.

The rotten chunk of flesh snapped open, revealing blackened bone fragments mixed with wood chips.

The monster tilted its head, its sculpted features contorting in confusion, as if it didn't understand what was happening.

Nong Ya was trembling all over; the tension was causing her brain to lack oxygen, and even the hand holding the knife was numb.

Her body took over control, and almost driven by a sliver of will, she ignored her nausea and picked up the still-wriggling severed arm.

The smell reminded Nong Ya of the magnificent scene that awaited her when she opened the refrigerator after it had lost power for a week and she had been away from home for a week.

The refreshing stench went straight to my head, dispelling my tension.

Nong Ya could feel her brain mobilizing all her body organs, stimulating her adrenaline levels, and her stiff body instantly surged with a continuous stream of power.

With her mind and body still functioning, she swung her arm sharply, throwing it several meters away from the ground floor.

The monster's shutdown also ended at this moment.

Among the three options—attacking the boundary between reality and illusion, attacking Nongya, and retrieving the severed hand—it clearly chose the latter two.

His only arm, like a hammer, was raised high.

Nong Ya gripped the railing and with a sudden burst of strength, slipped away from the terrifying blow that could have broken the handrail.

She tried not to think about what the consequences would be if that blow landed on her body.

Seeing the monster aiming at her, Nong Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as I'm not chasing the boundary between reality and illusion, I can still operate!"

The ground floor is open, enough for her to play guerrilla warfare with the monster, and maybe even have a chance to draw its aggro and ask for help.

Just as she was thinking this, Nong Ya caught a glimpse of her Molotov cocktail set.

At this moment, she was approximately two meters away from the stairs leading downstairs, the monster, and the Molotov cocktail.

Such a surreal monster, without any lethal items, and with his stamina exhausted, his chances of winning are slim.

"greedy!"

How can you win if you're not greedy!

She made a sprinting motion toward the stairs, tricking the monster into climbing to the top of the stairs to intercept her.

"Hehe, actually there's a second staircase on the other side, silly..."

Chi-

With a muffled thud, Nong Ya felt something hit her left arm hard.

Then came a tremendous force that caused her body to tilt, her sprinting motion to become distorted, and she almost stumbled and fell.

Perhaps because her body was secreting enough adrenaline, she picked up the Molotov cocktail and glanced down at it.

Sharp glass pierced into the flesh of her left arm.

The shattered metal shards from the door tore through her skin and lodged deep in her arms and shoulders.

With his incredible power, the monster swept these small, fragmented items around and turned them into deadly hidden weapons.

With just one exertion, Nong Ya felt excruciating pain on the left side of her body.

She dared not run away with all her might, and had to look back from time to time.

Once the monster stops chasing, the boundary between reality and illusion will be lost.

The phone suddenly lit up.

Someone sent me a private message on the Stars of Wisdom app.

The sender's ID for the private message could not be viewed, but the message content reassured Nong Ya.

"Hold on."

Does anyone know what's happening here?

The monster, like a spider, used its remaining three arms to climb up the wall to the first floor and headed straight for the severed arm.

The bottle breaks through the air and slides.

The flickering flames landed and quickly spread along with the splashed liquid, adhering to the severed arm.

Pale blue flames burst into flames in an instant, enveloping the rotting severed arm.

The monster paused, and after several seconds, it slowly turned its head.

A broken head, artificially sculpted, with distorted eyes that gleam with hatred.

Nong Ya took out the blowtorch that Cuttlefish used to singe pig bristles, lit another Molotov cocktail, and threw it without hesitation.

Then came the last bottle.

The two bottles arrived one after the other, leaving no room to dodge. In an instant, the monster's massive body, nearly 2.5 meters tall, burst into flames, hissing and crackling in the sea of ​​fire.

The monster swayed its gradually dying body, emitting eerie cries that were neither human nor inhuman.

It disregarded everything, smashing through all obstacles in its path, like a runaway chariot, rushing towards Nongya.

Having fought to this point and already exhausted, Nong Ya did not run away. Standing behind the island not far from the kitchen, she stared at the burning demon that seemed to have come from hell and took deep breaths.

The monster's burning arm tried to smash her head, and Nongya ducked to avoid it.

Feeling the fierce wind of the punches grazing her scalp, the marble of the island platform shattering, and falling stones pattering down on her head, she remained calm and didn't rush to look up.

Hearing the monster's heavy footsteps, they moved in the opposite direction.

Another punch landed, the fiery arm slamming into the marble island counter as if demolishing it. Nong Ya, however, was as nimble as a mouse, emerging unscathed.

Scattered pieces of flesh lay on the ground, no longer able to miraculously heal on their own as they had when they first met.

The flames are driving out the evil from the monster's body!

Thank you for the high-concentration alcohol!

The monster finally became agitated. It pounded wildly on the platform, seemingly trying to completely crush this huge obstacle.

Beiwo described to Nongya her reaction when she saw a cockroach disappear under her bed while she was sleeping, and it was exactly the same.

The monster climbed onto the bar counter, attempting to leap up and crush Nongya.

Nong Ya, unhurriedly, turned around, and after he landed, moved back counterclockwise, completing the exchange of positions between the two.

She made the most of a bar counter.

The red is warm.

The wind has completely turned red.

Trapped, she could not control the monster herself and could only give orders through her clone.

The process of transmitting information from Wind Weaver to Clone to Blood Puppet involves two separate transmissions, resulting in significant delays.

The sluggishness that Nongya sensed in the monster was the result of a high-ping warrior attempting micro-management.

The candlelight laughed.

“Zhifeng, the backup plan you painstakingly planned seems to be running out of energy.”

"Flesh and blood that have been burned by flames cannot be restored."

"The core you gave it doesn't have the redundancy to release magic; it can only keep it active."

"How to do?"

Zhi Feng was furious.

"shut up!"

The candlelight then burst into laughter.

"A guy who has mastered magic was able to have his creation ruined by an ordinary mortal, and you still dream of proving your strength to the ruler?"

"You piece of trash, you don't even have the chance to see the Sovereign, you're just the lowest of scum!"

Anyone can say harsh words.

The usually calm candlelight erupted after witnessing Zhifeng's despicable behavior once again.

Chen Shaoyu couldn't help but nod.

Yes, yes, that's how it has to be. How can it be without aggression!

During the conversation, the monster in front of Nong Ya gradually fell silent.

The flames covering its entire body were still burning, and the remaining fat in the rotting flesh made it burn even more fiercely, like a giant bonfire.

Nong Ya dared not be negligent. She took the pole used to hang clothes at the boundary between the real and virtual areas and poked it several times.

The monster tilted its body and fell heavily to the ground.