T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

This is a prediction from French fries.

Aileravi's expression twisted as if she had been struck in a vital spot. The dragon crouched beside the crystal clusters created by the explosion, its tail lashing wildly at the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Garlic Sprouts wisely excused herself, leaving her to fret alone.

Honestly, if Elaine wanted to breach the contract, there really wasn't a good way to deal with the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

Killing a ninth-tier opponent is quite challenging, but it's not impossible to win.

But if you capture a ninth-tier beast, she'll willingly help you with the forging...

To reach the boundary between reality and illusion, one must venture into the Black Cat's Dreamland, which remains unexplored.

Defeat the black cat's consciousness, revive her physical form, brainwash her into joining the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, and then...

"Go and help us control Elaevi."

Even a black cat would probably tilt its head and ask a soul-searching question upon hearing this command.

"me?"

It would be better to just rot in a dream.

There is still room for expansion in the way online and offline information are integrated. The prison guard discovered that he could complete transactions with wandering merchants by issuing instructions to the garlic sprouts.

At this very moment, a wandering merchant from the werewolf clan is visiting the boundary between the real and the virtual worlds. Among the goods he brings is a forging guide with information that only the buyer will know.

It's gold quality!

The wandering merchant is an important part of the guild stronghold gameplay, but it has a very high-pressure setting.

Players have no idea when or what goods the merchants will bring when they visit, and there is no pattern to it; it all depends on the merchants' mood.

After establishing their base for several days, the only merchants making contact at the virtual and real borders were the Lu Xin Fairy Clan.

Seeing everyone log off and a merchant with gold-quality items appear in his guild, Jiang Heyi couldn't imagine how many experts had come to the guild after he logged off.

Merchants never display prices for their goods, and players with good communication skills can acquire high-quality goods at prices closest to the merchant's expectations.

Poor speaking skills...

As soon as Garlic Sprouts asked about the price, the other party offered a gold-quality forging guide for a piece of Stardust.

These itinerant merchants probably don't share information, right?

Their offer to the Heartflint Fairy Clan revealed their stockpile of Stardust, prompting the werewolves to start with the highest possible price.

Wait, could this also be part of the setting?

The wandering merchant will only display special items of corresponding value if he knows the guild's financial resources.

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why the merchant mentioned by Garlic Sprout had a very high randomness rate, with the minimum for a backpack full of items being purple, and red items making up the majority.

When she dealt with the fairy merchant before, she saw plenty of small green and white trash on her sales list.

Jiang Heyi, who frequently visits the market, remotely guided the garlic sprouts in a conversation.

"Is this forging blueprint made of gold or silver, or is it made of Stardust?"

"From a business perspective, I believe it's a tool you desperately need, so it's worth the price."

When the burly werewolf was negotiating business, his small, green eyes revealed an obvious cunning.

It turns out that observing people's expressions from God's perspective really does reveal more details than during face-to-face conversations.

A single glance, a small gesture, can reveal a glimpse into one's inner self.

As soon as the werewolf merchant spoke, everyone's guesses were confirmed—they had connections with Lu Xin.

It's highly likely that wandering merchants also have their own small circles, exchanging goods and sharing information.

"Then I don't want it, you can sell it to someone else."

Jiang Heyi sneered.

The garlic sprouts were delayed for a while before I inquired.

"Should the sneer also be reproduced?"

This message somehow managed to break down the dimensional barrier and even made the boundary between the virtual and real worlds smile.

Surprisingly, she's a bit silly, but also kind of cute.

The cunning Jiang Heyi emphasized that this was necessary, and Suanmiao immediately put on a stern face, crossed her arms, and resumed her usual demeanor.

This caused everyone watching on screen to chuckle again.

Remote-controlled puppets have a unique kind of fun.

In stark contrast to the cheerful atmosphere of the mischievous "master" in front of the screen, the werewolf merchant's expression was completely different.

He was somewhat surprised to see Garlic Sprouts turn and leave so decisively. He wanted to say something, but his werewolf companion quickly grabbed his shoulder and whispered something to him.

They actually packed their things and chose to leave?

Garlic Sprouts seemed a little flustered, but still maintained a calm tone.

"Master, is my recreation not accurate enough?"

The jailer said regretfully, "Potato, didn't you go too far with your extreme pressure? They're not buying it and didn't try to keep you at all."

Jiang Heyi didn't care at all: "Then consider it saving star sand."

Stardust is the most valuable hard currency in the game; it's the real "money" that can make even the most powerful beings in the Star World.

Holding cash and waiting is the best strategy; those who wait will never lose out.

Zhong Zemo said, "I understand. Buy early and enjoy early, buy late and enjoy discounts, or don't buy at all and save 100%."

As lunch break draws to a close, aside from those who are unemployed, have resigned, and are simply loafing around on the street, the boundary between the real and virtual worlds is once again filled with their own busy lives.

As evening approached, the prison guard arrived on time in his unassuming 7-seater car downstairs at the apartment complex where French Fries lived.

He started rambling on in the car.

"Potato, after you graduate, are you going to settle down with her or go back to Chengning?"

Jiang Heyi covered her forehead.

You're really good at chatting!

The subtext of these words is almost like, "Potatoes, fries, where will you live after you get married?"

It's impossible to expect him to provide a well-thought-out assist; it's highly likely that it's something he blurted out off the cuff.

Jiang Heyi's brain was racing, and before he could think of a reply, French Fries spoke up.

“Chengning”.

"What's the reason?" the jailer asked curiously.

"Being far from my parents means there's a lot of good food to eat."

"Wow, how incredibly culinary desert do you guys live in? It can't be that bad, can it?" The jailer couldn't help but feel indignant on their behalf.

French Fries, looking dejected, said, "Name a local specialty right now, without thinking."

"West Lake Fish With Vinegar Sauce!"

The fries were expressionless, as calm as someone who had killed a fish decades ago.

"Okay, very good. Next time you come to visit, I'll take you out to eat every meal."

"Really? Thank you."

She lowered her voice and lip-synced to Jiang Heyi.

"See? He even has to thank me."

Jiang Heyi, who had never been outside the province before and had never participated in an offline guild gathering or trip in her life, was shocked.

He lowered his voice as well: "Really, it tastes that bad?"

"The more authentic it is, the worse it tastes!"

They arrived at the restaurant where Yuan Huanye had invited them to dinner.

After placing the order, the prison guard took out his large backpack.

"Here, these are the tea leaves for you two young men..."

Jiang Heyi was hesitant to accept the offer.

"Did you steal your dad's tea cabinet again?"

"Who stole it? He asked me to deliver it." The jailer sneered. "He said it was to thank you for taking care of my piece of char siu."

He added, "Everyone has one; they've already been shipped out."

Jiang Heyi smiled and accepted the two cans of tea, looking the jailer up and down.

"Your Cantonese-style char siu, has it gotten thinner?"

"I found a tall building nearby and climb the stairs every day. It seems to be working well," the prison guard said. "If I lose a little more weight, I can start going to the gym at a higher intensity."

The prison guard who used to drift through life has changed his attitude towards life.

The most obvious changes were witnessed by the family.

Regular sleep schedule, restarting a body that's almost worn out, stable social life, and friends verifying my character offline.

When they met, Yuan Yuwen, the older brother, couldn't help but joke, "If you're a demon or monster, you'd better get off my brother right away."

The jailer retorted, "What, you don't like it when I stop slacking off?"

"Just kidding. After all, I don't like the possession plot in novels. Besides, no matter how bad you are, you're still my younger brother."

Chen Shaoyu also dislikes the possession trope.

He sat silently in his office, his hands behind his head, his legs shaking nervously.

As darkness fell, the bustling streets, illuminated by a kaleidoscope of lights, blended together with the vibrant streetscape through the glass, creating a blurry image, much like the world seen through the eyes of someone with severe astigmatism.

The intense stress left him mentally exhausted.

On the table was the dinner he and the candlelight had half-eaten. She had just fallen asleep when she casually knocked over a half-empty bottle of sweet vinegar, filling the room with its sour and sweet aroma.

Chen Shaoyu, however, dared not clean.

"If I change, I will immediately activate the power within the ring, without holding back."

This time, Candlelight did not take Chen Shaoyu into the game world.

She sensed extremely unstable emotional fluctuations from number ②; no one could predict what would happen during the negotiation.

To avoid being cornered and resorting to desperate measures, Chen Shaoyu stayed in reality.

The candlelight is really nice. As an outsider, I possess extraordinary abilities that no one in their world has, but all I want to do is play games with everyone.

In a time when the Dark Forest Theory has long entered the public eye through literary works and become part of public understanding, she and the master behind her seem like a romantic fairy tale, so pure as to be unreal.

Even though he learned from the candlelight that there were no gods in this world, and that even the sea of ​​magic that gave birth to magic was in chaos, he still couldn't help but pray.

He had never heard the candlelight mention the name of the ruler, and could only awkwardly use the cumbersome title of "the creator of the candlelight".

Candlelight's fingers trembled slightly. In the blink of an eye, Chen Shaoyu jumped up like a startled rabbit, turned the ring, and aimed it at the doll that was slowly rising from the darkness.

The pupil color is correct, a light gold.

But it's still not safe.

As the silent standoff made Chen Shaoyu sweat, Zhu Huo picked up the overturned bottle of sweet vinegar and took a small sip.

Then, he casually pulled the spilled vinegar juice back into the bottle.

Chen Shaoyu breathed a long sigh of relief.

Yes, it's the original!

"It's dirty, don't drink it."

"I am a doll, I can't get sick."

Uh... that seems to be the case.

Sitting back at his desk, Chen Shaoyu felt somewhat exhausted.

The world has once again teetered on the brink of chaos.