T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The jailer looked bewildered: "Can't we just increase the game time?"

Candlelight said, “Yes, but I must respect the ideas of world leaders. This involves economic and social issues and is far more complex than you think.”

The jailer suddenly realized.

That's right, players who possess the Star Proof device are unlikely to choose other forms of entertainment.

They play games more often, and when they get home they go straight to sleep.

For individual players, this is an incredibly satisfying experience, but when a large group of players makes the same choice, it inevitably causes some unnecessary turmoil and disruption.

The Three Realms are ruled by various scattered forces. It is a cultivation world without a powerful central authority, where each faction acts independently.

They inherently have fewer things to worry about than those in a world with a stable order.

Weaver only needs to drive them into dreams and conquer cities in the game, while Candlelight has a lot more to think about and weigh.

Those who can play the Proof of the Stars are basically extraordinary, and they have no worries about food and drink. They can stay at home and dream, and it doesn't matter if they don't do any production every day, because countless ordinary people will serve them.

These two individuals have completely different attitudes towards the civilizations of the world they live in.

Jiang Heyi forced himself to spit out a mouthful of saliva.

"nausea!"

Despite claiming it was a game to determine the winner, Zhifeng had no intention of a fair fight. His cunning and scheming nature was unmistakable, extending from within the game to outside of it.

Seeing the indignant expressions on the boundary between reality and illusion, she smiled.

"Don't make that face. Imagine you encounter someone cheating and spying on you while playing a game. If she still can't win, what would you do?"

Jiang Heyi clenched his fist: "Type in the public chat, or use voice messages if possible, and send sincere greetings to him and his family, taking his family lineage as the center."

Zhong Zemo abandoned his refined demeanor: "What else can we do but wish him a speedy death so that he can reunite with his parents in heaven who are helping him spy on the screen."

Candlelight covered her mouth and chuckled softly: "Then look forward to that day. I'll leave the Wind Weaving to you all to enjoy."

"All you need to do now is stay calm and don't get angry. I'll handle this. You just need to focus on playing the game and enjoy everything in life and the game world."

French Fries once imagined that the master behind the candlelight was actually a bewitching evil god, and those flesh and blood creations reflected its true inner self.

But the things the candlelight showed made her unable to help but believe that the paradise described by the candlelight truly existed deep in the vast universe.

After explaining some details, the boundary between reality and illusion was temporarily removed.

Candlelight also set off and found the enamel mug that was chatting with players in Xiangfeng City Square.

Where there is one there are two, and when there are two there are three.

The enamel mug, which was initially reluctant to enter the game, has become a permanent fixture due to the allure of the boundary between reality and virtuality.

The short film about navigating the boundary between reality and illusion hasn't been shown in a long time—he missed the grand spectacle of the Wanderer's Paradise.

After a long period of rest and recuperation, enamel mugs have discovered new pleasures.

He frequented the bars and squares of Xiangfeng City, admiring all sorts of players from different countries, and often mingled with them for a good chat.

He's gotten old and isn't very interested in fighting anymore; he's a pure scenery enthusiast and a casual player.

When he was found, Enamel Mug was leisurely sipping wine provided by the tavern, his face beaming with joy as he basked in the warm sunshine.

The candlelight revealed the purpose of their trip.

"Since the World Championship has been canceled, I will be hosting similar competitions in the game."

"At the same time, to reward players, I will add the option to give away game time."

"Players who receive the reward will have their daily playtime increased by 1 to 3 hours."

"Event duration: 3 months."

The enamel mug initially frowned, remained silent for a long time, then gradually relaxed its brows and nodded slightly.

The candlelight was merely a notification, but it clearly also intended to hear his feedback, a respect that the enamel mug appreciated.

It was only a short-term change, and he believed other leaders would react similarly.

When will the announcement be made?

"tonight."

"So soon?" The enamel mug was taken aback. "When does the event start?"

"In 7 days."

The enamel mug froze again, without any warning.

He hesitated, then tentatively spoke.

"As I mentioned before, what we can get from the World Championship..."

"If we win this event, I will keep my word."

The enamel mug failed to notice the unusual nature of those few words, and its anticipation was rekindled.

The candlelight conjured up a roast duck out of thin air and handed it to Chen Shaoyu, who was drooling as he watched the players in the distance eat.

Then suddenly he asked, "Are you still paying attention to the boundary between the real and the virtual?"

“I’ve been watching the videos, but they’ve been too quiet lately.”

Candlelight smiled and said, "Tomorrow won't be so quiet; they're going to do a live stream."

"Game streaming?"

"Live-streaming e-commerce".

The enamel mug naturally let out an "ah" sound.

The candlelight led the enamel mug into God's-eye view, where it found the jailer and his group in another world, enjoying the fragrance of the city square and introducing tomorrow's live stream to players from all over the world.

"The much-anticipated live-streaming sales segment is finally here!"

"Want to see us crash and burn?"

"If you want to watch, then you've come to the right place! Tune in to the official live stream of the Virtual Reality Boundary account at 12 noon tomorrow!"

The jailer's unique way of introducing himself was truly hilarious.

The enamel mug asked, "What are they selling?"

"Fruit," Chen Shaoyu emphasized, "because fruit that can't be sold at a good price due to price suppression."

Upon hearing this, the enamel cup, which had been cheerfully swayed by the prison guard's words, narrowed its eyes slightly.

Where did the goods come from?

"In the towns and villages near my hometown, there was a lot of unsold orange tea this year. They wanted to do what they could, but they didn't make much money."

The enamel mug's expression softened further, and it asked again, "Can you control the quality well?"

"With the help of the prison guard's family and his personal oversight, there shouldn't be any problems."

Seeing the boundary between the real and virtual worlds mobilized and vigorously promote themselves, the enamel mug suddenly burst into laughter.

“Young people want to do something meaningful for themselves, for society, and for farmers. We elders should also do our part,” the enamel mug said lightly. “Shaoyu, could you tell him to order 100 jin for me?”

As the year draws to a close, whether you keep it for yourself or give it to old friends, it's a good choice.

Chapter 328 Give me some points!

After a night of in-game promotions, players who had been closely following the dynamics of the boundary between reality and virtuality were basically aware of the product promotion.

After Jiang Heyi went offline, her latest update was met with a constant stream of inquiries about whether the "lucky bag blessed by the Tea God" existed.

Jiang Heyi couldn't quite understand this way of thinking. Why would you need to buy fruit in a lucky bag?

If you ask too many questions, you'll inevitably wonder if it's just people making a fuss or if they're being genuine.

The prison guard had a wide circle of friends; after looking around, he discovered...

"Oh no, they really want it."

Orange Tea, who was on her way home, saw the news in the car.

She tilted her head, staring at her phone: "Huh?"

The guild war lottery video that made Orange Tea famous has garnered 1200 million views to date, making it a veritable cyber temple with daily incense offerings.

The pragmatic belief model of "don't worry about whether it works or not, just believe a little" means that every time you refresh the page, you can still see new prayers, occasionally interspersed with a few replies fulfilling vows.

Good luck, the most unassuming and simple attribute.

In the courtyard of the two-story house in the hometown of the Tea God, the spotless ground was once again sprinkled with water and swept by Orange Tea's parents.

Outside the wall built of bluestone bricks, a large crowd of people thronged, the air thick with the presence of strangers, while the big yellow dog in the courtyard howled incessantly.

After eating a big tug from his father's orange tea, he wagged his tail and lay down with a "woof woof" sound.

Young people and elderly people from several nearby villages who stayed in their hometowns instead of going out to work all came. They whispered among themselves and discussed the matter.

People are talking about live-streaming e-commerce.

They are both hopeful and apprehensive about whether live streaming can solve their sales problems.

Most elderly people don't understand what Proof of the Stars is. If it weren't for the younger generation explaining it to them, they would have a hard time comprehending how much influence a gamer can have.

Some people envy the parents of Orange Tea for their good fortune; their child is inexplicably successful, not only excelling in his studies but also becoming a celebrity not long after the start of the school year.

The village probably won't last much longer; it's only a matter of time before the children take the elderly couple away to enjoy their retirement.

"Give me, let me."

Orange Tea struggled through the crowd. Her usually quiet home was now surrounded by people who had come to join the fun. She squeezed forward for a while before finally managing to escape through the gaps in the crowd.

As soon as the gate opened and closed, Orange Tea entered the yard, and the big dog bared its teeth and howled.

Its head was grabbed and rubbed repeatedly, its tail like a propeller, leaving afterimages.

Seeing that the prison guard and his brother were piling up the best-quality pomelos into a spectacular little mountain, Orange Tea quickly stepped forward to help.

"Where are my parents?" she wondered.

It's not their style to not greet or help guests when they arrive.

The prison guard worked hard, explaining, "I told them to go and rest. Anyway, we're about to start the broadcast, so there's no need for the uncles and aunties to get tired."

Yuan Yuwen complained: "You're so good at dealing with people, yet you still make your family so angry."

After completing the final debugging of the software and machines, and successfully streaming the test stream, Orange Tea quickly settled into its role as a mascot.

For some reason, people have a great enthusiasm for fruits from the hometown of orange tea, as if buying them will indirectly bring them blessings.

Even before the live stream started, the official account's live stream room was already packed with people.

Tens of thousands of people watched the black screen live stream, chatting enthusiastically in the chat.

No streamer is needed; the comments section can create its own entertainment value.

Yuan Yuwen, holding the prepared script, stood behind the camera, quietly providing off-site assistance, completely giving up her position to the two main characters of the live broadcast.

At 12 o'clock sharp, the live stream started.

The black screen was replaced with a video, and at that moment, the barrage of comments from the players who had been lying in wait almost crashed the live stream.

Without saying a word, the prison guard had to get close to the screen and squint to see what the dense barrage of comments was saying.

"We've come to see the Tea Master. Who are you?"

"Tea God, my Tea God!"

"Tea Sect!"

"For more exciting and sizzling content, please add me on WeChat..."

The barrage of comments exploded, and Jiang Heyi and French Fries, who were remotely monitoring the situation, were busy with their operations—first, kill Oatmeal Bro.

The prepared script was momentarily interrupted by the overly explosive opening, and the jailer forgot his lines.

Yuan Yuwen quickly grabbed the inscription board.

Seeing the screen filled with comments, the jailer had a new idea.

They're all internet surfing experts, and this isn't a business deal with strict requirements. Forcing them to say some stiff, clichéd phrases will only make netizens feel bored.

Since it's a live stream, interaction should definitely be the top priority.