T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Seamlessly switch between magic state and word-based power mode.

The Stitches' voice is hoarse and stiff, but that doesn't stop it from generating a spell with every sound it makes.

No magic is needed; words become law.

Players without coordination are trying to fight against the Frankenstein's monster.

Wherever the magic touched, only scorched earth remained, and everyone was reduced to ashes.

Players who instinctively tried to gain an advantage through melee combat were invariably reduced to piles of flesh and blood; in terms of strength, they simply couldn't compete.

The defense is indeed much stronger than when the server first opened.

The only difference is how many seconds one can hold on in the increasingly clenched fist of the frog-headed stitched monster.

In comparison, the players who were swallowed by the frog-headed stitched monster's tongue were luckier.

Reopen directly, painless, no struggle required.

With the most experienced players all gone, how could the remaining novices possibly escape the pursuit?

Before long, the first wave of invaders was wiped out.

Ksha did not use resources such as traps or small necromancy artifacts, thus maintaining the mystery to the greatest extent possible.

While playing as the Frog-Headed Stitched Monster, he also accidentally killed more than a dozen players who came to watch the fun.

The diagnosis was attributed to a fondness for joining in the fun.

However, this also caused the news to spread rapidly.

"Holy crap, the Reality/Illusion Boundary guild is raising a frog-headed Frankenstein monster, that's insane!"

The speed at which the news spread was astonishing.

Both inside and outside the game, there was a lot of discussion at the same time.

Among the first group of invaders of Dragon Knights were fans of Tang Jingxi, the whale in a basin.

She was among the first to learn of the shocking news after the incident.

"You cheaters! How did they even get hold of the floor guardians of the Clarity?"

She increasingly felt that there was a problem with the boundary between the real and the virtual.

Why do they always manage to acquire and possess strange and wonderful items and functions?

If you take the lead in one step, you'll be ahead in everything. Does that mean you can do whatever you want?

In the prison guard's personal fan group—yes, he has a group, and quite a few fans.

"Hey jailer, say something!"

"Hey jailer, stop holding back! You've been hiding something big, and you're only revealing it now!"

The jailer started with an expression befitting a necromancer.

"I'm in Guangzhou, just got off the plane."

"All I can say is that's how things are. Those who understand will understand, and those who don't won't understand even if I explain."

The group was outraged by the collection of nonsensical literary works that seemed to be classics but were actually just empty words.

"Potato has sealed my secret. It concerns guild secrets. If I let it slip, the young couple will torture me severely when I get back."

The text appeared on the screen for only two seconds before the jailer quickly withdrew it.

"?"

"?"

"What was withdrawn?"

"I saw!"

"Quickly tell us, young couple, who did your guild 'relationship' with?"

It feels like the prison guard was trying to divert everyone's attention with a big news story, but it also feels like he just let something slip.

Suddenly, the group's tone shifted, ignoring the frog-headed Frankenstein's monster and launching into a new round of probing questions.

However, outside of the Jailer Bro chat group, the Frog-Headed Stitches monster is still shocking every Chinese server player.

How come the BOSS I challenged suddenly switched sides and started working for the Virtual Reality Boundary Guild?

Nong Ya went straight to Orange Tea Chengning University, using her connections and top fans to get exclusive information. Soon, players on foreign servers also experienced a small shock at the boundary between reality and virtuality.

Jiang Heyi guessed that the appearance of the guild creation gameplay would have a huge impact, but the boundary between reality and illusion seemed to be a hot topic.

In young people's social circles, they have become veritable "blenders".

When the conversation stalls, I'll throw out a line: "Have you guys been following Proof of the Stars lately? I heard about the boundary between reality and illusion..."

Whether you play games or not, whether you belong to a certain circle or not, you can use this as a way to get everyone involved in the conversation, making it a great way to warm up the atmosphere.

Some players jokingly say that the boundary between virtual and real worlds, through its own popularity, has forcibly dragged players who don't play the game into the fantastical world of Proof of the Stars.

Every time a major news story breaks, people seem to have truly stepped into that world, becoming adventurers chatting and gossiping in a bustling tavern, discussing bizarre and fantastical events.

If someone with exceptional eloquence were to recount the operation of the boundary between reality and illusion in their own words at this point, they would probably be no different from a bard.

In this round of dissemination, social needs are always largely satisfied.

If this continues, the boundary between the virtual and the real may itself become a new social phenomenon.

"Potato, take a look at the community."

On French Fries' computer screen, a post from a player who had just logged off caught his eye.

"That's outrageous! There are actually players who are willing to risk their lives to join in the fun, and there are more and more of them."

Things often turn out differently than expected.

Jiang Heyi had considered that players' curiosity was so strong that they were willing to ignore the death penalty and join in the fun.

However, if such bandwagon behavior is concentrated in a certain period of time, it is no less than a DDoS attack!

After the news spread like wildfire, the number of players who were determined to "come and see even if it kills them" surged.

According to data released by the Chinese server operators, the period from 15 PM to 20 PM is the time with the fewest online players.

However, at this moment, a grand scene unfolded within the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, with the sounds of teleportation landings echoing continuously.

The Frog-Headed Stitches were caught off guard, and one player after another cunningly sped away, avoiding prolonged combat.

"Hehe, those who run slow will suffer, I want to survive!"

Among this group of invaders was a second team organized by the Dragon Knights, which included mercenaries from other streamers.

Just as they imagined, no matter where they went, there were always plenty of people joining in the fun.

The materials lost due to the death penalty are only half a day's work, so many people are still willing to pay for them.

They mingled among the tourists, encouraging the players, who, in a frenzy, started yelling and shouting to kill the Frog-Headed Stitches monster and defeat the world boss.

Mint was stunned by the saturation invasion.

"What trouble have they gotten into outside? Why are so many people coming to the guild seeking revenge?"

No matter how strong the Frog-Headed Stitches is, it is powerless against a horde of fearless madmen.

After leaving a pile of corpses, it decisively obeyed Kesha's command and entered a magical state to hide.

Having learned from the first failure, we improved our tactics, and the results were immediate.

Without the frog-headed Frankenstein, the road ahead will surely be smooth.

Ksha was about to activate the necromancy trap, but Mint stopped him.

"With too many people, the necromancer traps are much less effective."

"What do you think we should do?"

Mint dragged over a large box, the dazzling array of potions making the Slime King somewhat dizzy.

"These potions can't kill the invaders who outnumber us more than ants."

"Why kill him?" Mint tilted her head. "Wouldn't it be better to just maim him?"

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The wonders created by the creators of Chengqing are so meticulously crafted that even the relatively small first floor is exceptionally spacious.

The massive invading force acted like tourists, and after defeating the frog-headed stitched monster, it walked on, shouting all the way, telling it to come out and practice some more.

"Since we're already here, let's see what the specialties of the virtual-real border outpost are."

"I agree."

"The Clarifier dungeon is so difficult, the stronghold rewards must be incredibly lucrative."

"Anyway, production can resume at any time at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, so taking some won't affect us."

Although Jiang Heyi distributed the items from the guild warehouse to his home for safekeeping, the guild's resource output is permanently stored within the guild.

This also means that once players enter the large mining area, they can search high and low and find the treasures that have been carried and sorted by the pack animals.

A truly zero-yuan purchase.

Acquiring resources is fine, though.

Many guilds were invaded, and the biggest losses were caused by the complete destruction of the supporting facilities for resource production.

The game provides players with initial reclamation facilities for establishing a base, and all functions can be upgraded independently.

Once a facility is destroyed, players need to invest materials to rebuild it, which is very expensive.

This straw broke the camel's back, causing one open coordinate guild after another to collapse.

The Dragon Knights guild members, who were mixed in with the crowd, only needed to subtly guide the conversation, and their fate was predictable.

Passing through a magnificent golden hall, one player took a few deep breaths of the air.

"Doesn't this taste a little strange?"

"It smells a bit pungent... makes me want to cough."

It felt like needles were piercing their eyeballs; while coughing violently, everyone's eyes were producing tears like crazy.

The game's sensory inhibition response greatly alleviated the players' discomfort, but the feeling of a completely gloomy field of vision and a ticklish sensation all over the body still lingered.

The same thing happened near several palaces on the first floor, where an evil aura, invisible and intangible, lingered in the air, enough to blind them.

Only a few experienced players sensed the danger in advance, activated their shield magic, and blessed themselves, thus escaping this unexpected calamity.

The blinded player was like a headless fly, constantly rubbing the corners of his eyes, trying to wipe away the fog blocking his vision, but with little effect.

Some players did carry dispelling potions, which reduced the effects considerably after taking them, but the pervasive feeling of weakness remained.

The approving looks from Ksha and the Slime King made Mint proudly raise her head and puff out her chest.

Potions can heal, but they can also kill.

She spent this time browsing through various bookstores, frantically absorbing knowledge, and her mind was exceptionally full.

In her first real-world test, she gave herself a perfect score.

The frog-headed stitched monster makes a sinister appearance.

The Frankenstein's monster of the clear-minded possesses only instinct, but the creations at the boundary between reality and illusion possess fundamental wisdom.

The player shouted loudly, provoking it to come out and show off, and it remembered it.

"Gesture, gesture."

It grabbed a blinded player, used it as a weapon, and slammed it into the chaotic, scrambling crowd.

A splash of bright red bursts forth in grand style.

"Come on, let's show each other!"

It seemed to feel the thrill of revenge, and with a flick of its tongue, it used the unfortunate fellow as a hammer, swinging it around and sweeping it in a circle.

Beneath the windmill, all beings are equal, and a temple regains its peace.

The smart ones, seeing the situation was not good, teleported away to escape, and the slower players also managed to slip away before the little undead creatures appeared.