T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

French Fries said, "Spirits rely on instinct to search, and very few retain any consciousness. As long as you don't expose this strange pig nose, then you are a gecko!"

Jiang Heyi moved closer to the orange tea: "Don't hide."

Orange Tea blinked, but before she could even ask "What do you want to do?", Jiang Heyi spat out green phlegm and splashed it all over her.

"Ugh...so sticky, so disgusting."

Orange Tea shook its little paws in disgust.

"Roll on the ground right now."

The tea master was very obedient and immediately rolled on the spot.

The jailer seemed to be deep in thought.

"When I was a child, I liked to eat these kinds of snacks on my way home from school."

"Huh?" The orange tea was halfway through its rolling around when it suddenly looked confused. "Snacks?"

"Oh, don't you have any old men carrying loads of soybean flour and konjac chips around the school?" the prison guard said, trying not to laugh. "You look like a konjac chip covered in soybean flour right now."

That's really unethical. As the team leader, Jiang Heyi has to hold it in and not laugh!

"I've also thought of a famous dish." French Fries' lips twitched. "Donkey Roll."

The orange tea was rolled around twice more, becoming completely covered in dust.

Her entire body was covered in dust and gray, making it difficult to discern her original greenish hue, and her pig-like nose was no longer noticeable.

everything's ready.

"Go, Orange Tea, it's you I choose!"

Why did all six people say this in unison?

Orange Tea glanced back at the oddly shaped group of people and couldn't help but complain, "Am I some kind of new Pokémon?"

They squeezed into the crevice and proceeded cautiously.

Because of her small and delicate size, she was able to easily climb and traverse the fractured area created by the landslide using her flippers.

Everyone stared at the map, too nervous to speak.

It’s getting closer, very closer.

The place where I died in bed was right before my eyes.

Orange Tea had already spotted the countless translucent spirits moving through the rock strata in the distance.

She couldn't help but swallow hard, and bracing herself, she crawled along the edge of the collapsed area.

Afraid of exposing her pig snout, she lowered her head.

As a child from a farming family, she immediately realized that this posture looked like someone rooting for food...

The spirits all turned their gazes to the only active person, Orange Tea.

After a long while, I looked away again.

Orange Tea looked back at the army of spirits that was leaving her behind, and was overjoyed.

11th floor, here I come!

Chapter 245, the 8th person

The 11th floor of the Temple of the Clarity, the central floor.

Having painstakingly reached the boundary between the real and virtual worlds by establishing coordinates, the first thing the group saw was an endless sea of ​​clouds.

Similar to the spatial design of the 9th floor, the end of the passageway is a floating platform located high in the air.

Ten teleportation portals, each about two people tall, appeared and disappeared amidst the clouds and mist.

The central magic array that once connected all the floors was now broken, and the portal spewed out turbulent magical energy, which could be clearly felt even from a distance on the platform.

In the Slime King's narrative, the central magic circle connects 10 floors directly, but before the Church of Eternal Night attacked, the magic circle fluctuated violently, causing the most critical 2 to 3 layers of defense to fail and the puppets to turn against them.

"I forgot to ask Elsa if she'd found the mole," Jiang Heyi realized belatedly. "To be able to access the core of the magic array, his level must be very high."

The effects of the drug hadn't worn off yet, and everyone was still maintaining their comical animal-like postures.

The potion effectively sealed everyone's weapons, leaving them only able to use magic, and they would have to wait another half hour to recover.

Although Alna originally created it as a prank, if it can trick the other party into taking it, wouldn't that be able to subdue some high-strength, martial arts-type enemies?

Thinking of this, Jiang Heyi suddenly felt that this magic potion might have endless uses.

To make it easier to move around, everyone squeezed onto the ibex, except for the blankets, to enjoy the broad back of the ibex.

"It was a very novel experience; I never knew animals could see things from their perspective."

"Veteran gamer French Fries's comment on the Star Transformation System: The realism is extremely high, and I'm very happy to transform into a sheep." Jiang Heyi asked with a smile, "Then you should experience the rock sheep's climbing ability. Look, there's a cliff behind the floating platform, which gives you a lot of room to maneuver."

"Don't experience it, don't experience it!"

The orange tea, which had done a great job, was now perched on the corner of the fries, clinging to it tightly with its feet, cautiously peeking out with its eyes practically popping out of its head.

"So high, so high!"

Like the 9th floor, it boasts an incredible vertical height that's level with the clouds. Even those without a fear of heights will feel their legs go weak just looking at it from the platform.

If the fries slipped even slightly while climbing the mountain, everyone on their backs would be thrown into a pot of boiling water.

As they slowly approached the ground via the spiral staircase, they could see that the ground was mainly composed of grasslands and forests, with a huge lake located in the center of the entire floor.

The central level connects directly to each floor, and each floor also has areas that connect directly to this place. Therefore, many buildings and facilities have been built around the lake to facilitate rest and recreation for those who appreciate the beauty of the lake.

The billowing black smoke foreshadowed the fate of these buildings.

As a blue sheep, it's bound to feel awkward walking on stairs provided for humans.

French fries accidentally stepped into the air, and the already round Jiang Heyi flew out with a thud.

"Ah~~~"

A bright green pudding-like creature rolled and bounced down the spiral staircase, crashing into the railing before changing course and flying straight off the stairs.

The high level of realism is indeed commendable. Jiang Heyi spews green slime, like Spider-Man, sticking to the platform, his rapidly falling body swaying like a taut spring.

In the game, each transformed pose is given some unique skills.

The moment Jiang Heyi struggled to throw herself back up the stairs, her vision was completely red.

Red Vision?

That can't be right. My fall is only a few Gs, how could it produce such a realistic feedback?

He looked into the distance with a puzzled expression. The rolling mountains in the distance and the lush forests below seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood-red mist.

The eerie heartbeat pounded loudly, as if it were pressed against someone's heart, listening intently, so close.

French Fries, carrying the animal group members, caught up with Jiang Heyi.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring blankly?"

Jiang Heyi rubbed against the leg of the rock sheep fries and wiped his eyes.

"I knew it! Potato, you and I are kindred spirits!" The jailer exclaimed excitedly in a second. "So you're a hoof fetishist!"

I really admire the jailer's ability to make connections.

"Looks like you want to get off and climb out yourself," Fries said coldly.

Zhong Zemo was puzzled when he saw that Jiang Heyi wasn't complaining about the prison guard: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

“No… it wasn’t me.” Jiang Heyi hesitated before speaking, then said, “For a moment just now, the sky and the earth were blood-red.”

Upon hearing this, everyone looked around and saw blue skies, white clouds, and a peaceful atmosphere.

Zhong Zemo said, "The perspective after transformation is really realistic. The prison guard's pupa can only see a slit, and the French fry ibex's vision is also a bit strange. Maybe the slime will occasionally trigger red vision when looking at things."

Jiang Heyi thought about it for a moment and didn't take it to heart.

The enamel mug, however, took root in my heart.

He was certain that what he was witnessing was not an illusion.

"What...what is this?"

Chen Shaoyu explained: "Based on the permissions that Zhu Huo granted me, this is 'the reality that the world wants you to see'."

"The entire Temple of the Clarity?"

“No, it started when we made contact with Freya,” Chen Shaoyu said. “They’re not aware of it yet.”

……

……

Quiet, too quiet.

The rustling sound of the argali sheep trotting on the grass and the muffled thud of their hooves hitting the soil were clearly audible.

The 11th floor seemed to have only two living creatures: a argali sheep and a large black rat.

A gentle breeze rustled the neat rows of grass, making them sway in unison, creating a shimmering effect.

The wind took shape at that moment, stretching out its large hand to gently blow across the earth, smoothing the fries' messy hairs that everyone had pulled.

There were no enemies, no noise; this floor felt like a carefully planned sightseeing simulator, and the game's pace suddenly slowed down.

"It feels so quiet," the Primal said in a low voice.

The jailer blurted out, "It's probably because all the people from the Eternal Night Church have reached the 12th floor."

"Sigh, the blankets have moved so fast, I'm nowhere to be seen." Zhong Zemo complained subconsciously.

French Fries emphasized, "What are you talking about? The blanket has been following behind our team the whole time."

As she spoke, she turned around, her eyes widening in surprise.

Where's the blanket?

"See, I told you she ran ahead, I saw it with my own eyes."

Zhong Zemo reluctantly opened the menu and sent a private message.

"The potion's effects haven't worn off. Don't stray from the group; it's too late to save him."

Ten seconds passed.

Twenty seconds passed...

The group, who were waiting to return to their beds, craned their necks but couldn't see the large black rat appear in the distance.

There was no reply to the private message.

"Is this layer blocking private messages?"

Remembering the mechanism he had encountered before, Zhong Zemo sent a message to Jiang Heyi to confirm that he had not been blocked.

The message popped up as soon as I closed the notification bar.

"Finally, a reply."

Zhong Zemo sighed, about to complain that she was only focused on speeding again, but he was stunned when he saw the reply.

There is only one dot in the information bar.

It's not a period, but more like some kind of stubborn, indelible stain, firmly imprinted on the computer screen.

What kind of abstract character is this?

Before Zhong Zemo could even ask Jiang Heyi, the edges of the stain turned a blood-red color.

The semi-transparent chat bar gradually became transparent, and the characters that had already been typed shook violently, as if they had been given life by some strange force, eager to jump out of the text bar.

The hole sent from the bed turned into a bloody hole, from which a steady stream of blood gushed out, splattering all over Zhong Zemo.

The surreal shock left him stunned, unable to react for a moment.

As if a pair of giant hands were crumpling up scrap paper, Zhong Zemo's chat box became distorted, broken, and wrinkled.

Just before disappearing, the fleeing characters finally pieced together a few large, blood-red words.

"leave here."