T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"The road ahead is a dead end."

Jiang Heyi reacted the fastest, taking out the Sutter Heart Stone and pressing it directly against Zhong Zemo's forehead.

"I'm not a zombie, are you putting up some kind of talisman?"

"Okay, this reaction shows that your consciousness is still normal." Jiang Heyi breathed a sigh of relief.

French Fries' attention was completely focused on what was happening right in front of her, so she quickly asked, "What happened?"

Jiang Heyi guessed, "It's not certain yet, but I feel... it's like another strange kind of mental magic."

"Have we been infected?"

“Probably everyone,” Jiang Heyi said. “The dividing line is when we realize that we’re no longer in bed.”

The jailer squinted, peering through the gaps in the cicada pupa to observe his surroundings.

"Sounds like Black Cat 2.0? Then where is its attack? It throws us into an illusion and does nothing, such a gentle mechanism?"

Orange Tea twitched the little pig's nose, trying hard to sniff the surrounding scents—pigs are extremely sensitive to changes in smell.

"I didn't sense anything unusual, everything is normal... Speaking of which, how do we know if we're in a hallucination or a dream, and how do we verify it?"

This has stumped everyone.

When it comes to comparing a fully-fledged master of spiritual magic and a great lich, it's really hard to say who's more shameless, given the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Don't you guys find this strange?" Fries' calm mind was still working. "Suppose we've already been hit by the enemy's mental magic, and everything we're seeing now is an illusion, then why would it design a scene like 'a dead end'? Isn't this a sign that we've already fallen into its trap?"

"The dream that the black cat created when she hunted us was designed to prevent us from realizing the difference between dreams and reality. After all, in actual combat, all she relied on was the strength of her doll-like body."

Jiang Heyi couldn't understand this either.

Or is this master of mental magic declaring war on the boundary between reality and illusion in this way, showing off his skills that cannot be broken even if discovered?

Although he didn't know if it would be useful, he decided to check the team's situation first.

"French fries, what did we eat last night?"

French Fries immediately replied, "Potato meal. Tonight I even made you do 50 burpees. You were exhausted and had to rest for 10 minutes before you could finish the next set."

The crowd clicked their tongues in disapproval.

Jiang Heyi couldn't help but lower his head.

There's no need to go into such detail!

"Squid, report the game information from outside the arena."

"Off-field..." Zhong Zemo immediately understood, and he mocked himself, "I'm a fool who has no taste in choosing a wife, and I've been tormented for two and a half years. I've wasted my game time and discarded the physical cards I've collected for so long and the rare minifigures with huge appreciation potential..."

"Ugh... I'm such an idiot."

Wow, I just asked you to report some off-field news, there's no need to reopen old wounds, that's too harsh on you. I'm sure everything is normal.

"The four original bodies".

"I shared with you last night that I made black chicken and ginseng soup for my mom, using the good stuff that my dad, the prison guard, gave me."

"Brother jailer, please thank your uncle for me."

"No problem, I'll get you some more if you like."

Jiang Heyi continued to call out names: "Orange tea?"

"Why are you calling me by my full name? Is there something wrong with you?" the French fry expert immediately cut into.

"The gift I bought for you with my dividends is a commercial single-cylinder engine..."

The fries stopped questioning: "Okay, pass."

"So, Tea Master, it's your turn."

Orange Tea immediately chimed in: "Last night I shared in the chat group my experience of being arrested at school and asked to take a photo with someone, and I even joked that I felt like a mascot."

"Oh, the shop had a lucky draw yesterday, and I won a 50 yuan voucher."

Sigh, why wasn't I the winner? I also want 50, and then I'll go crazy on Thursday.

"Hey jailer, it's your turn."

"Outside of the game? Oh, I booked some erotic fan art of Gorcalon yesterday, the poses were..."

"Alright, you're one of a kind in terms of defying the heavens. You pass."

When fighting the black cat, Jiang Heyi noticed that the dream she created could not break through the "reality" of the game level.

It's estimated that the developers of Proof of the Stars were afraid that mechanisms like "illusions," "dreams," and "psychic magic" would actually cause some people to have a blurred sense of reality and illusion.

This is a relatively reliable anchor, capable of monitoring everyone's mental state at any time, and identifying any anthropomorphic monsters that may be lurking within the team.

"Is it my turn?"

Jiang Heyi was taken aback, then laughed awkwardly.

“Oh yes, oh yes, and you too, Alna.”

"As the guild leader, you're really incompetent. There are seven people in the team, and you didn't even ask Alna," Fries chimed in with a complaint.

"It's Alna who accompanied us through all these floors of the Clarity Walker; without her..."

The jailer hesitated, staring at Jiang Heyi, but his mouth still moved.

"Without her, getting through the 9th floor wouldn't have been so easy."

The tetra-primate looked blankly at him.

Level 9…

What was the 9th floor again?

Oh, I remembered it!

"The monster in the quilt is incredibly powerful. It can constantly transform into countless individuals and single-handedly slaughter... slaughter... the people of the Church of Eternal Night."

Zhong Zemo laughed and said, "Why are you stuttering? We've only been fighting on the 9th floor for a short time, how can you be so forgetful?"

"Speaking of which, the bed is really hard to beat. I remember her most powerful incarnation was a big black rat, right?" he continued. "Destroying her was no easy task. Her weakness was actually her kidneys. It was only with Alna's help that she was defeated."

"Sigh, it's all Jiang Heyi's fault, it's all Jiang Heyi's fault. Did you play poorly this time?" The jailer immediately chimed in, "Alna, if you want to complain, just complain to him. We fully support you."

"..."

"..."

"Oh, we forgot, you're not a talkative person."

"Look, you say Jiang Heyi's fighting was problematic, but you yourself have problems too. You can't even remember your teammate's personality."

"So... what exactly are we supposed to do now?" Jiang Heyi raised his head and looked around at the six people around him.

Having reverted to their original forms, they stood blankly beneath the blue sky and white clouds.

"Shouldn't it be... going home?" Alna reminded her with a smile.

Chapter 246 Sun Shower

Come back home?

"Should we continue taking the potion when we get home?"

French Fries muttered to himself, his hand already tapping the inventory and taking out a potion bottle.

Zhong Zemo looked somewhat bewildered: "Back so early?"

The jailer scoffed, "We've already killed all the monsters and looted all the equipment, why aren't we leaving?"

“That’s true.” Orange Tea nodded.

Jiang Heyi was still hesitant. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Looking up at Alna, whose black hair flowed freely and whose lips were curved in a smile, she was teasing the Tea Goddess, poking her soft little face with her finger.

A very familiar routine, in bed... This is what Alna usually does. She has absolutely no resistance to orange tea that makes her skin tone slightly tanned.

At the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, everyone else was waiting for Jiang Heyi to speak. As the team leader, he had the authority to decide which way to go.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Jiang Heyi felt a moment of disorientation.

The others were still chattering.

The Primordial One asked, "Hey jailer, how's the progress on the lewd pictures you requested?"

"Oh, Gorcalon's erotic drawings are already being done, and so are the ones for bed."

"You also made plans for bedtime, when?"

"The ninth floor boss is so lewd, they'll definitely go find their favorite artist after defeating him," the jailer said smugly. "What, didn't I tell you guys?"

"Uh……"

The jailer was stunned for a moment after he finished speaking.

He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"Gorcalon has transformed into a fallen nun."

"What was the composition of the quilt again...?"

Zhong Zemo pouted: "Are you that forgetful? You made the appointment for those erotic pictures and you've already forgotten about them?"

The prison guard was taken aback. He scratched his head and said, "Something's not right. It's not quite right. Every time I talk about my bed, I feel uneasy and uncomfortable."

Alna laughed and said, "You're scared of being beaten, aren't you?"

The four primordial beings suddenly realized: "So it was the fierce battle in bed on the 9th floor that left me with psychological trauma."

“Alna is still so insightful, always…” Fries suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, “always leaving the jailer speechless.”

Jiang Heyi stroked his chin.

Is there really anyone who can silence the prison guard so completely?

Unless he himself wants to shut up and be quiet for a while, the only thing that prevents him from talking non-stop 24 hours a day is his physical condition.

When did the jailer forget the lewd pictures he arranged? Since Gorkaron has been turned into a nun, he must be using it in the most evil way. Why doesn't he mention the poses and composition?

This is usually his proudest part, and the gourmand in the erotic world always comments on why the composition is erotic.

It's just that the jailer can't draw, otherwise Jiang Heyi would have suspected that he was a male succubus reincarnated, relying on a few pictures to help his clan continue to grow and prosper.

He found it strange, but everything seemed normal, so he said nothing.

Why……

Why do I feel like I've forgotten someone very important?

Every time I'm about to reach it, it feels like a huge hole has been torn open in my heart.

If I can't go home, whether it's just my overthinking or something strange, I need to at least take it easy for now.

Jiang Heyi suggested, "There's a huge rock over there. Let's rest for a while and think about what to do next."

Alna looked up at the distant, burned-down buildings of the Clarity and the lush woodland.

This time she didn't object; she simply smiled and approved of Jiang Heyi's decision.

He then pleaded, "Brother Squid, cook!"

Tetrastra sighed, "Alna still loves squid-based dishes so much."

"Since you already have fries and potatoes, and you get along so well, why don't you two be together?"

After the jailer finished speaking casually, Squid complained in annoyance.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm the teacher, and she's the student."

"Here we go again. You're only 25 this year, and she'll be 19 after her birthday. There's not much of an age difference." The jailer put his hand behind his head. "Besides, if you're really worried, just start dating. You'll be fine after you graduate from university."

After tending to one side of the fire, the jailer tended to the other side.

"Arna, aren't you going to say something?"

Zhong Zemo had no choice but to keep his work to himself, since he was at the mercy of the prison guard.

In fact, Alna did often chat with her in private, quite frequently.