T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Throughout their lives, their only form of entertainment was mating.

They give birth to offspring, harvest their wings, take their organs, squeeze out all profits, and then burn them at will.

Excellent potions can heal lost wings and grow new ones, but in order to control their quantity and create scarcity, they chose the most vicious method.

In oppressing and abusing other races, the lowly are treated equally.

Therefore, the entire continent was more united than ever in resisting him.

Continent, sky, ocean.

From humans to orcs, from dragons to winged people, from sirens to sea monsters, without exception, they all deeply despise the lowly.

Finally, after an unknown peasant raised a pitchfork and killed a lowly merchant, the sparks of rebellion quickly spread throughout the continent.

Ordinary people without magic used sticks and pitchforks, relying on their flesh and blood, to pounce on the ruling centers of various regions, layer by layer.

The mages who had mastered magic emerged from the mage tower and walked among the crowds they had once distanced themselves from, unleashing secret spells that could shake the rule of the lowly empire.

The children, carrying supplies, braved the magic and plunged into the battlefield, all to deliver blood-stained food, weapons, and potions to the warriors on the front lines.

Upon hearing that they were about to collapse, the greedy merchants refused their requests to board the ship and escape.

Even if the lowly offered a hundred or a thousand times the reward, the merchants remained unmoved.

Everyone was stunned.

Candlelight said, "Magic is like a key. Those who possess the key are born with more possibilities. It can be said that at the moment of awakening, a magician cannot be considered a human being in the strict sense, but rather a life form that has completed its evolution."

"The collapse of the Lowly Empire was truly, historically recorded, the first case of a mortal defeating many times more magicians, built entirely of flesh and blood."

"The overwhelming dominance of higher-ranking mages over lower-ranking mages is an indisputable fact."

"After that, scholars added a new sentence for the sake of rigor: Rank does not represent combat power, but numbers can change the course of a battle."

"Before that, magicians thought it was a joke."

"These are the words left behind by countless heroes of that continent, who used their own blood and flesh, as ordinary people, to prove their existence."

“Since then, the rule of neighboring countries over ordinary people has become much more lenient.”

The lowly people, who had struggled to escape paradise, finally found a place to settle after many twists and turns.

Taking advantage of the communication difficulties, they used their wealth to create a narrative, portraying themselves as victims of war, thus gaining the sympathy of the local community and acquiring a new habitat.

Over a century, they have gradually infiltrated and eroded the country that allows them to live.

They launched a coup without delay, whipping the remaining bloodline of the empire to death in the streets, disemboweling their bodies and hanging them high as lamps.

"Damn, even Sima Yi would be shocked if he saw this..." The jailer was speechless.

Candlelight continued, "After taking control of the new territory, they officially declared that this was the new paradise that the gods had guided them to obtain."

"Then, they replicated everything that had been done in the original empire."

"what?"

Although we were mentally prepared, we still couldn't help but react the same way when we heard that they were going to recreate the event.

It takes skill to remain inhumane and completely refrain from learning any lessons from the history of wandering, and to remain unchanged for a century.

As systemic extinctions descended upon the New World, the lowly still longed for their homeland.

They sent spies disguised as businessmen back to their homeland, employing various methods such as assassination and propaganda to sow discord among major powers.

Under their instigation and interference, the parties that had originally formed a harmonious relationship through the uprising and oaths began to drift apart and become increasingly estranged in less than a century.

The repressed past made French Fries look pale.

In their culture, they can't stand such scenes.

Good people should be rewarded, and evil people should have their whole family die.

Yet the lowly race always manages to escape, destroying everything others have painstakingly built, taking their place, and bringing bloodshed and carnage. It's infuriating to hear, making one wish they could travel back in time and stab them on the spot.

The candlelight flickered the light projected from the history books of the lowly.

This page is prominently titled, "The Demon God Descends."

This continent is plagued by constant internal strife and severe racial divisions. It should have been utterly crushed and overrun by the lowly.

But a nightmare has descended upon the lowly.

A mysterious sorcerer appeared out of nowhere and single-handedly reversed the course of the battle, devouring tens of thousands of elites and leading the alien races across the continent who were willing to fight against the lowly to an unprecedented victory.

The defeat in local wars was not enough to cause the collapse of the lowly people's national strength. What really bothered them was the [Demon God] himself.

With his powerful personal charisma, he united several major factions on the mainland.

From then on, the major factions joined forces and formed an alliance against the lowly.

This battle forced the lowly to shift their strategic focus to defending and consolidating their existing territory, making it impossible for them to launch proactive attacks.

Needless to say, everyone has already guessed the true form of the demon god.

The candlelight was not concealed.

"The ruler was too weak at the time to destroy the country, so he could only do this much for the time being."

“From that time on, the term ‘lowly’ was fixed in the mind of the ruler, though it was never formally uttered.”

The lowly are essentially a bloodsucking nation. They do not produce anything themselves, but seize the vast wealth of surrounding countries through contracts and trade for their own use.

Once their expansion is curbed, internal contradictions will immediately become apparent.

More than ten years after the Lord of Candlelight left, they fell apart, but each branch maintained the same old ways.

Two consecutive lessons failed to instill in them any remorse; instead, due to limited resources, they became even more brazen.

Unable to expand, they resorted to banditry, plundering, and killing.

Instead of waging a full-scale war, using localized skirmishes to drain the energy of neighboring countries is extremely troublesome.

This reckless behavior ultimately led to the return of the Demon God and the rise of the continent's native gods.

Perhaps the lowly are merely chanting slogans, never truly believing in the gods of mythology; they have never truly formed a belief in a god.

The moment the two gods descended, the lowly lost their home once again and were commanded by the Lord of the Candlelight to "wander forever."

"Why not kill them all?"

The jailer had already guessed that the lowly one would act recklessly a third time, and this time it would inevitably lead to even greater casualties.

If the master of the candle is wise enough, he should take precautions and eliminate them completely!

"The ruler is also a human being, not a lowly one."

"Years later, the Sovereign repented... If he could go back to the past, he would not hesitate to exterminate the lowly race without leaving a single bloodline."

Regarding the third rebellion, Candlelight did not elaborate, only mentioning it briefly.

Half the continent's inhabitants perished because of the lowly.

"Both the physical body and the spiritual body were annihilated into nothingness, and even the already incredibly powerful ruler could not save them."

"After a day and a night of silence, the Sovereign issued the only extermination order."

“Exterminate the lowly race, regardless of gender or age.”

Candlelight said, “My Lord, who has followed the Sovereign for many years, once said that it was the day he saw the Sovereign most like the devil.”

"It was the lowly who made him completely lose control."

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Chapter 317 Can I have your nun's habit?

As an Easter egg level, the game's design is full of malice.

Knowing that the designer is the Overlord, Fries vaguely guessed that the hidden plot was also intricately connected to the Overlord himself.

"Did I interrupt your gaming experience?" she asked.

Candlelight didn't hide anything: "The mystery of the dungeon's background story exists in a dedicated level. I don't want the current fragmented information to mislead you or cause you to misunderstand the master, after all..."

“You are special; Anna’s fate rests in your hands.”

The jailer couldn't help but say, "Let's not talk about that now. I just want to know if they've killed them all this time?"

"The current instance you are experiencing is the doomsday they are facing."

French fries connect all the information.

"The source of the lowly people's anxiety is your master. In order to avoid the master's order of extermination, they hide and try to disguise themselves through special rituals to escape the pursuit of flesh monsters."

"The sacrificial ritual appears to be a disguise, making it difficult for your ruler to find and descend?"

The candlelight smiled and nodded, indicating that she was right.

"But they still failed. The power of the Sovereign descended upon this 'paradise,' and all punishments became tangible."

Orange Tea murmured, "Visualization...so that flesh and blood tree was covered with dissected organs, and they even had prices listed."

Everyone suddenly realized.

The sins committed by the lowly have returned to them in a way that is visible to the naked eye.

They abused and kept other races, harvesting their bodies as material, and the flesh and blood tree completed its judgment in the same way.

"What is the manipulation of the bone dragon's spirit?"

“Souls are also high-value materials, and necromancers, puppeteers, and even some special array masters have a high demand for them,” Candlelight said. “Immaculate spirits with high plasticity are extremely rare, so children under the age of 6 are their primary hunting targets.”

The woman in the blankets understood: "So the bone dragons restrained their spirits, repeatedly tormenting and ravaging them?"

The jailer scratched his head: "Oh no, if we kill the bone dragon, wouldn't that be aiding and abetting evil, and letting them get away with it?"

Candlelight laughed: "This does not change the fact that they were dominated and exterminated in history. It is only included in the game to make the lowly race infamous for ten thousand years. If it can provide some warning to certain civilizations and inspire those brave and fearless rebels, it would be excellent."

"Players are free to do whatever they want. The most important thing in a game is to have fun, right?"

The candlelight is so understanding... no, it should be her masters who are understanding.

If the Overlord truly cares, considering the massive amount of malice in the Easter egg level, he probably wouldn't mind adding another setting: flesh and blood creations cannot be killed, to thoroughly disgust war-crazed players.

But he didn't do that; instead, he designed falling objects.

Ok……

Let's find a chance to cut down the Flesh Tree too. The Bone Dragon has some good treasures, maybe it will have some too?

"Candlelight, you said you could do whatever you wanted, but why didn't the nun give me her nun's habit when I asked her for it when the server opened?" Jailer Bro asked, puzzled.

The candlelight went silent.

"Although the game is very free, I still hope that the jailer can control it a little."

"Suppose that in the future you choose to become Anna's solution, and you encounter those alien races..."

"Right away, touch their ears and feel their texture," the jailer interrupted. "Then their tails!"

After a two-second silence, Candlelight didn't reply. She waved her hand forward, and a portal appeared faintly.

"Why is everyone so silent? Don't you want to touch it?" the jailer asked, puzzled.

The group followed them through the passage.

Just like the special level that contains 8 chests, under the sky, wheat ears sway on both sides, and at the end of the only road stands a church-like building.

The candlelight stopped: "Everything you want is here."

Knowing that the candlelight had given them a special opportunity to learn about the final moments of the lowly, Fries couldn't help but be curious.

"Does this count as cheating?"

“The Easter egg level is an exception.” Candlelight covered his mouth. “In the words of the Overlord, the Easter egg is dessert.”

"Brother jailer."

Before he had taken more than a few steps, the jailer was stopped by the candlelight.

"Forget it, it's okay."

The jailer looked puzzled, but only after he walked away did Candlelight reveal an evil smile.

Chen Shaoyu felt a chill run down his spine upon witnessing this scene.