T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The jailer, unusually, didn't use abstract elements.

“I bought him a can of good tea. He might not like it, but at least it was a gift from my own money.”

Jiang Heyi's lips curled up.

Yuan Huanye will probably still scold the prison guard for his poor taste in gifts, but in private, he probably wouldn't even drink a drop of that tea; he'd just put it on the shelf, label it, and store it away.

It's strange how people can easily understand the good intentions of other parents for their children, but when it comes to themselves, that ability to see things clearly disappears.

The post included a link: "Friendly reminder, the official website has released another update preview."

besides?

After a month or two of silence regarding the Proof of the Stars, this update came all at once, a veritable diarrhea-like surge in activity.

"We plan to unlock some undiscovered, explorable game areas in the coming days."

"The new explorable areas will include brand new outfits, materials, and a completely new world setting."

"The level cap seal has been loosened."

"Some skill enhancement mechanisms will be implemented soon."

The level cap is probably the least noticed aspect of this update preview.

By now, players have long experienced the "charm" of the game's numerical values ​​in Proof of the Stars.

The fact that the game area remains unexplored suggests that even the official team is not optimistic about the possibility of discovering the mysterious areas that have remained unexplored by players since the game's launch.

The newly added explorable area is equivalent to a new map in the new version.

The skill enhancement mechanism is clearly not designed for ordinary players, but rather for players who have accumulated experience in dealing with the boundaries between reality and illusion and have already equipped their specialized classes with appropriate skill sets.

Zhong Zemo analyzed rationally: "Do you think the official team found that the Temple of the Clarity was too difficult, and only we could clear it, so they lowered the difficulty in a roundabout way?"

Beyond the boundary between the real and the virtual, all members of the Clarity Temple strategist team were stopped at level 10.

Ask any player who has tried to complete the game, and they'll say that Gorkaron isn't as oppressive as Freya, and not as strong as Black Cat.

In a real fight, he just can't win.

"On why Gor'kron is the most interactive boss in the Temple of the Clarity".

This is not a player's ode praising Gorgalon's brilliant design, but a direct and scathing critique of the StarCraft planners for their inhumanity.

A lich with infinite resurrections means that even a slight mistake in the strategy can result in at least 6 hours of wasted effort.

All the top players on the server were figuring out Freya's attack patterns and copying the strategy guides created by Jiang Heyi. After clearing the 9th floor, they would exclaim, "Freya is so gentle. She hit me less hard today than yesterday."

When it was Gorkaron's turn, he only had a brief sentence.

"You stupid lich, I'll f*** your mother!"

The longer a player is stuck on a level, the more valuable the unique player's achievement of the boundary between reality and illusion becomes.

Chapter 298 The Quadruple Body Resigns

At noon, it wasn't just the translation system that went online on time.

The online real-time information and in-game and out-of-game interactions that players have been calling for for months have all entered the online testing phase.

Offline players can communicate with online players via the app, albeit with a slight delay.

In the guild-related updates, guild leaders can set up monitors in the app to obtain real-time information about the guild's current screen.

This is very useful for guilds that have established bases.

"Huh, why is no one questioning the boundary between reality and illusion anymore? The most famous guilds with strongholds are these guys. The world server just launched, and this update is practically tailor-made for them. They can stir up a lot of controversy."

"Oh right, what about Dragon Knight and Whale in a Basin? Why don't they question whether the Chinese version of Campfire is creating gods?"

"Rumor has it that many of those who spread rumors about the boundaries between fact and fiction have received small gifts and are preparing to go to court."

"No wonder the small fry have been quiet these past few days. It's not that the heat has died down, but that they're afraid of getting hit on the head with an iron fist."

Zhang Jingqing, a lawyer who specializes in handling matters related to the boundary between the virtual and the real world, shared an interesting story with the prison guard last night.

Chen Lechao, a small-time livestreamer who hides in his rented room and focuses on blurring the lines between reality and fiction.

That's the genius who registered multiple accounts, 11 of which have VAC ban records.

After realizing that the boundary between reality and fiction was real, he contacted Zhang Jingqing using the information he left behind, proactively expressing that he "knew he was wrong" and hoping to mediate the matter.

So "Hey, can we reconcile?" is a work of documentary literature!

When the prison guard posted the message in the group chat, Jiang Heyi and French Fries burst out laughing at the same time.

People can actually laugh when they are in a state of extreme speechlessness.

Why would anyone think that if they hurt someone, a simple "let's settle" can erase all the mistakes?

It's like when children in kindergarten have a fight, the teacher gives each of them a piece of candy and coaxes them by saying, "Come on, shake hands, we're still good friends."

This is what they consider "admitting mistakes".

It means to express a concession or gesture of goodwill that the other party is likely to accept; if they don't accept it, it's considered impolite charity.

They fantasize that all their mistakes can be resolved with a simple "I was wrong," without having to pay the slightest price for their past actions.

It's like living in a world of imagination.

"Something's wrong."

I tilted my head back in bed and scrolled through my chat history.

"It's almost lunchtime, where are the Tetramorphs?"

……

……

I once saw a question about tetramorphism.

"If you suddenly won 1000 million yuan, would you quit your job?"

He participated in the discussion with great interest, believing that the number was far from enough and that having a job that kept him in constant contact with society was very important.

His words were well-founded and supported by evidence.

But when he opened his phone during his lunch break and saw that 300 million had been deposited into his account, the four prototypes fell silent.

Without much hesitation, he walked into the manager's office and announced his formal resignation.

The manager was surprised and puzzled, and hesitated before asking again.

After receiving an affirmative answer, he said unexpectedly.

"Xiao Tang, the company recognizes your work ability. This is very sudden."

"Is there some problem at work? Tell us about it. The company understands and can help you solve it."

Do you agree?

That makes sense. One person can do the work of two or three cheap laborers, so in the eyes of a company, they must be a high-quality worker.

Once upon a time, Tetramorph fantasized about becoming rich overnight and showing off to his colleagues, just like a lost fisherman wandering the world.

You have to see with your own eyes those inhuman and annoying colleagues showing expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

We should cheer wildly while stepping on their faces, and shamelessly humiliate them!

When they get really absorbed in something, they'll even clench their fists and wave them in the air.

In many days and nights when I had resigned myself to my fate but was unwilling to accept it, such dreams were like a gentle breeze on a sweltering summer day, hot and humid, but able to soothe the physical and mental fatigue.

It's like drowning one's sorrows in alcohol.

Dreams become reality; the miracles sketched in daydreams have silently come true.

The tetramorphs were unusually calm, as if they had returned to their exam desks during the college entrance examination.

All around was silent, and the rustling sound of turning the pages and writing on paper rippled through my mind like flowing water.

He poured all his energy from the first 18 years of his life into that fiercely competitive battle to get into his dream university.

Since then, he has never won again.

Until the day Zhong Zemo sent him the invitation.

The manager's offer to stay made Yoshihara feel an overwhelming sense of joy, though he didn't show it.

"Alright then, you can hand over the responsibilities to your department."

The year-end is the busiest time for the company, and under normal circumstances, no one would give up their year-end bonus and suddenly resign, but Quadruple did just that.

The heavy burden that was originally on his shoulders was about to be taken over by a lucky person who would be randomly selected. Just thinking about it made him happy.

The receptionist pushed open the door and her gaze locked onto Siyuanti, who had just sat down and hadn't yet announced his resignation.

"Hey, Little Tang, are you busy? There's a portion here..."

"Oh, I resigned."

Everyone in the office put down their work and looked over.

"Resign? Now?" His colleagues looked at him incredulously. "You don't want your year-end bonus?"

"No thanks." He waved his hand casually as he looked around at his colleagues. "It's not much money anyway, don't let it affect my gaming."

"What game is this that's making you give up your money?"

The four prototypes tidied up the items on the table, began packing up computer files, and made preparations for the handover.

"Proof of the Stars".

Upon hearing this, colleagues began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"I know, I know, isn't that a game you can play while you're sleeping?"

"Sigh, I failed to qualify twice, so I can only watch video clips to satisfy my craving."

"I remember there's a limit to the amount of time you can play games each day. Even if you quit your job, you can't just stay up all night playing games."

The younger members of the department took the opportunity to slack off and join in the conversation.

Li Ziyang, a colleague who had been thoroughly humiliated by the tetralogy of Physics last time, found a way to get started.

With the thought that he would see his colleagues less and less after leaving the company and that he would have no chance to get revenge if he didn't act now, he quickly retorted.

"Maybe Mr. Tang is targeting game-related social media and wants to become an internet celebrity?"

"Becoming an internet celebrity can lead to financial freedom, which is much easier than working a regular job, right?"

It had a really weird, sarcastic vibe.

The two had been at odds since their last conflict, which was common knowledge in the company, so Li Ziyang made no attempt to hide it.

I thought Yoshihara would respond with a fierce retort, but to my surprise, he just smiled and then spoke slowly, in a leisurely tone like an old man sitting in the sun and fanning himself with a palm leaf fan.

"I might not be financially free yet, but I can definitely buy groceries without looking at the price and sleep until I naturally wake up."

A colleague asked in surprise, "Really? You've really started making videos and become a minor internet celebrity?"

"You're being too polite. Let everyone see your work, and increase the number of views and favorites."

Seeing that the four original bodies were not speaking and were just silently packing their things, Li Ziyang smiled.

"Mr. Tang was just joking with you guys, and you actually took it seriously."

The four proto-organisms turned and stared at him.

He felt exceptionally at ease when he saw the 300 million; Li Ziyang's sarcastic remarks didn't anger him, but instead made him want to laugh.

The boundary between the virtual and the real is their shared guild. From the moment they stepped into the public eye, they became public figures—although their presence was faint and few people paid attention to them.

He didn't want to cause trouble for others because of his actions, and he couldn't be bothered to argue with losers with whom he would never cross paths again.

But the other party's relentless pursuit made him change his mind.

"What, Mr. Tang, are you serious? Then we'll really have to see something new. We've never met an internet celebrity in person before. How many followers do you have? 1000 or 2000?"

"The platform with the most fans has 160 million."

A voice rang out in unison throughout the office.

"what?"