T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

“I didn’t run away. I wanted them all to live rather than go to the capital.”

"They've all gone mad, tearing off the vines that hold flesh together and attacking any forest elves that might be parasitized by the monster."

“Then… I survived,” the dawn redwood said. “They all lie in that dense forest.”

For a long time, no one was willing to speak.

Even knowing it's just a game storyline, it's still too heavy.

Jiang Heyi broke the silence: "But the demon is still here. You didn't kill it. What else happened?"

Metasequoia stretched out her hand and gently pressed it against her chest: "As I said before, I possess a very special magical talent."

French Fries was suddenly startled: "Mental magic?"

The dawn redwood smiled bitterly and nodded.

In that battle, Metasequoia's companions were responsible for killing the bodies controlled by the demon, while Metasequoia herself discovered the demon's bizarre characteristics.

It does not have a physical form, but rather a consciousness.

Unconsciously released fluctuations in one's aura can stir up resentment within a person.

People with weak willpower will lose their rationality immediately upon becoming addicted.

The successive deaths of their comrades shook the slight advantage held by the dawn redwood.

At that very moment, the only living being in the entire scene became the "shell" that the demons unconsciously sought.

Everyone swallowed hard.

Demons undergo an evolutionary process, as evidenced by the Great Snow Mountain Demons that the Ana Empire is besieging.

Although the demon encountered by the dawn redwood had not yet evolved, a level 5 cultivator could suppress its power with mental magic.

My mother's mother was a genius too!

"It's like falling into a pool of mud, and you can't get out no matter what you do."

"It made me violent, made me unaware of everything happening in the outside world, and overwhelmed me with endless desires... It almost succeeded, and I have chosen to give up."

"Until it gnaws at my memories..."

"This is knowledge that many people on this continent may not know. When your memories are shattered, your mental strength will become stronger for a short period of time."

At the cost of losing the names, appearances, and countless pasts of all the adventurers, Metasequoia suppressed the evil spirits in reverse, trapping them within her own body.

"For a moment... when my memories were shattered, I could see them cheering me on, tearing away the monsters that were tightly bound to my other memories, bit by bit."

The evil spirits were not destroyed; the spirit magic of the dawn redwood could only suppress them, and could not be further enhanced.

The demon's intermittent counterattacks often left her confused and disoriented.

"Once I woke up from a coma with half a fox in my mouth and foul-smelling blood in my mouth rushing into my nostrils."

"I vomited and vomited, but I just couldn't get rid of that smell..."

"I was so hungry and so weak that in the end... I just tore at the rest of the meat and ate it."

"Although I can't remember them clearly and have lost most of their memories, I do remember what they shouted at me that night."

"Metasequoia, run! You can't die!"

"I can't die... If I die, the demons will break free, and more people will suffer."

A strong will makes the dawn redwood incredibly resilient.

They ate raw meat and drank blood, living like savages.

He was disheveled and covered in wounds.

For the first 20 years of living with evil, she always walked in remote places and dared not contact anyone.

Over the course of 20 years, she was on the verge of collapse countless times, but each time she stood on the edge of a cliff, the dawn redwood, with its terrifying willpower, forcibly pulled her out of control back to her senses.

Finally, she gained inspiration from her battles against evil spirits, and her spiritual magic improved.

After 25 years, she finally returned to that night and regained the spiritual advantage that was rightfully hers against the evil.

The demons' resistance became less frequent. After observing for five years and confirming that there were no problems, she left the vast forest that had trapped her for the first time in 30 years.

“From the moment I successfully suppressed the demon, I gradually realized that the long tug-of-war had allowed the demon to share my wisdom, and unconsciously it began to imitate my behavior.”

"I am making progress, and it is also absorbing my wisdom and beginning to evolve."

The dawn redwood closed its eyes: "Its retreat is only temporary, so I dare not go to the great city-states. Once the demons get out of control... there will be widespread suffering."

This choice also made it difficult for the dawn redwood to seek assistance from the empire.

The ins and outs, and the boundaries between reality and illusion, have finally been clarified.

but……

"That's only 30 years. What about the 20-plus years between when you met Mint and built the church?"

"It was also spent in church," said the dawn redwood.

Shuishan is not religious or religious. The hardships she has experienced since childhood have made her realize that if there really are gods in this world, they are cold-blooded, ruthless bastards who turn a blind eye to the suffering of all living beings.

Having witnessed countless religious sects in various countries deceiving the poor into believing in the illusory and false cypress, I only believe in myself.

The existence of evil spirits kept a sense of malice lingering in her heart.

In order to effectively resolve and avoid falling into the influence of evil spirits, she spreads kindness to combat the ever-growing violence and malice.

Devout believers kneeling in worship, children smiling after receiving help, and people prostrating themselves in gratitude after receiving medical treatment...

All of these qualities make her resilient and prevent any restless evil from taking action.

"But if you don't believe in God, how can your church hold prayer services for people?" the bed wondered.

Metasequoia smiled and said, "There are many different religions in different countries, and they certainly have many rules as well."

"But when you put on a nun's habit, stand under a sacred church, clasp your hands, close your eyes and pray, at that moment, most people will forget their inner doubts and follow the rhythm of the crowd."

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

This is exploiting the authority of religious clergy to disguise themselves.

According to the account of the dawn redwood, she would stay in one place for no more than four to five years before choosing a suitable time to say goodbye and leave.

Before encountering mint, it had moved six times without ever facing any doubts.

She even had the bizarre experience of encountering missionaries from the capital of Anna, who, after some discussion, recognized her as one of their own.

Orange Tea took out the lucky pendant that Metasequoia had given to Mint, with a puzzled look.

She still remembers that not long after the dawn redwood picked up the mint, the mint fell seriously ill.

This led to the first time that the dawn redwood sincerely pleaded with some unknown deity to perform a miracle and save the mint.

Given the resilience that the dawn redwood had previously demonstrated, she shouldn't have such a vulnerable side.

These words, combined with her approach of fighting evil with good intentions, suggest that she is clinging to mint as a last resort.

"Before finding mint... Metasequoia... Sister, did something happen to you?"

The dawn redwood raised its head and calmly gazed at the orange tea.

After a long while, she sighed.

"Not everyone reciprocates my kindness with kindness."

"In the villages near the town, the plague was rampant, and the lords of the city-state did nothing to help them."

"I used the treasures I obtained from killing bandits and robbers to exchange for medicine and food."

"Take patient care and let them get through the plague safely."

"But...after they recovered, they broke into the church in the middle of the night, set it on fire, and looted it."

"They threw the children who tried to stop this madness into the fire and raised pitchforks to kill these innocent orphans."

The dawn redwood tree spoke very softly.

"After I hypnotized the child..."

"Kill them all."

"Leave no one alive, kill them all."

The dawn redwood stared at its hands: "I can't tell if it's 'me' who wants to do this, or if it's the evil spirits instigating it."

“But from that night on, the evil began to stir. It kept whispering in my ear, tempting me to indulge myself a little more.”

"It told me that all the kindness shown by the people I helped was a product of my self-pity and embellishment; in reality, they were just trying to get more from me."

"Just a few kind words, without costing anything, are enough to make that silly nun happily pull more things out of her pocket."

“If I am poor and have nothing, no one will respect me; they will only ridicule me, mock me, and bully me.”

At first, the dawn redwood was able to stay true to itself.

But the exhilarating feeling of indulging herself and venting her anger during the slaughter made her dizzy.

The images of the massacre of the village replaying in her mind over and over again made her thoughts muddled.

The dawn redwood would assume that everyone it encountered along the way was hostile to it.

Just as she was about to give up and go on a killing spree, Mint's cries dispelled all the noise in her mind.

"It really feels like putting a mint leaf in your mouth..."

“I picked her up from the wild mint while crying and found a long-abandoned church at the foot of the mountain to rest.” Metasequoia sighed, “Everything was so coincidental. When there was nowhere else to go, a church was always there.”

"Mint's cries brought me immense peace. She always said that I saved her and gave her a second life."

"But it is she who allows me to sit before you today as a human being and reminisce about the past."

“That night, I couldn’t think of anything to do but pray… although I didn’t know who to pray to,” the dawn redwood said with a slight smile. “But if He exists, thank Him, at least He appeared to me that day.”

Because of the presence of mint, the dawn redwood stopped moving around and finally settled down.

Perhaps it was because of Mint's protection that, since she was raised, the evil spirits no longer ran rampant and gradually returned to peace.

Until the line between reality and illusion was crossed, and a series of lies were used to evade the issue, her sensitive nerves were once again aroused, and she mistakenly believed that Mint had been in trouble.

The demon's ability to take advantage of the situation remained, and in just a moment, it seized control of the body.

The boundary between reality and illusion left him scratching his face in embarrassment.

You can't blame them; it was Mint's mom who insisted they help cover up the lie.

Chapter 203 The French Fries Smell So Good

French Fries didn't shy away from people, and she pondered, "Compared to the demons of the Great Snow Mountain... subtle, subtle."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Heyi also fell into deep thought.

That night, the demon in the Great Snow Mountain acted with a clear purpose and a high level of intelligence, unlike the chaotic demon inside the Metasequoia.

It can be understood that even demons have differences, but there are also things that are hard to explain and cannot be explained.

"Are there other evil spirits?"

Shuishan was greatly surprised. Due to the influence of the evil spirits and her seclusion in a remote corner, her knowledge of other parts of the continent was extremely limited.

For decades, the only area where progress has been made is in mental magic.

The group exchanged glances, and Jiang Heyi tentatively asked, "We have fragments left behind by another demon on us. Can we take them out?"

The metasequoia trembled, its eyes filled with disbelief.

"A demon? A fragment?"

"you……"

The expressions on everyone's faces, their faint smiles, were a mixture of smugness, shyness, and a hint of anticipation.

They wanted to show off in front of their elders, but didn't want to be too deliberate, so they were both hesitant and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Isn't this just a child who has done something amazing and is waiting for their elders to praise them?

She has mentored many children, and she understands them all too well.

Although I haven't seen the actual product, I'm already convinced of its authenticity.