T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

This is the first time they've used their influence to get involved. The flies on the foreign servers can't reach them, but if you're physically in the Chinese server, it's not as simple as a lawyer's letter.

The jailer handed over his phone, intending to show the web evidence that had been secured earlier that day, but the page from the online argument hadn't been closed...

Fortunately, Zhang Jingqing was wiping his glasses, and the prison guard broke out in a cold sweat.

"This is a big job." Zhang Jingqing, having grasped the basic situation, asked, "Aren't you going to talk to your dad about this?"

"I paid you to do this, why would I need him? He's not a child anymore," the jailer said, scoffing.

Zhang Jingqing asked in surprise, "You're going to pay?"

"To be precise, it's a split among all members of the guild," the jailer said smugly. "We just received the first batch of game profits. Uncle Zhang, we're pretty well-known, so how about a discount on this deal?"

The ordered dishes had all been served, and the jailer eagerly got up to help serve the food.

Zhang Jingqing pondered for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

"I heard that your guild's social media accounts have a million followers on one platform and another one is almost there too. What, isn't the revenue from these accounts enough to cover your shared expenses? Why do you need to share the profits from your individual earnings?"

The jailer placed a piece of boiled chicken leg meat into the bowl.

"The account doesn't make much money."

Zhang Jingqing put down his chopsticks: "A million followers, and you're not making money?"

"Not profitable."

He sighed, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke earnestly.

"Shucheng, your dad and I have been friends since we were kids. Don't think I'm nagging or overthinking things."

"The guild account isn't in your hands, but money is a powerful thing."

Before the chicken in his mouth was even fully chewed, the jailer grabbed a coconut juice and gulped it down.

After swallowing it whole, he hurriedly said, "I understand what Uncle Zhang means. I'm really not a child. I can judge which friends I can be close to and which I can't."

"Potatoes and fries aren't the kind of people you're thinking of, and the account really doesn't make as much money as you think."

Zhang Jingqing sat up straight and asked seriously, "I'd like to ask you, why aren't you making money?"

When it came to his friends, the jailer immediately became serious.

He opened a short video app and randomly entered a live stream.

A dazzling array of goods, powerful music, and a presenter energetically telling stories in front of the broadcasting station.

"Family members, get on the bus!"

With a loud and exaggerated shout, the comments below the live stream scrolled rapidly, and the number of people in the upper right corner increased sharply.

The jailer glanced at everything happening on his phone screen and spoke calmly.

"The kind of money you're talking about is probably this kind."

Everything can be sold through a single transaction, revealing the potential profits involved.

Make money?

How can you not make money by fleecing others?

Zhang Jingqing roughly understood: "What about the advertisement?"

"After getting to know him and making contact, he will share the information in the group. There is no such thing as him hiding or keeping things to himself as you imagine. He is not that kind of person."

"Everyone is very cautious about using guild names to monetize."

Zhang Jingqing's lips twitched, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He really stood up for the rest of the guild.

"Alright, alright, I misunderstood," Zhang Jingqing said. "I've accepted the commission. Send me your more detailed requirements tonight, and I'll find some people to make it look beautiful."

The prison guard ate quickly, and after he was full, he tried hard to resist the urge to play on his phone, wanting to find something to talk about to avoid an awkward silence.

He can have endless conversations with his silly friends on ordinary days, but when facing his elders, all he can say are dry, uninspired words.

My brain wasn't much sharper at this moment than it was when I saw the jailer.

Zhang Jingqing saw through the prison guard's predicament.

"You can go back now that you're full. You don't need to wait for me."

Not long after the jailer left, the door to the private room was pushed open again.

"How old are you, eavesdropping outside the door?" Zhang Jingqing teased.

"My son is being so secretive, why don't I come and see what's wrong?"

Yuan Huanye walked to the table, picked up the can of tea, and looked at it.

"Oh, your family's Shucheng gave it to me, so don't take it back. Yes, yes, put it down, put it down."

Yuan Huanye said irritably, "It's not like you can't afford it."

“It’s different. It’s bought, it doesn’t smell as good as what you’ve bought.”

Zhang Jingqing chewed and continued.

"You should be secretly happy. Shucheng has really become sensible. Didn't I always nag him that he couldn't learn social etiquette? Look, he's actually making progress."

"What ambition? He just leaves whenever he's told to, and he doesn't even wait for the guests to finish eating before leaving the table," Yuan Huanye snorted.

"Stop picking on him. Compared to when he used to lie in his room getting moldy, he's a completely different person now," Zhang Jingqing sighed. "Shucheng's mentality has changed a lot. He was so excited when he talked to me about getting his share of the profits, and he was so proud when he said he wouldn't rely on you and was talking to me on his own."

“You said last time that he met a benefactor, and now I believe you.”

The lines on Yuan Huanye's face immediately softened.

Which parent doesn't want their child to be successful?

Seeing the person who was about to be admitted to the ICU make a full recovery and become energetic, the words of envy from his old friend of many years were like a breath that went straight to his limbs and bones.

It's so relaxing everywhere, it's incredibly comfortable.

“Those children are good, but…”

Zhang Jingqing spoke up for him: "They're sitting on mountains of gold and silver, but they're only digging with small shovels, making people anxious for them, right?"

“I originally thought they were unaware of their own value, but according to Shucheng, that’s not the case.”

“A small shovel is fine. It’s about sustainable development and not exhausting resources. Shucheng feels at ease with people like this,” Zhang Jingqing said. “How many people have we seen over the years who have no bottom line when it comes to money? Young people have their own understanding and persistence. We older generations shouldn’t worry too much. Good character is the most important thing.”

As an old friend, a few words were enough to make Yuan Huanye understand.

Zhang Jingqing began packing.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?"

"He finally looks like a human being... I'll win for him."

……

……

The incident began to escalate around noon, and by the afternoon, well-known gaming media outlets on foreign websites were following up. Needless to say, their stance was questionable, and there was no objective reporting whatsoever. They simply gathered a few "relevant insiders" based on hearsay and started discussing the suspicious boundary between fact and fiction.

They were very clever; they never mentioned the operation of the Chinese server.

The entire piece is filled with ambiguous "possibilities," and the bias between the lines is so obvious that anyone with eyes can see that the author is biased.

While huddled in bed, I was frantically relaying information from all sides in the group chat: "Wow, they came on strong without any warning. They must have been holding back for a long time."

"They're probably going crazy from holding it in."

Zhong Zemo browsed the screen expressionlessly.

The requirement to enter a dream state to begin the game, along with the lottery system for qualification, means that Proof of the Stars is not on the same track as other games.

Before bedtime, everyone still allocated their playtime to their favorite games.

Aside from a slight reduction in online time, the overall impact on major games is not significant.

However, the testament of the stars still inadvertently dealt a heavy blow to a group of people.

Traditional gaming media.

In terms of the lottery system, the Star Certificate treats everyone equally; those who are not eligible cannot purchase the equipment.

Aside from a few commentators who gained access to the Stars Bonfire live stream through their connection to the event, there have been no exceptions since.

Among the many gaming media outlets, only two or three lucky ones managed to get a chance to experience the game.

Unfortunately, they lost everything during the lottery draw phase.

Those who rallied together to control the discourse and define the narrative have stepped down from their niche, replaced by outstanding independent writers from various regions and exceptional players in the Stellaris universe.

They were able to rebuild their voice over a constellation of stars by relying on a few independent writers.

But then the boundary between reality and illusion suddenly appeared, like a dump truck, shattering their beautiful dream.

Jiang Heyi could imagine how anxious and restless the guild and the people behind them must have been as their influence and voice grew among the players.

Players just want to enjoy the game, but some people come with ulterior motives.

I had just finished dinner when the new treat was delivered to my door.

A group of accounts with a pitifully small number of followers are finding various angles to question the long-standing issues with the boundaries between reality and fiction.

Some people followed up on the article from foreign game media, started an analysis, and finally came to a conclusion.

Chinese players need to reflect on this.

Some people spread rumors, some people used provocative denials, and some people sold indulgences. Starting from this issue of the boundary between reality and fiction, the situation began to escalate.

The video was posted in the morning, it started to go viral at noon, and by evening there were large-scale press releases. All sorts of shady characters were involved. Jiang Heyi really didn't believe that their actions were without a plan.

They probably made preparations a long time ago, just waiting for a pretext to erupt.

Could these people also be involved in stirring up trouble during the qualifiers?

They're just playing games, sending guides to other players, and sharing their daily gaming experiences—yet it's worth such a huge fuss.

The more this is the case, the more Jiang Heyi needs to ensure that the T0 title remains firmly in his grasp.

You guys are disgusting!

With Jiang Heyi's prior notice, no one was angry while browsing; instead, they sneered repeatedly.

Jump! Jump higher!

Zhang Jingqing's men are in place and are currently working to preserve evidence.

Regardless of whether these tiny, insignificant individuals are ultimately given any weight, it will all be recorded.

The jailer discovered that most of these accounts that were stirring up trouble were clearly incompetent.

A few intelligent people will demand that the boundary between reality and illusion be proven, explaining why they can always quickly clear difficult dungeons and solve puzzles.

Those who aren't very bright basically just say that the Chinese server's operation creates gods.

They didn't even consider the consequences of doing so.

The other three guilds, whose relationship with the boundary between the virtual and the real worlds, were in a state of panic within the World Championship group.

"I'm in a hurry to open the can and eat: @No response, no response to private messages, where have all the potato guys gone?"

Huangliang Yimeng: "The pace is getting faster and faster, aren't you going to explain?"

Crimson Music Box: "I don't think explanations are helpful. These people don't seem to want a reason; they're just trying to smear us."

Yi Yi Shi Ruo Yi Shi: "I think the analysis article in the community this afternoon that said the virtual-real boundary has too much influence and must be overthrown is very reasonable. The problem is not in the explanation, but simply because the virtual-real boundary is not their people and cannot be used by them."

Lafrecia: "Even playing games can't be stopped in peace, it's just disgusting."

Captain Jiegang: "When you play games, others are playing for the power of discourse. You've drained their influence, and you're trying to create new wins and a winning streak. How can they not be anxious?"

I have no objection: "We underestimated the off-field impact of the star-studded lineup. With so many players across the entire server constantly monitoring the game's dynamics, a T0 title can capture the attention of countless players. If I were them, I wouldn't be able to sleep either."

Jiangdong Iron Wall: "This title concept was first introduced by the foreign servers, lol."

Huangliang Yimeng: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm so worried because I can't get in touch with Potato and the others!"

"Yes, yes."

"Holy crap, Potato, you've finally shown up!"

"You should fight back! How can you let them smear you like this?"