T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Everyone in the department stared at each other in disbelief.

Li Ziyang was even more startled by this number.

Aside from that one outburst, the usually reserved Primal Body put down the objects in its hands and put its hands in its pockets.

His slightly raised head and disdainful sidelong glances exuded strong self-confidence.

It is completely different from the tetramorphs they are familiar with.

The weariness on his body vanished, replaced by a sharp and intimidating aura.

"Our CEO, Mr. Li, is very curious, so let's show it to everyone."

The Primordial One took out his phone and brought up his personal information on the Proof of the Stars app.

"Four...primordial...body?"

The name was unfamiliar and difficult to understand, but those present who were familiar with the game felt a sense of déjà vu.

"It sounds like I've heard that name somewhere before?"

Finally, someone noticed the guild name below the name of the four original entities.

"The boundary between reality and illusion?"

"Ah, could it be that boundary between reality and illusion?"

"The one nicknamed version T0?"

The department was in complete chaos. Exclamations drew curious glances from other offices, and some even strolled over to watch under the guise of fetching water.

"Holy crap, it really is."

"Huh? Little Tang, you're a member of the World Championship guild?"

"Wake up, there's no World Championship anymore, it was just postponed today."

"There's no difference. I heard that people get their bonuses based on photos."

"Look, there's a screenshot, 301 million."

Upon hearing this, another gasp of surprise was heard.

300 million? How many years would it take to earn that much working at a company?

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, and some had already taken out their phones to take pictures and videos.

The four original entities' social media feeds are clean and tidy. Apart from a message praising the game's excellence posted when the server opened, there is no other content related to it.

Who would have thought that a gaming master was lurking in an inconspicuous corner of the company?

It's amazing that he could keep quiet about it all this time.

The four proto-principles indicated that the surroundings should remain quiet.

"I'm not as good as everyone thinks. I'm only where I am today because of the guild members who helped me. I've just been lucky."

A casual remark about luck made Li Ziyang grit his teeth in frustration.

This damned luck, how could it fall on the Four Primal Bodies!

It's blatant showing off.

At this point, no one cared about him anymore.

Upon learning that a gaming expert had emerged in their company, people used the excuse of watching him while slacking off at work to come and interact with him, crowding the department office to the point of being completely packed.

The four original entities acted decisively, ordering a milk tea for everyone present as a small gift to support the boundary between the virtual and the real.

He felt obligated to help the guild build reputation.

"Oh, Li Ziyang doesn't like milk tea, remember not to give it to him."

The tetragonal's words drew a burst of laughter.

"It was just luck," Li Ziyang stubbornly retorted.

"You're right, I'm very lucky to have met friends who were willing to lend me a hand."

"And I was very lucky to find a guild with an unparalleled atmosphere."

"I was also very lucky to become friends with all of them, and we met both online and offline."

"Here's the question, Li Ziyang, why am I the lucky one and not you?" the Primal Body mocked. "Could it be because you have no friends?"

"If it were you, even if you were qualified to play the game, no one would invite you to team up, just like the Berserker and Magic Warrior of the Star Proof."

The young people present who knew about the jokes about the celebrities' professions covered their mouths in disbelief.

Only StarCraft players know the true value of this analogy.

When you see a bunch of Berserkers and Magic Warriors volunteering to team up, you might actually pinch your nose and start to doubt if there's something wrong with your own skill level description.

The documents are packaged and the milk tea has been delivered.

The tetragonal stretched and, amidst the envious and jealous glances of its colleagues, ended its workday early, feeling completely relaxed.

After a few more days of handover and receiving my salary, I won't have to go to work anymore.

Walking down the street, the weather in Chengning City in November was still warm. The warm afternoon sun shone on the body, which was only wearing a thin shirt, and the warmth seeped into the skin, awakening every tired and weary cell.

On the bustling street, he couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, stretch his arms, and listen to the crackling sound of his lumbar spine, feeling as if it were firecrackers celebrating his farewell to a phase of his life.

After graduation, I worked tirelessly at my workstation like a gear, and finally, I had to stop for maintenance for the first time.

The Primal Body is a man of few words in the guild, but he actually has a strong desire to express himself. How could someone who can guide a large number of new players into the world of real cards and experience the fun of offline battles be taciturn?

But the guild was already lively enough.

My bed is a place where I go crazy all day long.

Abstract Master Jailer

Two water monsters are enough to lubricate every topic, ensuring there's always fun to be had 24 hours a day.

So he became a listener.

A guild always needs all sorts of people to add character and maintain order.

He doesn't mind playing any role so that everyone can have fun.

The resignation was not entirely impulsive; it was a well-thought-out decision. Now, the guild needs someone to log on at different times to ensure the safety of the stronghold before the fortifications are fully completed.

He took the initiative without hesitation.

what……

Thinking of this, the Tetras quickly turned on his phone.

In the virtual-real boundary group chat, there were more than a dozen messages tagging him.

I feel like if I weren't afraid of bothering them, the phone would have been ringing off the hook.

Unsurprisingly, the news of his resignation was met with cheers from everyone.

The scene was comparable to the day Zhong Zemo and Du Jingwen announced their divorce, a moment that was widely expected.

work?

Forget about going to work!

Instead of torturing yourself by hanging around trying to make a little money, you should go home and take care of your health.

Jiang Heyi asked, "What are the plans?"

"No, let's start by enjoying ourselves by sleeping in until we naturally wake up. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've slept in."

With regular sleep and wake-up times, the Proof of the Stars has established a regular routine, but occasionally, the Primal Body also wants to try that long-lost "five more minutes".

It's like when I was a child, my mom would urge me to get up, but I always managed to take a nap.

From worrying that one day the Primarch might never wake up when the server opened, to now giving himself a long break, the Primarch has visibly recovered both mentally and physically.

“Woohoo~~~” Jiang Heyi sent a voice message.

Why did you suddenly go crazy?

"Good news," the jailer grinned slyly. "Ailera Vie has ruined one of her creations."

Chapter 299 Solving Problems with Games

The system implements online and offline information sharing, allowing players to view projections of guilds and homes with a slight delay.

Irelia believed that the artisan workshop at the boundary between reality and illusion could not unleash her full potential, so she built a new workshop in the mining area herself and refused the help of the dolls.

"With this workshop, the success rate will definitely be improved."

As she logged off, she patted her chest... patting the metal casing, making a loud thud, assuring everyone that when they returned, they would see the material refining progressing smoothly.

Given her height of over 2 meters, everyone had to look up to her when she spoke.

Then there's Elena's confident, serene smile, revealing a set of white teeth, which exudes a sense of reassurance.

Then, the mine exploded.

The violent explosion leveled the workshop built by Arelavi, and piles of ore fragments flew like cannonballs, causing a light, gray rain to fall on the edge of the large mining area for a short time.

The poor pack animals worked diligently in the mine, but the violent tremors frightened them, causing them to stumble and bump into things, scraping their thick skin and leaving them all with injuries.

The shockwave from the explosion pushed a large rock, pinning down the tail of a pack animal. It had just been fed a nutritious meal by the puppets and was dozing off when it was suddenly struck by this calamity, howling incessantly.

King Slime once thought that the guild had been bypassed by strange sorcerers and invaded the Great Mining Area.

Upon arriving at the scene and witnessing the enormous crater, comparable to a meteorite falling directly into the ground, I was utterly stunned.

The abundant elemental power dyed the gray-brown earth with a riot of colors, resembling the second stage of Origin Element from a monitoring perspective, with pizza and blocks mixed together.

Clusters of colorful crystals emerged from the core area, like bushes frozen by a sudden cold snap.

As mentioned in Mint's Little Classroom, when magic explodes at the center of the elemental mist, it often produces crystals with extremely high concentrations, but not in large quantities.

The elemental fog products were unusually dense from the monitoring perspective, which shows the power of this explosion.

Elaeva, who was at the center of the explosion, was unharmed. The metal can had vanished, replaced by red and black gradient scales floating on her body.

The fact that the massive explosion, powerful enough to alter the terrain, left no mark on her body speaks volumes about the dragon's defensive capabilities.

Tall, well-proportioned, and exuding a powerful sense of strength even after transformation, the curves of the body beneath the Elela metal can are vividly displayed.

The red-to-black gradient of the dragon scales adds a hazy, ethereal beauty.

Isn't it beautiful? From the scales to the muscle curves, from the physique to the leg shape, it conforms to both human and half-dragon aesthetics.

Why did she cover it with a metal can?

Elera was pacing back and forth near the epicenter of the explosion, her thick dragon tail swinging irritably, her face hidden behind her hand as if she were lost in thought.

By having guild dolls grow garlic sprouts, information can be transmitted from the virtual to the game world through the boundary between the real and virtual worlds.

Garlic sprouts came to stand in front of Elena.

"Oh, resupplying materials? Not for now, I need..."

A blue light emanated from Elaeva's palm as she smeared abundant water elements onto her dirty face and began to wash it.

"I need... I need, uh, I need to summarize."

“It’s unlike any of the materials I’ve forged; it’s like a living thing.”

The garlic sprouts bowed respectfully, with utmost elegance.

"Lady Eleravie, it is the masters who have learned of your failed forging."

Aleira shuddered.

"They want to ask whether Lady Arelavia will choose to fund the repair of the damaged site, treat the pack beasts, and provide a core of Origin Element as compensation, or..."

Garlic Sprouts covered their mouths and chuckled in a human-like manner: "Become our companions."

Elaine stammered, "Could we discuss this in person?"

"My master is adventuring in a very, very far place, where communication is difficult, but from the messages sent back this time, I guessed that you would say this."

"Ugh?"

"Hopefully, when they return to the guild, they will see the trustworthy dragon, Elerave."