T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 103, Section 102. The 8th Floor

During the ten-plus days he spent recuperating at home, Jiang Heyi remained somewhat dazed.

Those distant and illusory memories could not overlap with the reality of the present moment, and the sense of separation was like a knife cutting into his mind.

After applying the potion one last time, Mint removed the bandages from his head, revealing the clear marks from the bumps and bruises.

"What an absurd dream."

Jiang Heyi sat slumped in front of the door, basking in the sun, her hazy eyes still reflecting the lingering echoes of that grand dream.

Recalling how Mint had been busy in the cabin these past few days, those little moments of her life with her vaguely seeped out from the depths of her memory.

Jiang Heyi gradually remembered something.

He was not a native of this world, but a visitor from another world who arrived here by chance.

Mint was the first person he met here, an ordinary, unremarkable pharmacist.

Unable to access the circles of pharmacists, they could only mingle in the streets, making a living by selling various potions, still maintaining a superior status.

In Fragrant Wind City, they were somewhat famous among ordinary adventurers, but they could never save up much money.

In order to give Mint a chance to access higher knowledge, he quietly saved money to acquire various materials so that she could practice.

Their peaceful life as a couple, supporting each other, was shattered when the pregnancy was confirmed.

He also encountered an accident while traveling on a commission, but luckily survived.

However... I lost many memories.

All those loving past moments and sweet memories were swallowed up by the emptiness in my mind after being hurt.

Only when he saw Mint busy at work could he feel a genuine sense that she was his wife.

Their wooden cabin outside Fragrant Breeze City was always bustling. Jiang Heyi, who was reclining on a deck chair, received three or four adventurers who came to buy magic potions in no time.

Adventurers seemed to know him, and before buying potions, they would always casually give him some small gifts they had hunted.

Wild rabbits, whole deer, several plump bass, or perhaps the legs of some kind of edible giant spider.

"When you're healed, you have to cook us something delicious."

Jiang Heyi seems to be known for more than just his strength.

Mint specially put aside her work and ran out to ask about his physical condition. After confirming that he was alright, she rubbed her cheek against his in front of everyone. This intimate gesture attracted the attention of the waiting adventurers, who either glanced at her or whistled softly.

Some people bluntly stated: "It's still so cloying and saccharine."

Mint snorted, "I almost lost him, it's none of your business. If you don't want to make medicine, you can turn left outside."

Jiang Heyi chuckled and unconsciously pulled the half-bent-over mint into his arms.

The warmth of his body and the tangible sensation of skin-to-skin contact brought him satisfaction.

It's not a dream... He's really living here.

Mint went off to work again, leaving the adventurers waiting for the potion to look after themselves.

"Is he still able to participate in the Empire's Adventurers' Tournament given his current injuries?"

"I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic."

"This year's opponents are very strong. Look, [You and Me on the Funny Tree], [Barrel Water God Luo], [Khorne God's Chosen], [Orange Sky Strategy Group], these are all formidable rivals."

"I heard the winner gets 20 silver coins."

"It can also represent the Anna Empire in the upcoming continental trials."

"Sigh, why did I have to get injured at this time?"

Jiang Heyi frowned, his hand already on his forehead.

A strong sense of unease touched something in my mind, causing a sharp, stinging pain.

"what happened to you?"

Seeing Jiang Heyi's furrowed brow and sweat pouring from his forehead, the nearby adventurers quickly gathered around, looking anxious.

In his pain, Jiang Heyi felt that the appearances of these people were shrouded in mist and could not be seen clearly.

The dazed feeling was fleeting; once I came to my senses, everything was as before.

"No, it's just that it's not fully healed yet," he replied, panting.

"Is it really okay?"

"No, really not..."

Jiang Heyi suddenly stopped, looked around, and hesitated to speak.

What is my name?

"A name?" The adventurers burst into laughter. "What are you talking about? You are you."

"I'm asking you, what is my full name?"

"How come you don't even know your own name?"

Jiang Heyi pressed him harder, his eyes cold: "I'm asking you now, tell me, what is my name!"

The "person" before me had distinct features, but his face was shrouded in black mist.

Endless tentacles burst forth from it, as if trying to embrace it.

Jiang Heyi suddenly felt an immense surge of power. He picked up a stool beside him and smashed it over someone's head, startling the other black mist into hiding.

Mint screamed and ran out of the house, grabbing Jiang Heyi's waist and using magic to restrain his movements.

As the strange visions before Jiang Heyi faded, an adventurer clutching his bleeding head stared intently at him, his fear mixed with a hint of anger.

Only when Mint appeared did the hostility in the other person's eyes disappear.

Jiang Heyi slumped to the ground, watching Bohe apologize to everyone.

Helped back into the house, Jiang Heyi lowered her head guiltily, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Mint...I..."

"I know, I understand." Mint gently hugged Jiang Heyi, smoothing her hair and examining the unsightly scar. "Take it slow, there's a long road to recovery."

"With me here, we don't need to research potions, and the money will be enough."

A wave of guilt washed over Jiang Heyi. "You're not my mother!"

A loud shout, seemingly coming from nowhere, pierced Jiang Heyi's ears.

He jumped up as if he had been pricked by a needle.

"What's wrong?" Mint hugged him anxiously, as if afraid he would do something outrageous again.

"Don't try to fool me, no one can replace her!"

As the voice drew nearer, it sounded so familiar… as if I had heard it in some distant and chaotic dream.

A sliver of clarity entered Jiang Heyi's chaotic mind, and the panicked heart, intertwined with guilt and remorse, suddenly calmed down.

He placed his hand on Mint's shoulder and gazed intently at her.

"Mint, can you tell me my name?"

Mint stared wide-eyed in bewilderment: "What are you talking about... How could you forget your own name again!"

Just like when she had just woken up, Mint was so anxious that tears streamed down her face.

"Why can't I remember again? Why is that?"

A strong sense of guilt surged up again, compelling Jiang Heyi to want to apologize.

"I have my own mother, I want to go home!"

The voice from beyond the heavens was so resolute that it gave Jiang Heyi the courage and determination to dispel his confusion.

"Mint, I want my name!"

No matter how much Mint cried, Jiang Heyi would only repeat this one sentence.

Suddenly, Mint's face was shrouded in a dark mist.

The moment the tentacles on her face lunged at Jiang Heyi, a strong sense of weightlessness washed over him.

……

……

The four primal beings lightly swung their swords, and the dazzling light shattered the sky, causing space to distort.

Everything in front of him crumbled, and even his mother, who looked like "Mint," collapsed to the ground in tears.

There was not a trace of confusion or hesitation in his heart.

A strong feeling of weightlessness washed over him, and the Tetramorph gasped for breath, sitting up abruptly.

Looking out the window at the barely bright sky, he hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the bedroom next door.

Looking at his mother, who was still fast asleep, he leaned weakly against the door frame, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

He reached out and touched the headband that had stopped working, and suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

Gently remove it and put it back in the box, the sweating profusely Quasi-Primordial finally sat down in front of the computer.

Opening the chat group, the familiar IDs of the seven people on the boundary between virtual and real worlds came into view, and the feeling of loneliness as if abandoned by the world immediately disappeared.

"What did you all dream about?"

Jiang Heyi also stayed glued to her computer.

Seeing the four primal entities speak, he immediately followed up: "You also dreamed of strange things?"

"Everyone?" Zhong Zemo found it unbelievable. "Me too."

All seven people spoke, confirming their respective chaotic dream scenarios.

Zhong Zemo, the prison guard, and Jiang Heyi all dreamed that Bohe became their wife.

Plain fries, orange tea, and a warm bed are all part of a dream where you're at the Star Speakers Academy, fighting alongside Mint against that powerful noble genius.

In the dream of the Quadruple Primal, Mint becomes his mother, and the two, impoverished, depend on each other for survival, struggling against life's hardships.

Original Fries asked with lingering fear, "What happened... We were supposed to be challenging the 8th floor of the Clearcaster's Underground Temple last night?"

"Level 8? Don't scare me!" The jailer trembled as he looked at the number. "Shouldn't it be Level 6, the large mining area?"

"No, I remember it should be the 8th floor." Zhong Zemo covered his head and thought for a moment.

There are differences.

Apart from the original flavor fries, Zhong Zemo, and the prison guard, no one else had any memories of setting off.

"All I remember are the scenes from when I was in the guild."

Amidst the chattering discussion, Plain Fries typed out his own deduction.

"It's the 8th floor, there's no mistake..." Original Fries pieced together a corner of the fragmented information from the dream, "What did we encounter there?"

For some reason, Jiang Heyi had great faith in the original flavor fries' judgment.

He followed his train of thought and looked at the gaming device he had just taken off with a start.

"An illusion? The monsters on the 8th floor can manipulate illusions?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

In a game played out in a dream, a monster appears that manipulates illusions. In what form will its abilities manifest?

The answer is self-evident.

Unlike conventional games that present illusions, Proof of the Stars offers an extraordinary experience through dream-like intervention.

This is a unique interaction that no other game can achieve.

Can't recall what the monster on the 8th floor looked like? Was it because I never saw it, or did it exist through the illusion and conceal itself?

This unprecedented gaming experience left the boundary between the virtual and real worlds both exhilarating and somewhat chilling as the player came to their senses.

Just how deeply can the witnesses of the stars penetrate their thoughts?

"Wait, it seems we've finally escaped?"

"Isn't it because the game time is up?" the jailer asked curiously.

“No… I think I heard the voice of the Quadruple Primarch,” said Original Fries.

(End of this chapter)