T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Chapter 410 This is really perverted.

The black market only opens at night, so the "premium" scrolls in the hands of those on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds cannot be sold immediately and can only be logged off helplessly.

After several days of intense gameplay, the overall ranking of the "Boundary Between Reality and Illusion" has plummeted to outside the top 100.

How did someone who was ranked number one on the list suddenly disappear into the vast sea of ​​people without a trace?

Even when they're just grinding for experience, the other three guilds will still be active on social media. There's only a boundary between reality and fiction; they can disappear in an instant, becoming invisible across all channels.

Jiang Heyi has been paying close attention to community developments, and he specifically inquired about the progress of Nongya pickled vegetables.

The answer was no action was taken.

Since being singled out and attacked by the boundary between reality and illusion, all the well-known guilds in the Korean guild have chosen to remain silent. Even now, with the boundary between reality and illusion declining in rankings and seemingly in a slump, no one has mentioned revenge.

It was as if the incident that was ridiculed by players all over the world had never happened.

It is said that in the Kimchi community now, only a few people with administrative privileges are qualified to share information about the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

All other discussion threads are strictly managed, often resulting in deletion, banning, and blocking in the middle of a conversation.

"Does not discussing it mean it never happened? Are they ostriches?" The prison guard chuckled. "So, everyone's just having a self-indulgent spree, huh?"

I couldn't help but chuckle as I translated Nong Ya's words into my quilt.

"That's not the case. Some people believe that the top guilds lost, but the casual players didn't. There are many hidden talents among the common people."

Zhong Zemo shrugged: "They're still in the mortal realm because no one has come to challenge them. If someone did come to challenge them, they'd be in the underworld."

The deterrent effect of that battle was surprisingly good, shattering the hopes of many people who thought they could rely on numbers to destroy well-established mid-to-late-stage strongholds. Apart from empty talk about spiritual victory, people were somewhat intimidated by the mere mention of the boundary between the real and virtual worlds.

It was after that battle that all the major guilds around the world, including those not involved in the Tower World, began preparations to establish guild strongholds.

French Fries also learned from his father that the intensity of the current world faction war is far less than that of some dungeon instances where one can establish a stronghold and mine resources.

The Guild Base gameplay is aimed at the most elite player group in the game.

The gathering of top players from various large guilds brought the open-world PvP atmosphere to a climax.

The originally peaceful gaming environment suddenly became extremely lively due to the fighting.

He sighed in bed: "My dad also complained, saying it's all because of us. He can't even farm materials in the World Faction Battlegrounds in peace. Guilds are gathering to raid anytime, anywhere, and players from all over the server are fighting each other, making him feel like he's back in high school."

Was it the high school days of the dad who stayed in bed?

Several keywords suddenly popped into everyone's minds.

School, group battles, passion, young people...

That certainly shows how youthful you are.

The woman in the blanket laughed again, "But my mom is very happy. The fishing items she and her friends get are selling like hotcakes. She laughs at my dad all day long for grinding monsters, but he can't bring back any useful materials."

Indeed, people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

Nong Ya, whose trip had been repeatedly postponed, finally arrived. Everyone's gaze slowly shifted downwards, landing on the...milk she was carrying in her two hands?

She put down two large boxes of milk and Nong Ya explained with a smile, "I know I should bring gifts when visiting someone."

That's a common saying, but why two boxes of milk?

"Ah..." The Primal Body recalled the previous misunderstanding and said awkwardly, "It seems to be because of me."

Relying on the information provided by the virtual-real boundary in the early stages, Nong Ya earned a large sum of extra money. She has already set up a bank account and is gradually transferring the money withdrawn from virtual currency into it.

After explaining a bunch of domestic and international remittance matters, Nong Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

She still insists on only charging for the tour, returning the rest entirely to the virtual and real boundaries, without taking a single penny.

"If you could give me an exclusive interview, it would be helpful for my future career in the game media industry," Nong Ya chuckled. "You wouldn't mind if I asked some gossip questions, would you?"

What kind of question do you want to ask?

“A little story about what happens within the boundary between reality and illusion.” Nong Ya’s smile deepened as her gaze darted back and forth between Jiang Heyi and the fries. “I heard there are already two couples.”

Jiang Heyi sighed and covered his forehead: "You want to join the gaming media. I thought you would ask about gaming-related matters."

“How come a professional gamer isn’t part of the game?” Nong Ya tilted her head.

As members registered at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, none of them refused.

Jiang Heyi, French Fries, Zhong Zemo, and the bed naturally became the targets of torture.

The remaining three, who were single, were also asked many questions about their real-life situations.

This is the first time he has given such a long interview since gaining fame for his dual identity in virtual and real life, and much of the information is exclusive.

The interview continued until evening.

Having obtained firsthand information, Nong Ya left in high spirits.

She would never be an unscrupulous reporter; the final, polished draft would be reviewed by the boundary between fact and fiction beforehand, and any objections would be immediately rejected.

Although she hasn't yet entered the industry, as a prospective media professional, her professionalism already surpasses that of media people who know the boundaries between reality and fiction.

Upon re-entering the game, everyone found themselves in the guild.

During her offline time, Renee had already gotten to know everyone at the guild headquarters.

She was most interested in two wandering spirits: Gloria of the Sun Shower and the Ghost Rat.

The spirits that should have disappeared seemed to remain unaffected within the guild, becoming an exception for the entire Sunrain Guild.

At this point, the permanent NPCs at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds include...

A potion-making genius,

A space magic master in training,

A giant dragon,

A siren,

A King Slime,

A hapless little fairy who loves to devour books.

Two ghosts.

Judging from the current performance of all parties, apart from Renee and the Sunrain Squad, the others have all shown embarrassing characteristics to varying degrees.

Hopefully, the noble Lady Renee can maintain her persona and not sit at the same table as Mint and the others.

The current refining process for Elerave has lasted for a full day and night. Due to the large amount of elemental mist that has been released during the refining process, players are unable to observe the specific situation with the naked eye.

In the past, people would often come up and ask, "Is there any hope?"

Now everyone just silently packs up the materials, labels them "Exclusive to the Shameful Dragon," and leaves quietly.

North of Xiangfeng City, in the outskirts of the black market.

In the stillness of the night, all was quiet except for the rustling sounds of people coming and going in this open space.

Most city-states have markets that only open at night. It's not that the goods traded are shady, but rather that both buyers and sellers value privacy and dislike being bothered.

A few crystals that emit a ghostly purple light, a few scrolls that provide pale purple illumination, and an open space—that's all the services the black market offers.

People wearing hoodies come and go, each taking what they need.

Beside a merchant who sells beautiful young slave girls, a figure in a grey robe drifted in.

The slave trader squinted, staring at the group of gray-robed men who were clearly a group together.

"purchase?"

"Sell."

The slave trader moved closer and asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

"A photo scroll, I have some exciting content I want to sell."

The slave trader was delighted. He turned over and lifted a corner of the curtain covering the iron cage behind him, revealing a seductive woman and a young man inside, dressed only in tattered clothes and almost bare-breasted.

"What you sell can't be as exciting as mine?" He waved his hand impatiently. "Don't give me that. Seeing and touching are two different things. If you want to cheat people, go find a fool. I don't have time to deal with poor bastards."

"Aren't you going to take a look before making a judgment?"

The slave trader laughed in anger: "I've seen more women than you've eaten rice. As for men, every gift I've sent to the noble ladies of Fragrant Wind City has been a masterpiece... Very well, I'd like to see what kind of beauty you, a country bumpkin, can produce that I haven't seen before."

A magic circle was drawn on the ground, and slave traders approached to take photos with the scroll.

The scene begins to move, and in the pitch black, a robust bull-shaped monster bursts into view. Its powerful and ferocious physique, along with its murderous and angry expression, is terrifying.

The slave trader scoffed, "So what if they're human and beast? They've seen it all in their line of work..."

The visitor took out another photo scroll and pointed to the old man in the picture.

what?

hiss?

Wait a minute?

"No, buddy...you, you..." The slave trader stammered, quickly glancing around and asking in a panic, "Where did you come from?"

Are you going to buy it or not?

Damn it, who would dare buy that!

One of the chiefs of the Imperial Mage Tower, the white-haired Dussel is caught on video engaging in passionate outdoor play, using innovative gameplay that leaves even young people speechless, fighting two beasts single-handedly.

The slave trader waved his hands repeatedly: "I didn't see anything, I don't know anything, goodbye."

Even after the group left, the slave traders still felt a chill run down their spines.

"Wow, a master is a master. He's more extravagant than anyone else in private. I've really learned something new."

Overnight, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, carrying several scrolls, traveled throughout the two important cities of the capital and Xiangfeng.

The black market's chaotic nature provided fertile ground for rumors to spread.

The news spread at an astonishing speed; as dawn broke, merchants who had come to the capital to make a living began exchanging strange conversations.

"Did you hear that?"

"Could it be... that old man?"

"As expected, everyone's heard about it."

"I heard that someone was hunting in the wild and secretly filmed it."

"This is too intense! At your age, playing such thrilling games, can your heart handle it?"

"That's why he's the chief mage of the mage tower—he's still going strong even in his old age!"

"Rumors circulate that he misses his deceased wife and is unwilling to remarry..."

At this point in the conversation, the vendors exchanged knowing smiles.

His affection for his deceased wife was a pretense; the truth was that he was engaging in perverse activities.

"Düsseldorf, did you hear me?"

The jailer held a small pebble in his hand, grinning wickedly.

Dussel was torn between life and death; after the jailer's skills were upgraded, his spirit was completely suppressed.

"You pervert, your heart is black!"

"You beast in human skin, I curse you!"

The jailer shrugged: "That's a compliment for a necromancer, so I'll gladly accept it~~~"

Mint couldn't help but laugh as she listened to the increasingly exaggerated rumors circulating on the streets, especially as people began to question Düsseldorf's "script" of missing his deceased wife.

Well done, jailer!

This whole ordeal has completely shattered the image of a devoted husband that Dusseldorf had cultivated before his death.

In order to survive and for fame, he murdered his master and wife, and eventually became a hero in the hearts of the Anna royal family for fighting against evil. Based on this, he became a top scholar in the study of evil and further stepped into the ranks of spatial magic masters.

If those companions he killed in the snowy mountains could see the current state of Düsseldorf's infamous reputation, they would be relieved.

There's no need to deliberately spread it anymore. Once the rumor reaches a certain point, the public will unleash their powerful creativity and add more interesting details.

Trust in the wisdom of the people!

Around noon, the Lion King Kurion arrived at the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, where people were waiting for news within the manor.