T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"What race?"

"people."

"Where are you from? Have you ever unintentionally used any special self-designations?"

The headless horseman said sadly.

"I am sorry, great adventurers. The moment we finished building the underground palace, we were all slaughtered. Our bodies were thrown into a cyclical magic circle and shaped into headless horsemen to wander around."

"That's all I know about them."

"Perhaps if you delve deeper, you will find more information."

The jailer hesitated for a moment and asked again, "Is the way to open the door really to throw in high-value items?"

"Yes, valuable monster materials, magic crystals, gold coins, and silver coins are all welcome. Only those that meet the criteria for the magic circle will be opened."

"If you attempt to force your way in, the chain magic array will collapse the space within the area, causing the underground palace to sink and become difficult to find."

The person in the quilt clicked their tongue in amazement: "Wow, does this count as spending real money to clear a dungeon? I've been playing Stellaris for so long, and I've never seen a game where you have to spend money to clear a level."

That sounds like such an unusual piece of evidence.

After pressing him further, and confirming that there was truly no other solution but to spend money, Jiang Heyi couldn't help but scratch his head.

The French fry stared thoughtfully at the coin slot.

This design is practically blatant robbery.

In front of the projector, the candlelight, having taken a sip of tea, couldn't help but smile.

During the conversation with number ②, her expression gradually became more varied, whereas she had remained calm throughout.

“That’s right, that’s the reaction,” she said. “It’s so funny.”

He glanced at number ②, said nothing, and continued watching.

The four Primarchs returned to the guild, dragging six boxes containing white and green junk materials—thanks to the Dragon Knight and the players who invaded the guild.

There is a [Nameless Ratman with a Severed Arm]. Whether he is a tourist or has malicious intentions, as long as he dies in the guild, there is a chance that he will give the guild a small gift.

The material slid into the coin slot and headed towards the end of the dark passage.

Box after box, the coin slots like gaping maws of an abyss, greedily devouring the money at the boundary between the real and the virtual, yet showing no sign of ever being opened.

The six boxes, which were fully loaded, were emptied, but the gate remained completely unmoved.

Everyone looked back at the headless horseman.

"Not valuable enough."

"Tsk."

She checked herself in bed and found a spare purple-grade dagger, which she stuffed into the quilt without saying a word.

"Consider it my first 6 yuan recharge."

The clanging sound of daggers striking the inner wall of the passage echoed, but the door still said "NO" to everyone.

The jailer waved his hand and said, "I'll go get the purple material box!"

We continue to thank the Dragon Knights Guild for their generous sponsorship; they haven't even used up all the abundant items and materials they obtained from the raid.

A total of 121 purple materials filled three boxes, which were then roughly stuffed into the coin slots.

Seeing the jailer stuff the first box in, Jiang Heyi felt a pang of heartache.

If the dungeon doesn't drop the [Twilight Vampire] equipment blueprint at the end, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

The fries have tasted good again.

A blueprint for the "Twilight Vampire Blade" has been posted, indicating that this is a top-tier item with explosive effects.

Upon arriving at the door, they simply raised their hands and collected the toll.

Try your luck with the first purchase of the green and white material boxes; if you don't get the desired items, then spend a lot more money and try to change your fate with real money.

“I think we should probably stop,” the two said almost simultaneously.

"Ah, should we stop?" Zhong Zemo was helping the bed empty the second box. "We've already thrown in so much, should we stop now?"

That sounds like it's all about spending money on in-game purchases!

The tomb entrance is like a gacha pool with no guaranteed drop rate, no probability of success, and no visible progress.

Zhong Zemo is now at the stage of feeling sorry for sunk costs.

Fortunately, the great teacher was of sound mind and immediately realized what he had said.

He turned and glared at the headless horseman, but the headless horseman was also completely innocent.

That's how it was designed. What can someone do if a knife is held to their neck?

If they cannot provide a solution that satisfies the magicians, they will be "eliminated".

If he won't do it, there are plenty of "people" who will.

Necromantic magic resurrects flesh and blood, manipulating them to continue working.

"Tell me, where does all this material poured into the coin slot go?"

"The central warehouse for maintaining the operation of the magic array," the headless knight replied. "It is sorted according to rarity and then screened to determine whether it can be directly decomposed into energy."

How long will the process take?

"If the magic array is not operating efficiently, it will be consumed in two or three days."

"Is the area where the central warehouse is located easy to reach?"

“Uh…” the headless knight sighed, “We designed an excellent modular palace.”

Got it. This underground palace can be mobilized within a certain range for each area.

Even if we find the map now, it won't be of much use.

He complained in bed, "Wow, why did you design the map structure to be so easy?!"

"I won't be the first to be eliminated..." The Headless Horseman was very honest. "Whether the landscape, art, and map design are good or bad is quite obvious, there's no way to trip me up."

After much deliberation, Jiang Heyi gritted his teeth.

"fall!"

The jailer said slyly, "Really? You said it yourself that it's a sunk cost."

Jiang Heyi clenched his fist: "If I don't fall, how can I go in and kill that beastly bastard, the palace master?"

It's no longer a question of whether it's a dungeon or not.

The actions of the palace owner are infuriating for no apparent reason.

It had little to do with his ruthless massacre of craftsmen; everyone vaguely sensed that the anger came from elsewhere.

You can live without blueprints, but you can't live without breathing!

At this moment, what was poured into the coin slot was no longer material, but the anger of everyone on the boundary between the virtual and the real.

"Fine, fine, three boxes are in, aren't you going to open the door?"

He jumped out of bed and kicked the door.

"Come on, let's see how many resources you can devour!"

Impatient for Zhong Zemo to return to the guild and empty her coffers, she began to sift through the items she carried, to see which ones she could give a try.

The jailer was the same.

Even the fries were eager to get started, cracking their knuckles as they rummaged through their backpacks.

The headless horseman dared not breathe—though he was unable to breathe.

The atmosphere was eerily strange, and the people on the boundary between reality and illusion seemed to be possessed by demons; the slightest spark would cause an explosion.

Even though the person is dead, he can still feel it.

Zhong Zemo is back.

"Mint and Kesha thought we were in big trouble and insisted on coming to help."

He said, "I've never seen us use up materials so quickly. Even Elaine thought we were in big trouble and needed help."

He burst into laughter under the covers: "Hahaha, help! That's invincible!"

Two sets of red materials and 32 sets of purple materials entered, and a rumbling sound came from the gate.

There was no joy, no celebration; everyone simply drew their weapons and drank the potion in silence.

The headless horseman cautiously reminded him, "Remember to burn... the corpse for me."

Before he could finish speaking, the seven people rushed into the tomb through the wide-open door, moving with lightning speed.

The skeletal guardians that had just been revived behind the door instantly turned into a sky full of bone dust.

They fell into eternal sleep without even raising their hands.

Anything that moves is the enemy; all undead creations along the way vanish in an instant.

The candlelight before the projection suggests that this represents the pinnacle of combat power at the boundary between the real and virtual realms since the Temple of the Clarity.

As the Lord said, "The power of the mind is limitless."

Number ② couldn't break her habit of going against the candlelight; when the candlelight was happy, she felt uncomfortable all over.

She retorted, "What's so funny? It's ridiculous."

"It's pointless, why did you stay to watch?"

It remains a straightforward narrative, but the candlelight's straightforward narrative, when it falls into the ears of number ②, carries an eerie and unsettling effect.

"Humph!"

Number ② stood up angrily, turned around and left.

Chen Shaoyu muttered to himself as he squatted by the table, eating his snacks.

"She's really determined to go against you. She clearly wants to keep watching and gather more information about the current boundary between reality and virtuality."

"Speaking of which, I also feel that this dungeon is a bit..."

Candlelight hints: "Is it a bit different from the other dungeons in StarCraft?"

"Yes, is there really only one solution?"

“Yes,” Candlelight replied, “You can only beat the game by spending money. In your words… if you don’t spend money, don’t play.”

Chen Shaoyu said thoughtfully, "I have a feeling that your Lord is doing this on purpose."

"Of course it was intentional. Not only that, this little dungeon also hides a lot of the Overlord's wicked tastes."

My parents' cat is lost; I need to take time off work to look for it.

On the third day after the cat went missing, my parents urged me to look for it, and they did indeed spot my tabby cat briefly in the neighborhood.

As they get older, they become more stubborn, convinced that they can only have tabby cats, and have developed an attachment to them.

I might have to spend the whole night in the neighborhood watching the security cameras, ready to make an arrest at any time.

Luckily, he's still active in the neighborhood tonight, so there's still hope. If he stays out of the wild for a few more days, given his raccoon dog-like nature, he probably won't recognize anyone anymore.

Please forgive me, everyone. I will catch up on my sleep tomorrow after I finish catching up on sleep all night.

Chapter 309 Within the Red Mist

Following the headless horseman's clues, a map was found at the boundary between reality and illusion.

The Twilight Vampire Tomb was called "Wanderer's Paradise" by its builders.

All things considered, the underground palace's functional and residential areas are equivalent to the size of nine stories of the Temple of the Clarity.

Upon entering the ninth floor of the temple, Jiang Heyi and his group fought their way through for quite some time before finally reaching the core area.

After King Slime joined the party, he learned that there were pastures, grasslands, and orchards outside the core area.

No comparison, no harm.