T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Aleira's scorching dragon breath cooked a group of people, but it made way for the subsequent invaders.

After the boundary between the real and virtual realms took over the defensive fortifications, the forging of Origin Elements was able to continue.

If we were to find a victim of the opening of the global server, it would be the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

The pressure to prevent intrusion was already high, and now it is being targeted 24 hours a day. If any lapse in vigilance is exposed, all the existing achievements will be lost immediately.

After a day and a night of intense battles within the game, dawn was already approaching outside the game.

The five-person group, seemingly emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, received two pieces of good news.

Most players who wanted to test the boundaries between the virtual and real worlds, especially those near the time zone, ran away after witnessing the combat power.

Many casual players discovered that their small items would be stolen upon death, and the news spread quickly, greatly reducing the number of people coming to join the fun.

Although those restless groups eager to expose the corpse-eating group are still waiting for a suitable opportunity, tonight is over.

Another piece of good news is that the two-person team in bed successfully established coordinates.

If the invasion problem can be resolved somewhat tomorrow, then everyone should head out to start the new instance.

"How about we meet with the bigwigs at Starfire and talk to them about this?" the jailer grumbled. "The intrusion mechanism is just too unreasonable."

Aside from Arela and Ksha, the jailer was undoubtedly the god of war last night.

The Necromancer is the MVP class in Outpost Defense, and the Jailer Bro has shattered the dreams of countless invaders with his repeated Corpse Explosions.

The scattered remains of flesh and blood became the perfect material for his endless spellcasting.

After everyone logged off, the four Primarchs remained alone in the game.

He only logged on at 1:30 a.m. last night, which will shorten the guild's defensive vacuum to 2.5 hours today.

Shortly after waking up, I sent a screenshot to the group chat while still in bed.

"They really bought me a plane ticket, for noon."

Orange Tea also shared the flight number.

It seems that we'll have to get together offline again by the afternoon at the latest.

“Wow, Chen Shaoyu asked me where I usually like to eat, and that we can decide the location.”

The boss's easygoing nature surprised everyone.

In the game, they even wondered if the founders of Starfire would choose a high-end Western restaurant.

Even a country bumpkin like Jiang Heyi planned to get up and watch some videos so he could practice using a knife and fork.

Hearing that French Fries would teach him at home first, Jiang Heyi was really looking forward to it.

Well, there's no need to be so easygoing.

Treating guests to meals is one of the jailer's specialties.

It can be used to entertain foreign guests, but it falls into a knowledge gap.

Nong Ya had eaten with them once, but this young woman from the old revolutionary base area had no dietary restrictions and a robust stomach and tolerance for food like most Chinese people, making it difficult to compare with ordinary foreign friends.

"Why don't you ask them what nationality they are?"

"asked."

How should I answer?

"Celestial beings".

"what?"

The person in bed was stunned: "Oh no, have people come from the far side of the moon? What year is it? Is the solar furnace finished?"

Zhong Zemo retorted, "Idiot, it's obvious the big boss doesn't want to reveal himself now, he's just joking around to tease you guys."

Orange Tea agreed: "Actually, that's not wrong. If a project is initiated and an excellent game like Proof of the Stars is produced, wouldn't it be like a visitor from heaven, a celestial being, for the players?"

Seeing everyone doing reading comprehension exercises, Jiang Heyi pondered for a moment.

"Let's just have Cantonese food as usual. The boss isn't putting on airs and letting us order. I guess he just wants to try some local specialties."

Once back in the familiar territory of the jailer, he immediately became alert.

"Leave it to me, I'll order a table right away."

He dared not delay, fearing he wouldn't get a good spot, so he hurried home and found his father, who hadn't left the house yet.

"Inviting you to dinner?"

Yuan Huanye had just put on a sharp suit, looking very formal, as if he had business to discuss today.

"Your friend? We really can't neglect him. He's gone to a lot of trouble to bring you along, you piece of char siu."

"I've watched a lot of videos, and your performance isn't as impressive as Orange Tea's. Orange Tea is a support, and you're a damage dealer."

In order to gain a deeper understanding of his son's interests and profession, Yuan Huanye, with the help of his family, crammed on game knowledge and repeatedly watched clips of the prison guard.

Thanks to his elder brother Yuan Yuwen's review, he still hasn't figured out the deeper meaning behind the prison guard's ID.

But at the current surfing speed, it feels like it's only a matter of time before he crashes into the prison guard and kills him.

"Not entirely, but I need to entertain a distinguished guest, so get me some goods," the jailer said eagerly. "Some expensive red wine?"

"Why are you asking so suddenly? No way," Yuan Huanye complained. "In the future, you should tell me about these things in advance. Here's what we'll do: you can choose the thatch at home yourself."

"Take one can of tea from the top shelf as well."

As soon as Yuan Huanye left, the jailer glanced at the tea cabinet, his eyes unconsciously drifting upwards.

Saying that on purpose must be a hint to me!

Without saying a word, the jailer grabbed a can.

It has only been a little over a month since our last in-person meeting.

The familiar restaurant, the familiar private room—if the weather hadn't turned cold, perhaps even the clothes would have looked familiar.

The group, who were to meet in the evening, chatted enthusiastically over cold dishes. However, as the agreed meeting time approached 6 p.m., everyone fell silent.

Some were checking the time on their phones, others were peering towards the door, and still others, with ADHD, were running out of bed to look around the restaurant.

The diagnosis was that the person had been playing the shadow puppetry game too much, and it had become a professional habit.

At 6 o'clock sharp, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Behind the waiter were a man and a woman.

Everyone was a little stunned. Was the person next to Chen Shaoyu the founder?

That's way too young!

After the waiter left, the woman introduced herself in a soft voice.

"If we meet in real life, my name is Candlelight."

"The witness of the stars to the operators of this world."

"The founder of Starfire Campfire".

Jiang Heyi was the first to react. He left his seat, stood up, and clapped to show respect, and the others followed suit.

Although her self-introduction was full of childish chuunibyou, perhaps all geniuses are like this?

Just like mint, it has some flaws, which is understandable.

In the candlelight's bright eyes, it was as if stars were shifting.

Her gaze swept quietly over the crowd, and she smiled warmly.

"From now on, no matter what happens, please don't be too surprised."

With that, she snapped her fingers, and visible ripples spread out, transforming into a semi-transparent light shield that enveloped the entire room.

"This is the same soundproofing array you've seen in the game."

At the boundary between the real and the virtual, everyone tilted their heads, their faces full of question marks.

Chapter 303 The Truth About the Game

"That's amazing magic!" Orange Tea clapped again, asking curiously, "How did you do that?"

The candlelight smiled without saying a word, offering no explanation, and instead began to discuss the performance of the others in the game.

Starting from Windjammer City, the story unintentionally triggers the pre-event storyline of the Great Snow Mountain Demon in the Anna Rebellion, and then causes chaos in the capital through the Fallen Star Siren incident.

Along the way, they formed connections with mint, kasyapa, metasequoia, and the evil spirits of the Great Snow Mountain.

He made his presence known to leaders of mainland forces such as Jingxin and Kurien.

He spoke fluent Chinese, telling a story about the boundary between reality and illusion, and as everyone listened, they all seemed to drift into a daze.

In less than six months, so much has happened both inside and outside the game.

In contrast, their life experiences before this year seemed monotonous, dull, and boring.

Candlelight seemed to have been keeping a close eye on the guild's movements for a long time. She knew everything about the boundary between the virtual and real worlds like the back of her hand and could talk about it off the top of her head.

The dishes were served, and the story was finished.

The room seemed to be protected by an invisible and intangible barrier; the sound of the waiter rushing in when he opened the door shattered the tranquil seclusion.

Politely confirming with the jailer that all the dishes had been served, Candlelight stood up and went to Orange Tea.

"Shall I pick up the coconut juice and take a sip?"

I didn't understand why I made orange tea, but I did it anyway.

"Want another sip?"

A wonderful sensation slid from my fingertips to my wrist, the cup touched my lips, the coconut juice, which should have been at room temperature, was ice-cold, and the smooth shaved ice slid into my mouth, sending a chill straight to the top of my head.

Orange Tea stared wide-eyed at the frosted cup in disbelief.

Others didn't react much better.

They watched as wisps of smoke rose from the candle flame, and in an instant, an ice tray formed at the bottom of the cup.

"Wow, now let's redefine magic?" The jailer's mouth dropped open.

Afraid that he was seeing things, he went over and reached out to touch it himself.

What magic trick can create ice in a second without any obstruction?

Her imagination ran wild: "Oh no, is there really a Holy Grail? Is a Holy Grail War about to break out?"

The bizarre phenomenon is shaking everyone's worldview.

"In order for you to believe what I am about to say, I hope you can fully accept the fact that I am not an ordinary person, so... please do not scream."

Chen Shaoyu wanted to offer some suggestions, but Zhu Huo had already started.

In full view of everyone, she removed her head...

There was dead silence in the room.

No one screamed; only heavy breathing could be heard.

The worldview that was repeatedly impacted in a short period of time was reflected in the consciousness, leaving only numbness.

The brain activates its protective mechanism, locks the threshold, and mobilizes everyone's adrenaline, with the rumbling of heartbeats resonating throughout the room.

The rustling sound attracted everyone's attention; even the head placed on the table by the candlelight swayed and turned to look.

She was actually eating shrimp dumplings, and as she spoke, she poured some balsamic vinegar into the dish.

This made the candlelight sniffle.

"Sorry, I'm a little hungry."

Chen Shaoyu admired the composure of the virtual-real boundary. As expected of a T0 guild, their mental fortitude, displayed both online and offline, was enough to defeat 9% of people.

Jiang Heyi rubbed his tense brows, his mind in turmoil: "So, you're not from this world?"

"No."

The candle flame put its head back in, filling in the gaps between reality and illusion with the information it could provide about itself.

Visitors from another world, a dream game—everything that has happened since the server opened has come together in a chaotic way. The sheer volume of information has left everyone bewildered, looking at each other in confusion.