T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

A person slumped over a table attracted everyone's attention, and they moved closer to try and find out what was going on.

"Susu~"

The sound of clothes rubbing against the pages of a book made them stop.

The person, stiff and slumped on the desk, slowly turned their head.

Jiang Heyi felt a chill.

Jiang Heyi always observes a person from head to toe in a habitual way.

When the prison guard observes a person, he always habitually starts from the feet, then the hands, and finally the head.

But when faced with the bizarre humanoid mass of flesh and blood before them, their habits were shattered by the shocking visual impact. Their gazes darted left and right, as if every part of the other's body contained a vast amount of information, enough to overwhelm their minds with just a glance.

He can no longer be called a human being.

The facial features resembled a melted wax figure, fused into an unrecognizable mass. Even a novice artist's color palette was cleaner and clearer than the chaotic, indistinct colors of that face.

The eye is made up of a narrow slit less than a finger's width. It blinks forcefully, and a faint light shines through it, revealing an almost frantic desire to everyone.

Huge blood bubbles appeared in his throat with each breath.

His neck was severed by a sharp weapon, and the conspicuous stitches made him look more like a doll.

The exposed skin was like solidified lava, uneven and pitted, as horribly damaged as a field plowed by a raging bull.

The everted flesh and bloody mucus repeatedly bubbled and broke apart.

You can vaguely see tiny worms, about the size of rice grains, swimming beneath the skin. The flesh, somewhere between stiff and soft, is covered with dense, protruding bumps squeezed out by the worms.

Just watching their movements is enough to give you goosebumps all over your body.

He opened his mouth, which had long since rotted and lost its tongue. His oral mucosa was also covered with a huge number of white, plump, maggot-like things.

They are satiated with fresh blood, and each one exudes a surging life force.

It seems to contain the essence, energy, and spirit of a person.

Suddenly, a monster, whose physical characteristics could be barely identified as male, bent over.

The harsh, dry retching sounded like a hard object scraping against a blackboard.

"Ugh~~~~"

He spat out blood clots, no, chunks of flesh one after another.

Jiang Heyi swallowed hard. He realized that the person in front of him was a survivor of the main ethnic group in the Wanderers' Paradise.

And this person is slowly approaching the end of death in a way that defies description.

It was truly worse than death.

The worms, lurking inside the body, have long since taken over bodily functions and mimic the functions of the body's organs.

Using the power drawn from his body or from other living beings, they crush his flesh and blood while prolonging his life.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, whether intact or incomplete, leaked out from the mouth and from the ruptured, blurred mass of flesh and blood in the abdominal cavity.

He tried to raise his hand at the boundary between reality and illusion, and just then, the sound of a bone breaking occurred, and his entire arm twisted and snapped.

French Fries took a deep breath: "You're the survivor?"

Those already dim eyes gleamed with a will to survive through the narrow gaps.

It was as if French fries were a saint who could save him.

"What happened to you? Is there any record of it?"

A powerful will to survive made the man stronger than ever before. He transcended his physical capabilities and pointed with his still-intact arm to a bookshelf not far away, indicating that everything about them was there.

Then, he tried to move his lips.

"help me."

Orange Tea is also prepared to compete with Death for customers.

But the fries, who understood the mouth shape, did nothing. Instead, they went straight to the bookshelf, ignoring his life or death.

The man knelt on the ground in despair. His already decayed knees cracked with a "plop" and shattered completely, turning him into a lump of flesh that could melt on the ground.

Books and documents representing the ethnic markers of the nomadic people filled the bookshelves.

You can pick up any book at random and see the era clearly marked at the top.

This is the history of exile that this nation has passed down from generation to generation, constantly being updated.

Jiang Heyi glanced through some of the contents and couldn't help but marvel.

"Why do I always end up like a stray dog ​​on the street, getting kicked away by the majority ethnic group?"

After quickly browsing, Jiang Heyi saw the word "persecuted" most often.

They attributed all of this to their own excellence being envied by other ethnic groups.

They are always exploited by other groups, and are always forced to take up arms to defend their place of survival.

only……

A subtle feeling washed over him. He looked up and found that the fries were also looking at him.

It seems they share the same feeling.

Why is there no description of production and construction from this ethnic group?

Even if it is persecuted or taken away, shouldn't the process of creation be recorded?

A thorough search of historical records reveals that every line can be condensed into just two characters.

business.

The candlelight suddenly appeared, casually wiping away the disgusting chunks of meat on the ground, its eyes filled with loathing.

French Fries was stunned, and quickly stepped forward to ask, "These aren't actually historical events, are they?"

The candlelight nodded.

"This is the race that the Sovereign personally slaughtered before he entered the vast sea of ​​stars to begin his journey."

"An extermination order?" Fries swallowed hard.

The candlelight continued to nod.

"You even kill children?" Zhong Zemo was somewhat surprised.

“If you really understand their history, it’s not hard to understand why the rulers are so tyrannical,” Candlelight said. “The rulers simply treated them the same way they treat others, as equals.”

Chapter 316: The Lowly

As an Easter egg hidden in the game's hidden levels, the obvious rewards and the hidden story run parallel.

Driven by the generous rewards, most people will follow the clues in the game to piece together the hidden truth behind the fragmented story and uncover the secrets of the Wanderer's Paradise.

The candlelight shouldn't disrupt this part of the game experience that blurs the line between reality and illusion.

However, given that Jiang Heyi and the other six will most likely become the solution to another world in the future, they will more or less come into contact with the will of the ruler.

She believes it is essential to ensure that everyone fully understands the Lord's motivations and actions, in order to avoid cognitive biases caused by fragmented storylines and misunderstandings of the great Lord.

The candlelight flickered, causing the pages of the books on the bookshelf to dance and merge into a curtain of light.

On the light screen, a description of "themselves" from the documents of the wandering tribe was played.

They call themselves the chosen people, blessed by the gods from birth, possessing innate charisma and admirable virtues.

By relying on their intelligence and wisdom, they can always overcome adversity, rebuild their ethnic lineage, accumulate wealth, and create a paradise for their community.

"During the period when they were hiding under assumed names to avoid being pursued, they dared not mention the names of their own ethnic group."

The candlelight spoke.

"They are known by two names: Twilight Vampires, and... the Scoundrels."

"The former is the result of the analysis of many groups that came into contact with it over a long period of time."

“The lowly are very good at lending and borrowing, and they especially like to collect debts at dusk, making a family restless and an individual breathless.”

"Because he always manages to manipulate contracts and documents in a cunning way, causing countless families to be ruined, wives and children to be separated, and him to amass wealth, he is known as the 'vampire.' At the same time, this nickname also has another deeper meaning, but please allow me to talk about it later."

Jiang Heyi suddenly realized.

The "vampire" in the "Twilight Vampire" dungeon refers to this.

“No wonder I haven’t seen any similar monsters along the way; they’ve all been ugly, stitched-together monsters of flesh and blood,” Zhong Zemo clicked his tongue.

Candlelight smiled: "Once upon a time, there was a vampire clan living on the same continent as them. Because of their infamous nickname, they announced that the entire clan would not eat blood when not in combat, and would instead use magic supplements instead."

"what?"

The boundary between reality and illusion left everyone dumbfounded.

The woman in bed asked, "Is it the vampire race that can choose a profession in the Proof of the Stars?"

Candlelight nodded: "They didn't just talk the talk; they walked the walk. After witnessing the atrocities of the lowly, they took the lead in declaring war to protect the imperial bloodline that had been humiliated to the point of near extinction by the lowly."

"Incidentally, they haven't been particularly friendly to non-vampire groups throughout history. Judging by your values, they would probably be considered chaotic neutral?"

To force vampires who hold the belief that "those who are not of our kind must have different intentions" to take action and think, "You are going too far," what kind of incredible feat did they have to do?

The light projection was telling the story of how they were bullied, their amusement park was destroyed, and they began to flee.

The lowly described it as "a bloody and terrifying atrocity committed by mediocre people who are not favored by the gods and who fear those who are guided by the light, suppressing the rise of the superior race."

The credibility of the documents left by named scholars, supported by detailed historical information including the year, makes every line of text flow with the weeping voice of the lowly.

They seem to have truly suffered immense oppression, experiencing unprecedented genocide and horrific systemic persecution.

If players simply browse the game information left on the bookshelf and don't find any hidden details in the game, many players might simply accept the characterization that "they are good people who have been persecuted."

However, their style changed when they heard the candlelight.

In the original paradise, the lowly ones seized the golden opportunity of being reshuffled and rising to power after the destruction of the magical tide, thanks to the devastating natural disasters brought about by the magical tide. They became a super empire that ruled the entire continent.

However, within just one hundred years, popular uprisings broke out across this vast empire.

There's no other reason than that, apart from the majority of the lowly race, all other living beings on the continent are regarded as inferior species by them.

"Inferior races are not derogatory terms used by the lowly; they genuinely believe that this is an objective and fair statement, an indisputable fact."

"Because they are the chosen ones, and everyone else is an inferior race."

Under the dominance of an extremely radical ruling ideology, it is less accurate to say that the lowly people established a continent-wide super empire, and more accurate to say that they regarded all living beings on the entire continent as slaves, taking whatever they wanted from them, and enslaving and oppressing them.

This exploitation applies to everyone equally.

They won't go easy on you just because you're a woman, a child, or an elderly person.

From clothing, food, housing, and transportation to funerals and weddings, taxes and contracts weigh heavily on the heads of every lowly citizen of the empire.

The periodic magical tides bring natural disasters, causing constant reshuffling of power on each continent and making it impossible to form a stable political structure. As a result, everyone's governance system is in a mess.

Except for a few continents that can rely on powerful leaders to suppress their territories, they almost inevitably fall into a spiral of chaos.

Throughout history, no other ethnic group has ever been able to achieve this in that era; the ruling ideology of the entire empire was "enslavement and plunder of other races."

Moreover, it is written into articles without any concealment and is strictly enforced.

They snatched the beautiful elves from their parents, packaged them up, and sold them to another continent in exchange for a huge fortune.

The long-lived forest eel species was once squeezed to the point of extinction.

Orcs are physically strong.

They manipulated contracts, forcing the orcs to constantly sell their physical strength and cheap labor.

They were only allowed to receive medical treatment after they died from exhaustion during the relocation of the workshop.

But this was not out of kindness; rather, it was so that while they were still alive, they could find suitable organs to harvest and sell to puppeteers and alchemists on another continent.

If any exceptional talent is discovered during the examination, without exception, they will become the experimental subjects of the lowly potion masters, used to test the upper limit of the threshold of new potions.

To satisfy the enormous demands of the nobles on the alien continent, they tacitly approved the unwarranted trials and hunting of alien races.

The wings of the butterfly race are coveted and are also an important ingredient in potion-making.

Thus, on the continent ruled by the lowly, the Butterfly Clan and the Hybrid Butterfly Clan could only ever see prisons from birth to death.