T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Blessed are those who love mowing lawns."

Khorne's chosen people were overjoyed.

【Nurgle Soup】: "Finally, it's not a weirdo anymore. Let's fight to our hearts' content!"

[Afterlife Battlefront]: "Yay! I love mowing the lawn!"

[Lafrecia]: "Finally, a level that's friendly to brute force, even though I'm quite far down the map."

The guild leader, [Ready-to-Eat], said helplessly: "First, we have to deal with the Slime King."

Captain Jegan from the Funny Tree Guild reminded: "If all else fails, you can just self-destruct. I've noticed that the success rate of the self-destruct strategy has increased significantly after optimization."

A member of the same guild, [Jiangdong Iron Wall], revealed: "Let's play a few more rounds tomorrow. If that doesn't work, we'll have to resort to unorthodox methods too."

When the self-destruction strategy first emerged, many people looked down on it, considering it a completely wasteful and heretical approach.

However, many guilds that had been tortured to the point of being delirious and longed for their early release ultimately chose to "find it good."

Many relatively unknown guilds on the Chinese server are already attempting to clear the fifth floor. We should be able to see their feedback on the fifth floor by dawn.

"Speaking of which," [Crimson Music Box] asked, "where did you all go for your holidays?"

Having qualified for the World Championship, all four guilds made the same choice – team building.

Since everyone will be gathering in Guangfu on October 8th, their reunion locations are generally quite close.

Cheng Kong went to a place with the most beautiful scenery in the world, and took advantage of the hot summer and the availability of fruits to fully experience the joy of fruit freedom.

The person from the comical tree ran away to a place where it's spring all year round, and I heard they're going to challenge themselves to a mushroom hot pot tomorrow.

The chosen ones of Khorne were quite coincidentally also in Guangzhou, but they went straight to the place with the most ruthless beef, determined to experience the ultimate freshness and deliciousness of the meat while it was still trembling before it was put into the pot.

"Everyone had a great time on the first day of the holiday."

After Jiang Heyi offered his blessings, the language repeaters started working one by one.

Indeed, the essence of humanity is that of a repeating machine.

When they woke up, it was already past 6 o'clock, and everyone at the virtual-real boundary quickly started washing up.

Today is my morning tea with the jailer's father.

They simply said anytime was fine, but the jailer relayed that the date was set for today.

Inside the hotel suite, she pulled her large suitcase out of bed.

She still wore the anime-style clothing with the words "Boundary Between Reality and Illusion" printed on it as her inner layer, but she changed her outer clothes to a light gray casual jacket, and replaced her pleated skirt with a pair of denim shorts, which perfectly matched the aesthetic style of the Cantonese people, and the overall look was not so flamboyant.

"Aren't you going to wear a skirt?" Orange Tea asked, noticing several pretty little skirts in the suitcase under the covers.

"It's better to dress casually when meeting the jailer's dad, so he doesn't think the jailer only has unreliable friends." Beiwo waved her hand. "I have generation gaps with my mom too, I understand."

We met in the hotel lobby on time, and I asked them with great anticipation where they were going for morning tea.

To everyone's surprise, after asking the question, the jailer not only didn't beam with joy, but instead revealed a strange expression.

"The one... the one I asked about before, the one that sells orange tea."

Which shop did you ask about the orange tea from?

After seeing the photos, everyone realized that it was indeed a popular teahouse that most tourists visiting Guangzhou would choose to visit.

It is known far and wide... but only in the public eye.

No wonder the jailer had a strange expression.

In his words, his father, a native of Guangdong, looked down on it and thought it was beneath him.

They specially invited us to dinner, and they chose this place? What are they up to?

The prison guard couldn't figure out what his father was thinking and was a little uneasy the whole way.

During the holiday, and being a popular teahouse for tourists, the entrance was already crowded with people early in the morning.

The jailer's father, Yuan Huanye, had booked a private room well in advance and was waiting inside.

Upon learning this, everyone quickened their pace.

Pushing open the door to the private room, a sprightly elder with graying temples but still jet-black hair, exuding a somewhat dignified aura, was brewing tea with his own teapot.

His attire was similar to that of the prison guard: a dark blue t-shirt, loose gray-brown shorts, and a pair of casual white sneakers.

They looked like retirees who had just returned from a workout.

The jailer was a little stunned by this outfit.

Yuan Huanye stood up immediately.

"You're Shucheng's friend, right? It's our first meeting, so please make yourself at home. Please sit wherever you like."

The tense atmosphere dissipated the moment he opened his mouth, leaving only a kind expression on his face.

Only when his eyes swept over the jailer did a hint of helplessness and sternness remain, as if he was dissatisfied with the jailer standing there like a wooden stake.

"Sigh...Shucheng, your friend, introduce him?"

He didn't even take the initiative to speak up; he had to do it himself.

Yuan Huanye couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"It's really a piece of char siu."

Want some breakfast? Zhang said, "Give me some, give me some."

Chapter 122 Meeting the Parents

Upon hearing this, Zhong Zemo, who was sitting closest to Yuan Huanye, was about to get up, but he saw that Yuan Huanye stood up before him and smiled, indicating that everyone should just sit and talk.

"Don't be shy, just follow your pace as young people. There's no need for so much formality, it makes you seem too distant."

After Zhong Zemo introduced himself, Yuan Huanye nodded slightly.

"A top school, a top class, and such a young and promising teacher!" Yuan Huanye praised. "I heard about your case from Shucheng and Lao Zhang. These days, divorce cases rarely go this smoothly."

He changed the subject, asking curiously, "You've distributed quite a bit of money, haven't you? Does it hurt your wallet?"

Zhong Zemo frankly admitted, "It hurts, but I'm more afraid of my life falling apart. The longer things drag on, the more frightening it is than losing money."

Yuan Huanye's expression of approval deepened.

The jailer could tell that his dad found everything about the squid pleasing to the eye.

It's just that I don't have any older or younger sisters, otherwise I'd be really afraid he'd suddenly say, "Since you're divorced, you could consider so-and-so from our family..."

Wait a minute, why didn't Dad tell him to learn a thing or two from the squid today? Dad used to say that in these kinds of situations.

How strange.

Upon learning that Orange Tea, Original Fries, and Blanket were all freshmen, while Jiang Heyi had just graduated, Yuan Huanye kept muttering about how promising young people were.

Even the four original entities that were older in the boundary between the real and the virtual world received his praise for being "late bloomers".

During the conversation, his gaze couldn't help but drift towards his good son, who was deliberately sitting diagonally opposite him, far away from him, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

The jailer pretended not to notice and kept looking at the menu in his hand.

With Yuan Huanye saying "Order whatever you like" first, and the jailer adding "Except for porridge" later, everyone placed their orders.

Taking advantage of the break between serving tea and snacks, Yuan Huanye said with a smile, "It might be a shame... Shucheng told you guys that locals rarely come here to eat, and they'll probably say I look down on this place."

She reacted quickly, feigning surprise: "No, Uncle, you're mistaken, Jailer..."

"Yes, why did you choose this place? There were clearly better options."

"..."

"..."

The words from the quilt and the jailer came one after the other.

One helped to improve the image and salvage the situation, while the other undermined it.

The fact that the smile on her face didn't immediately disappear was a testament to her excellent facial expression management skills.

Yuan Huanye merely glanced at the jailer, his smile unwavering. "No need to cover for him. I gave birth to this piece of char siu; do you think I don't know who he is?"

Yuan Huanye explained why he was hosting the dinner here.

"After all, it has a good reputation. We locals don't like it, but what if you do? Not every outsider buys into our Cantonese way of doing things."

"You're here for tourism, after all. Taking photos, checking off attractions, and uploading them to WeChat Moments—I know what young people do. You need some kind of memento to let the people around you know you've been here."

"People are bound to fall into traps for some added value. I'm paying you to fall into those traps, so it's not a loss for me, right?"

Contrary to expectations, the jailer's father was not a rigid and outdated person; he had clearly taken the time to understand the trends among young people today.

When hosting a dinner party, arrangements are made with the ideas of young people in mind.

The aroma of tea filled the air, and the refreshing aftertaste seemed to cleanse their stomachs. The lingering aftertaste, even longer than the night before, was intoxicating, making them want to smack their lips gently to savor it all.

"Good tea, isn't it?"

Everyone nodded eagerly.

"Since you think it's good, bring some back for your family to try when you get home."

As if knowing what everyone was going to say, Yuan Huanye said first, "It's not expensive. Most of you young people don't drink tea, so you don't have a concept of price. Take it without worry."

The jailer did prove useful once: "Sigh, take it if he gives it to you, I have plenty at home."

These words greatly pleased Yuan Huanye, who was at least able to cooperate with him.

Steamer baskets of shrimp dumplings began to be served. This was the most popular dim sum dish at the boundary between reality and fantasy, encompassing all the flavors and types available at the restaurant.

No one picked up their chopsticks.

Yuan Huanye was enjoying his tea when he noticed everyone was observing him. Even the jailer, who was usually relaxed, put on the same beat as everyone else, waiting for something.

He was immediately overjoyed, grabbed a steamer of shrimp dumplings, placed them in front of him, and took a bite without any filling.

"Eat, everyone, eat up. I told you not to be so formal, do it at your own pace. Don't wait, it'll taste different if it gets cold."

Only then did everyone pick up their chopsticks, and the quiet room was filled with the sounds of people chewing and exchanging their thoughts on the flavors.

Delicious food is the best way to soothe the soul, and the wonderful taste quickly helped everyone get used to the atmosphere in the private room. Just as Yuan Huanye had said, the atmosphere of communication between the real and the virtual world was restored.

Yuan Huanye became more and more gratified and fond of it the more he looked at it.

Having built his business from scratch, he wasn't yet old and senile. He could glean some insight into the character of a young person from their first encounter.

Sensible, polite, and well-behaved.

What good fortune did this worthless piece of char siu have to meet such a group of friends?

"When are you guys having your World Championship?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Heyi quickly spat out the bones from the chicken feet and replied, "I heard it's around New Year's Day."

"Oh." Yuan Huanye nodded. "In the daily games, did Shucheng hold you back?"

Jiang Heyi reacted quickly: "The prison guard is amazing. He has saved the guild from dire straits many times. He is definitely an indispensable member of the team!"

Zhong Zemo quickly chimed in, "He always delivers a brilliant performance when the team is in dire straits."

"Yeah, yeah," Orange Tea chimed in. "The jailer is amazing! When we're clearing dungeons, I always give him my blessings first!"

The Primal Body was generous with its praise: "For someone like me, all I need to do is give the magic shield to the jailer, but someone like the jailer who can turn the tide has a lot more to consider."

The blanket blinked its eyes and decided to shut up.

Everyone approached the topic from such a good angle, and they've said everything they wanted to say, so she has nothing left to say.

He was so engrossed in eating his fries that he only glanced at the topic briefly before grabbing a steamer of shrimp dumplings from in front of Jiang Heyi.

Yuan Huanye laughed: "Really?"

"Of course it's true," Jiang Heyi said confidently.

Yuan Huanye's facial features softened considerably, and his eyes showed more tenderness when he looked at the prison guard.

"I underestimated you. Keep up the good work and don't let your friends down."

The jailer, unusually, didn't spout a bunch of nonsense, but instead nodded seriously.

"Hmm, I have another question. What exactly does the game name 'Shucheng' mean?" Yuan Huanye asked, puzzled. "What's so interesting about 'Jailer's Appreciation'?"