T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 14. What? The underground temple has twelve levels?

Putting the group aside, Jiang Heyi began her information gathering work.

The game's first breakout streamer, [Watermelon Shaomai], has become a universally disliked figure after Jiang Heyi gifted him a "collapse gift package." Now, all his videos are protected, and he's trying to play dead to avoid this backlash.

Four days have passed since the game started, and eight days have passed in-game. Many people have accumulated enough material, so well-edited videos of Proof of the Stars have appeared online, including some popular streamers with high traffic.

After searching for the guild, Jiang Heyi's lips curled up. Sure enough, someone had directly provided materials to speed up the construction process.

Like homesteads, guild areas are located in a separate space, which is referred to in the game as the "world bubble".

Although he kept it a secret and didn't reveal more details, it's certain that there are also dolls in the guild providing services to players.

Looking back at the chat group, the group owner had already been handed over to Jiang Heyi.

Plain fries speak very briefly and most of the time lack the ability to continue the conversation.

Therefore, once Jiang Heyi is not around, the small group is basically dominated by the prison guard and Orange Tea.

The prison guard's strong social skills allowed him to always come up with new topics, and the orange tea was also a big supporter.

Sigh, I just hope that orange tea doesn't get distorted.

Jailer Bro @Everyone: "Rumor has it that participating in guild wars requires a guild to have at least 7 members."

"Where did this rumor come from? Is it really true this time?" Jiang Heyi asked, puzzled.

"So far, there's no information about this game that's completely unreliable," Original Fries reminded.

"Seven people... is that required by the competition format?"

Jiang Heyi opened the official website, but the competition rules had not been updated.

The jailer sent another seal rolling emoji: "Looks like five people aren't enough."

"Where can I find two more people?" Jiang Heyi pondered.

"Everyone has their own dreams, and each person lives a wonderful life. Disband!"

The jailer's words made Orange Tea ask two questions.

The others, used to the prison guard's quirky personality, naturally ignored his remarks.

The original flavor fries said, "There's still a month left, no rush."

Time passed slowly during the intermittent chat. Jiang Heyi, having completed his daily exercise goals, easily drifted off to sleep. Upon entering the game, he found himself at the entrance to the Temple of the Clarity, the very place he had logged off the previous night.

"World Bubble information has been read."

"Building..."

The buried temple entrance, without any signs of excavation, was revealed by an invisible hand as it was brushed across, exposing the deep pit where the nun was buried and the passage leading to the depths of the temple.

"Four in a row again, Squid is definitely the last one," the jailer complained.

Orange Tea tilted her head in confusion: "Does Squid not sleep very well?"

"It has little to do with sleep quality... It's most likely due to his wife."

Because Zhong Zemo made a self-deprecating joke in the group today, Jiang Heyi stopped being the riddle solver.

"Don't get the wrong idea," the jailer wagged his index finger. "That's not what we meant."

“Only you mean that.” Jiang Heyi glanced at him sideways. Fortunately, Orange Tea couldn’t understand the jailer’s implication at all. He continued to explain, “Cuttlefish’s wife doesn’t like him playing games.”

"Ah...but...isn't it just sleeping? It doesn't take up time when you're awake."

"Who knows?" Jiang Heyi shrugged.

It's not surprising that anything can happen to someone who can't even afford 200 yuan.

During the casual chat, Zhong Zemo finally came online.

"Sorry, sorry... there was a slight accident."

The distress on Zhong Zemo's face vanished the moment he saw everyone. Hearing that everyone was waiting for him to start the meal, he immediately smiled and took out the tools and ingredients to start cooking honey-roasted rabbit.

Why have you come back again?

Seeing Jiang Heyi and his group squatting at the temple entrance roasting rabbits, the nun reappeared at midnight, her tone urgent, "The blood of the Pure Ones is about to run dry. Are you going to leave the souls of countless devout people unable to rest in peace?!"

After taking a few hurried bites and regaining his composure, Jiang Heyi immediately explained, "We want to see what the Eternal Night Church is all about."

"experience……"

"Yes, experience, seeing is believing."

The nun ghost hesitated for a moment, then let out another long sigh: "It seems I cannot persuade you."

An obsidian lantern was lifted from the soil beneath the corpse, and as the nun chanted softly, a wisp of holy white light flickered within the lantern's enclosed space.

"Take it with you; it can open up a path hidden by magic for the Clear Ones."

That's right, this is the "lamp" mentioned in the unknown revelation.

The value of orange tea is still increasing!
Jiang Heyi reached out and took the lantern, but it didn't move an inch.

"Perhaps, we really can do something about it?"

Upon hearing this, the magic the nun had cast on the lantern dissipated.

Zhong Zemo asked curiously, "Can't you come with us?"

“If you want to escape, I can at least guarantee… this passage is still open,” the nun said. “This is the last thing I can do for you.”

"Is there anything else you can tell us about the Church of Eternal Night?"

"Whether it is the Eternal Night Cultists or their creations and contracted life forms, they all fear light, fire, and thunder, which are the only elements that can tear apart their magic in the eternal night."

"Are there no survivors of the Pure Ones in the temple?"

“Perhaps, but I can’t guarantee they’ll remain conscious,” the nun cautioned. “Beware of the Whisperers; they are sorcerers skilled in mental magic within the Church of Eternal Night. When you hear strange echoes in your ears, they are nearby. Don’t be seduced.” Plain Fries bowed slightly to the nun with utmost respect: “How can we help you?”

“Live on, and with all that you have witnessed, tell all nations and continents that the eternal night will turn into a plague, and calamity is imminent.”

"besides……"

The nun's spirit cupped her hands in a gesture of respect, and illusory bubbles appeared in her palms, slowly drifting toward the crowd.

"My consciousness is shattering. This is what I can still remember: the temple where scriptures and sacred objects are kept..."

The map of the Clear Ones' Underground Temple expands rapidly the moment Bubble is acquired.

"The fragments of memory of the Clarity One [Alna the Windcaller] are merging."

"Holy crap..." Upon seeing the map, the jailer couldn't catch his breath. "Damn it..."

"This...it's so big." Even the plain fries lost their usual composure.

Zhong Zemo looked at Jiang Heyi with a shocked expression: "Although they were framed, they were brought to this area by mistake... could it be considered a blessing in disguise?"

Jiang Heyi was also dumbfounded.

The Underground Temple of the Clarity has twelve levels; it is not a cramped basement, but a hidden underground temple complex.

This is the headquarters of the Clarifiers!

Now I understand why Sister Arna was so sorrowful and desperate.

I originally thought that it was just a temple that was destroyed, and as long as the main power of the church was still there, it could make a comeback, so I was not so pessimistic.

The Clarity Ones were shocked to find their home invaded by the Church of Eternal Night, and judging from Alna's miserable state, they were completely unprepared for the invasion.

"Isn't this headquarters? Where are your defenses?" Zhong Zemo was dumbfounded. "Don't you have any magic arrays or traps?"

Alna shook her head: "I don't know, before that, I had already..."

I can smell the approaching difficulty of this dungeon.

The two shadow wolves were nothing; they were just lowly pawns left behind at the entrance by the Church of Eternal Night.

Twelve floors? That's too much...

That's great!

The original flavor fries' eyes were shining, and its fingers were constantly rubbing together, clearly unable to suppress the urge to slay monsters.

On the fifth day after the server opened, most people were still figuring out how to play. While they were active near the main city where they started, the [Boundary Between Reality and Illusion] had already opened a challenge where real men had to go down twelve levels.

After distributing the items, the group returned to the temple.

Because they had heard the echo of footsteps before, the group proceeded with great caution.

But whether it was because they logged off and refreshed the page, or because they didn't notice anything amiss and returned to the depths of the temple, they didn't encounter any living creatures along the way.

Reaching the end of the passageway in the middle of the square, Jiang Heyi raised his lantern and shone it on the thick wall.

The walls spun like a Rubik's Cube, merging into the rock layers on both sides, and the road extended deeper into the landscape.

Behind the hidden wall lies a larger plaza, where giant statues, each five or six people tall, stand, all of which have been destroyed by the Church of Eternal Night.

At the end of the square stood a scarred temple.

"This architectural style looks familiar..." The prison guard scratched his head, deep in thought.

Zhong Zemo reminded him, "I guess you mean the Parthenon."

"Yes, that's it."

With a flick of his wrist, the man with the plain fries deftly twirled the long knife: "You seem to be in a bit of a cultural desert."

"I just can't remember the name for a moment."

"Then tell me, what architectural style is this?"

"..." The jailer hesitated, "Bro...Gothic?"

"I suggest you go report to the set of Heroic Spirits Brawl next door. That way, this answer might be correct," Original Fries quipped sharply. "It must have been built by the time-traveling Gauls who helped build the Gothic Parthenon."

When they first joined the team, Orange Tea would worry that the two of them might have started arguing.

Now, she can enjoy the mini-theater with a smile.

The criticisms weren't malicious, and the people being criticized were able to handle the situation and were just as happy as if nothing had happened.

She slowly began to understand what Zhong Zemo meant by "the prison guard is indispensable".

Next should be...

"It's time to get into the zone. The map shows that after entering the temple, shining the lantern on the floor tiles directly in front of the statue will trigger the magic circle and teleport you to the first basement level of the underground temple."

As soon as Jiang Heyi opened his mouth, the jovial prison guard immediately became serious, and even the original-flavored fries, who seemed to be brewing something, took a deep breath and got into the zone.

Sure enough, as soon as the potato grower opened his mouth, everything went back on track.

Orange tea.

"Yes," Orange Tea, who had been in a daze, quickly replied.

"Unknown revelation. Inquire about the landing point after being teleported there. Is there any danger?"

Standing beside the statue whose half-collapsed body had fallen to the ground, Orange Tea began to pray.

"No."

"Then let's begin the teleportation." Jiang Heyi's lips curled up. "[Boundary Between Reality and Illusion] Departure."

　There will be more tonight, don't worry.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)