T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

“I’ve figured out how to transfer the money to everyone’s names, it will take a little time.” Nong Ya thought she was being audited, so she quickly explained, “Apart from the travel expenses that everyone agreed to, I won’t take a single penny from it.”

Jiang Heyi pondered for a moment and then typed out a line of text.

"It feels like even after knowing each other for so long, Nong Ya, you still seem quite distant."

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but say, "Cultural differences? Why do you feel like we're checking your accounts instead of just being curious about how much money you've made?"

Nong Ya didn't know how to answer, so she could only watch as the seven people at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds started chattering amongst themselves.

Orange tea is still the best choice.

"I feel like Nongya showed signs of wanting to integrate into the guild a long time ago. Why did she back down after everyone was being so friendly and enthusiastic? Was she scared off by the enthusiasm?"

“Uh…” Nong Ya couldn’t help but touch her cheek.

She was a little embarrassed to say it, but that was indeed the reason.

She's always played games alone so far, and seeing how much fun she's having at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, it would be hard to believe she's not envious.

But as the leader of the fandom, she was well aware that the boundary between the virtual and the real world did not accept outsiders.

The fact that the boundary between reality and illusion is now almost openly extended with goodwill has left her somewhat at a loss.

Chapter 370 Slow Strategy, Slow Living

Nongya has little interest in rare drops or challenging the latest high-difficulty dungeons.

Casual, relaxing games like Stardew Valley are her real favorites, and playing Proof of the Stars is more of a last resort.

A game where you start a second life after entering a dream – this is the only one of its kind in the world. Who wouldn't want to extend their life in a roundabout way?

Therefore, upon learning from Jiang Heyi that joining a guild didn't necessarily mean being able to join a group, she hurriedly explained that she didn't care.

Nongya prefers interacting with the strange NPCs in the guild stronghold. She basically treats the Proof of the Stars as a tourist simulator, immersing herself in the fantastical magical world.

"Then apply." Jiang Heyi opened the panel, preparing to approve the 8th guild member.

“Not now,” Nong Ya explained. “Maintaining my status as an unofficial employee makes earning money more immersive.”

A random thought popped into my head while I was in bed: "Doesn't this sound like...cheating would be more exciting?"

Zhong Zemo rubbed his forehead. He increasingly felt that many strange things would happen when he spent time in bed in the future. This guy's thinking was sometimes even more unpredictable than that of the prison guard.

After the halftime break, continue leveling up on the 5th level of the virtual-real boundary.

The results are encouraging; in just half a day, all members of the virtual-real boundary reached level 21.

The prison guard who is the most advanced is close to level 22.

Because mages spawn within the area, he can also use [Echo of the Wraith] to farm for Advanced Blessing drops.

I don't know if it was just bad luck or if the drop rate was just really low, but after one round of the game, I still had zero loot.

In contrast, the money-stealing knife in the bed...

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

"A total of 11 pieces of green gear, not bad!"

She happily rubbed her little hands together in bed.

The monsters that spawned in the first three rounds were not very strong. The boundary between reality and illusion assigned the money-stealing knife to Orange Tea, so that she could finish off the dying units.

Of the 11 items that dropped, she had 4.

Considering that she spends far less time in bed than in bed, the difference in their character is immediately apparent.

Even after leaving the main world and moving on to the Tower World, the Tea God is still the same Tea God.

Each piece of green gear is worth 10 points, so you get 110 points out of thin air, which is more than the points you get for clearing the 4th floor.

120+110, the virtual and real boundaries currently have 230 integrals.

The only item you can afford to buy in the Yulu Shop is 10 points. Refresh the current shop page for the available items.

Products that cost 300 or more often only have temporary effects, making them so expensive that it's hard to resist.

Jiang Heyi was puzzled. Was it because the lower the floor, the fewer points were awarded, and the higher the tower, the more points were awarded, or were there other ways to obtain points that they had not yet discovered?

Another round of games has ended, and there were no major news events in today's Stars of Proof.

The progress reached the frenzied boundary between reality and illusion, stopping at the 5th level where the record of breaking through one level per day was halted.

The top spots on the leaderboard are still dominated by "AI" guilds. The guild closest to the boundary between virtual and real is from France, currently ranked 37th.

[The Heroic Spirits of Saint Helena], Nongya didn't know much about them either.

After reviewing the recordings, it appears that they were ganged up on and forced to withdraw during the guild war, failing to achieve a good ranking.

Unexpectedly, when the tower climbing began in the Tower World, he rose to prominence and became the number one person at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

Khorne's Chosen One ranked 49th.

Only two Chinese teams are among the top 100 on the ladder.

The comical tree and the orange sky are tragically in a state of being untraceable.

Players in the Three Realms have an experience bonus, and almost all of them rushed into the 5th floor immediately, gaining an advantage. This has directly resulted in only 11 of the top 100 spots on the leaderboard currently belonging to Blue Star.

Only 32 seats were in the top 200.

Jiang Heyi reacted indifferently to this.

The leaderboard will undergo dramatic changes in the next few days, and those who occupy the top positions will most likely be pushed down.

Since the goal is to grind experience, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds won't be reached until level 30.

The Crimson Music Box is even more outrageous; it's said to lead the entire Orange Sky to level 40.

Without restrictions, the fifth level would likely generate a large number of Sword Gods from Shili Slope.

dull?

Indeed.

Every day, logging in means repeating the same tasks in a dream world, like a cyber slave picking electronic cotton, all for a pitiful amount of experience points.

The reward for updating the candlelight is truly tempting.

The top 50 teams will all receive profit-sharing rights and a stable income from the Star Tokens for the next 5 years, with funds deposited directly into their accounts every quarter.

With the sheer number of players in Proof of the Stars, even a monthly subscription fee could make someone financially independent.

Black slaves picking cotton had to hand it over to their slave owners. If they became cyber slaves on the fifth level, they might be able to rise up and become slave owners themselves.

Zhong Zemo and Jiang Heyi took care of breakfast.

The two of them braised a pot of beef last night, and the rest was easy.

Rinse the noodles in cold water.

Take out the black pepper sausage from the refrigerator and grill it slightly.

Blanch a sufficient amount of lettuce.

Fried eggs were made at everyone's request.

A steaming bowl of deluxe beef noodles, which would sell for at least 18 or 19 outside, was served.

The sounds of "sizzling" echoed throughout the room.

After finishing his meal, the jailer let out a long sigh: "Phew, thanks to you guys, I'm finally living a life where everything is done for me."

Compared to Jiang Heyi and the other two, he seemed like a useless little good-for-nothing with poor practical skills.

He was teased in bed and said he'd agreed, saying he'd do anything as long as he could have another bowl!

"I can't believe how good life French fries usually live, waking up to a hot and delicious breakfast. It's so nice."

Without looking up, the man with the fries said, "If you want to eat, help yourself. You're not without hands."

She was chugging ice-cold cola in bed, despite the recent rapid drop in temperature, and she was still showing off her iced drinks, which made Zhong Zemo keep glancing at her sideways.

Under the barrage of eye contact, she obediently... blew into the small bottle of sugar-free cola in one gulp, then burped contentedly, completely unconcerned about her image.

We've known each other for so long, do whatever you want~~~

"Since we're on this topic, I have to mention a legendary figure," the blanket chuckled mischievously. "Du Jingwen."

He's always in the background, and the team's classic topic that can never be avoided when mentioning Zhong Zemo is something we could talk about for a lifetime.

Jiang Heyi felt that if Beiwo and Zhong Zemo really got married in the future, she could mention it at the wedding and shout "Thank you!"

She can do this.

If they were to be reincarnated into another world, they could reminisce about the past in Anna and have a good laugh.

Some people are born to do stupid things, to be talked about for a lifetime, and to serve as entertainment.

Early in the morning, all was quiet.

The rustling sound of tires rolling over the concrete road caught the attention of the tea master, who was about to help wash the dishes.

It was Yuan Huanye.

Dressed casually, he wasn't wearing sandals because he was driving, but anyone who saw him would think he was the classic, unassuming old man from Guangdong.

Having arranged accommodations for everyone, he naturally had to come and take a look.

He is always like this, meticulous in everything he does, leaving no room for criticism.

"Hey, we're not kids anymore, why are you peeking at us like this?"

The moment the jailer opened his mouth, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

The prison guard and his son are complete opposites; they always have something to talk about.

"Alright, young people think I'm being long-winded. Look, there are a few strings of cured meat in the back of the car. It's homemade. Chinese New Year isn't far away, so you can have a taste before you go home. It's nothing fancy, just everyday stuff, so don't feel pressured."

Fearing that the jailer might ruin the conversation with the old man, Orange Tea quickly ran to the trunk and took out all the packaged preserved meats.

Before the jailer could open his mouth to critique his masterpiece, the Four Primal Bodies gave him a light elbow to the lower back.

He has truly mastered the art of sleeping in a warm bed.

Yuan Huanye noticed all the small details, and he couldn't help but chuckle, managing to keep a straight face.

"Hmm, it seems someone will take care of him for me. You guys are as reliable as ever."

With that, he drove away with a smile on his face.

After admiring the crystal-clear cured meat, Orange Tea, who had just finished eating, swallowed hard.

"Aren't you full? Your mouth is watering at the sight of cured meat?"

The Tea Master touched the corner of his mouth in a daze, realizing he had been fooled by the jailer, and gave him a disgruntled look.

"I just remembered that at this time of year in previous years, I would help make cured meat at home."

"Oh right, this is the first time the Tea God has left his hometown this year, isn't it?" I realized belatedly while still in bed.

The tea master couldn't help but recall: "I loved Chinese New Year the most when I was a child. Back then, my family wasn't very well-off, and we could only eat whatever we wanted right before the New Year."

Zhong Zemo said, "These years, we've been discussing whether the New Year's atmosphere is strong or weak. I think that in the past, the New Year's atmosphere included the abundance of food that one could eat at will. Now, with abundant produce, we don't need to wait for the New Year to order what we want to eat; we can order it anytime. The New Year's atmosphere has been shared."

Jiang Heyi's impression of the Chinese New Year was rather ordinary.

I had few pleasant memories of being a child living with relatives.

Spending the New Year alone, I would lean on the windowsill overlooking the lights of countless homes, munching on a cookie, and that was how I got through the holiday.

The flavor of the New Year is a rather vague term for him.

An ice cream was shoved into Jiang Heyi's mouth.

The chocolate coating brushed against his lips, the cool, refreshing scent hitting his nose.

"The first bite is always the best, you see."

The fries are like feeding a kitten, while the ice cream is gently poked back and forth, as if eager to see the big cat's reaction.

Jiang Heyi fulfilled her expectations and took a big bite.

She nodded contentedly, took the remaining half, and licked it back and forth with her tongue, just like another big cat stroking its fur.

It's strange, just as I was thinking about the festive atmosphere of the New Year, French fries came to mind.