T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

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The jailer's body rippled with water as he slashed, thrust, and spewed water mist.

[One trick] Locks the player's skills, but makes an exception for equipment.

Clear Water Curtain: Consumes mana to create a water elemental barrier, providing a "slow healing" effect to all members within range, including the caster. During its duration, it repairs shields, heals injuries, and reduces the duration of negative status effects.

The excellent blessing of the origin element, water, keeps the sharp sword winds away from the warm water flow.

Krue no longer wielded his sword with composure.

He tried to manipulate the sword energy to penetrate deeper, but his slashes felt like sinking into a quagmire. The gentle flow of water enveloped the sword, dragging his hand like mud.

He tirelessly unleashed his proud skills, but could only barely force the jailer, who was at the center of the storm, to choose to defend with all his might.

The jailer wasn't in a hurry at all.

Triggering and maintaining the Blessed Shield is effortless. Since the opponent is going to challenge his magical limits with the limits of human strength, why not?

Finding an opening to corrupt and detonate a nuclear bomb to wipe them out would be satisfying, but he was unwilling to take the risk.

If it fails, the lifestealer will be useless and die suddenly, while the damage dealer will make every possible mistake...

Being scolded by Jiang Heyi and the others was still bearable.

Being teased and looked down upon by the orange tea... it felt subtly awkward.

I'd rather do nothing than make a mistake!

Climbing the tower is all about composure; the team that makes fewer mistakes has a higher tolerance for error.

With the wind at his back and the tide turning, the prison guard, who was in dire straits, felt that he had grown up in an instant.

Not long ago, he had an epiphany when he realized that his gaming mentality was essentially playing with urine and mud.

The restless "waves" were overshadowed by the enormous "tea".

"The jailer has changed his ways?" Zhong Zemo asked in surprise. "Realizing that he has good stats, he can still be patient and choose a steady and reliable approach. Is this really him?"

French Fries stroked his chin: "Don't believe it, question it first. This guy can't hold back, and he might reveal his true nature in a moment, causing dangerous situations with his reckless actions."

Orange Tea tilted her head, resting her chin on her hand: "Could it be that he really has some offensive capabilities?"

Kru's arms were bulging with veins as he swung them repeatedly, weaving sword light into countless strikes; his arms were already aching terribly.

How could a body of flesh and blood withstand repeated wear and tear? He was on the verge of exhaustion.

His consciousness forced his body to continue moving, but the fear of death distorted his attack rhythm, making his butterfly-like, graceful steps chaotic and causing him to stumble.

Everyone saw Kluh stumble and nearly fall.

The jailer saw it all clearly, but he didn't move.

"Hmph, I don't believe it unless you're exhausted to death!"

For the first time, Kru felt despair. The person in front of him clearly possessed the strength to kill Pol on the spot without him having to make a move, yet he was terrifyingly composed.

How could he tolerate such an obvious flaw?

Are you a turtle?

"French fries, if it were you, could you resist?"

French Fries gave Jiang Heyi a sharp elbow to the lower back in a bad mood.

“If it were me, I would have cut the opponent into 2.5 pieces.”

Orange Tea blinked, quite curious as to why it was such a detailed number as 2.5.

The war of attrition continues, but the jailer is no longer passively taking hits; he's purely using magic to wear down Kru.

By deliberately making spellcasting gestures, Kru would squeeze out his already limited physical strength to unleash a full-force strike.

When he realized that the jailer was just teasing him, waving his hand and then shrinking back behind the water curtain like a turtle, his blood rushed to his head and he felt dizzy.

After being tricked twice, Klush yelled and held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, then stepped forward and charged forward.

To live in the face of death, to seek a glimmer of hope.

If the jailer keeps backing down, he'll be hit by the opponent's powerful, desperate strike.

The value of the [Backwater] skill has been tested in the early stages of the Clarity Temple strategy, which delves into the boundary between reality and illusion.

It's like having a teammate watching from the sky after you die in an FPS game, wishing they could immediately report your location to the jailer.

Unfortunately, he was isolated from the outside world during the battle and could not hear anything.

Move, jailer, move!

Stability is a good thing, but being so stable that you dare not take any action is pure war crime!

With a loud bang, dark green liquid gushed up and fell back down, creating a foul-smelling rain in the center of the field.

The corrupted nuclear explosion generated by the jailer is located at Kru's feet.

By remaining hidden for a long time, he discerned the opponent's movement frequency and precisely planted mines.

By the time Klure realized what was happening, it was too late.

The explosion was incredibly powerful, and the liquid was evenly smeared across the area, a mixture of blood red and dark green, with sticky liquid everywhere, making it look like a Zerg hatchery.

Everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds breathed a sigh of relief.

Operation, brain, no recklessness: the impossible triangle of the prison guard.

He rarely manages to have all three at the same time, but he did it today.

Is the hidden attribute of the Origin Element supposed to increase the game's readability?

"The Dark Sword, Kru, has fallen~~~~~"

The words he was about to say to the prison guard were swallowed back, and the host shouted at the top of his lungs.

Those unaware of the situation might have assumed he had staked his entire fortune, including the land deeds, on the Earthshaker Adventurer Team.

The final note was so mournful, almost as heart-wrenching as a funeral wailing, almost lacking the genuine emotion of "I really lost my parents."

The four-person Earthshaker Adventurer Team was wiped out in an instant, with two members crippled.

After two consecutive defeats, the crowd in the Colosseum wailed and cheered.

"Fake match!"

"Refund!"

Most of the background materials for the game Stellaris are based on real-life prototypes.

Indeed, gambling addicts share common traits in every world.

After winning, he gave his acceptance speech, saying, "I knew it."

They lost and accused the bookmaker of manipulating the game, calling it a "fixed match."

I wonder what a gambling addict in another world would do if he went bankrupt—would he also end up on the rooftop?

The prison guard refused to leave the arena; he was actually doing squats!

"That's fine too. At least I won't be proven wrong if I jump back after the game." The Four Primal Bodies were relieved.

Yolanda, the Blood Hunter, is the third member of the Earthshaker Adventurer Group and is level 35.

For the first time ever, the eloquent host did not provide any further details.

Pol and Klu became the city walls, shutting countless people out.

As the two strongest members of the team, Yolanda and the last one did not have any appearances.

As soon as he appeared, Zhong Zemo leaned back slightly.

The small wings on either side of her waist revealed her vampire identity.

The makeup features smoky eyes and a dark style, with the entire body covered in inscribed veins that resemble tattoos at first glance.

Although she has a slender and alluring figure and an impeccable face and facial features, making her a natural beauty, her makeup, which looks like it was spat out by a squid, is probably only pleasing to the eye of a necromancer.

Thinking this, everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds tilted their heads and looked in unison...

"Wow, you're really enjoying this!" Zhong Zemo couldn't help but exclaim. "You can actually feel something from this?"

As a teacher, he naturally had no affinity for rune warriors.

I can understand that the prison guard has a wide range of interests and is well-connected, but isn't he being a bit too indiscriminate?

The jailer was perfectly justified.

"What? She has inscriptions on her body, but not on her feet."

Jiang Heyi rubbed his forehead.

"You've been ruined by the jailer your whole life. I've forgotten the beginning, I've forgotten the end, but in short, you've been ruined by the jailer."

Yolanda narrowed her eyes slightly and pointed with a hint of a smile at the jailer... and the four original entities beside him.

The prison guard, who had been hoping for a three-game winning streak, was disappointed. He questioned, "So cowardly? Do you dare to have a go at me?"

Yolanda sneered, "Don't rush, don't rush, it'll be your turn. Two of my companions died because of you, and I'll make you taste the bitterness of loss first."

The tetragonal stepped onto the stage, bewildered, and asked curiously, "Why was I chosen out of so many people?"

"When everyone else is speaking freely, you are the only one who is silent, which suggests that your status within the team is not high."

It turns out they were judging others by their own standards. It seems that even though the Earthshaker Adventurer Team only has four members, the hierarchy is quite strict. When the captain speaks, the others can only shut up.

But... chattering and exchanging ideas at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds is the norm; people even yell and scream when tackling difficult levels.

The bells rang, and the battle began.

Under everyone's gaze, Yolanda's wrists were covered in cuts and bleeding profusely.

The woman in bed was startled: "Vampires can use blood to perform special innate spells and enhance their physique, but can one's own blood do the same?"

Since Mint isn't here, I'll have to catch up on the lessons later.

The skill's effect is unknown. The four Primarchs facing Yolanda were suddenly enveloped in a bright red light, and a blood mist rolled and swirled, instantly covering the entire arena.

People outside couldn't see what was happening inside at all, and even the host was shouting "It's a stalemate!"

From God's-eye view, the two could see the enamel cup clearly. Yolanda, amidst the blood mist, casually tugged at the fog, as if grabbing a piece of curtain.

Wisps of mist swirled in her palm, coalescing into a spear. Her small wings, engorged with blood and red, flapped as she leaped into the air.

The tetramorphs were trapped in the blood mist, their skin was corroded and smoking, and blood was gushing out.

Yolanda immediately unleashed a full-screen AOE attack, leaving Yolanda with only one skill to withstand it.

"Boom!"

The blood mist, like a veil, was shredded by scissors. Holding a blood gun, Yolanda descended from the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The stinging sensation dulled the four primal beings' senses, but as if sensing the impending danger, they leaped back off the ground a second in advance.

Without using any magic, he dodged the unexpected attack solely through premonition and agility.

Yolanda's figure bloomed like ink stains in water, then suddenly dissipated.

Incredible agility, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The four original entities were once again shrouded in blood mist.

Without any warning, he suddenly leaned back and fell down.

Less than half a second later, the trail of blood-red spear blade stabbing appeared where he had been standing.

Unlike the jailer, who has top-tier equipment as a backup, his [Rippling Rest] only has a mana recovery effect.

The only thing that could save his life was [walking with the wind].

The enamel mug stared blankly at it, its mouth agape.

Visual failure.

The only reliable thing was sound, but Yolanda's ghostly flickering left the Primarchs with negligible reaction time.

But he managed to twist his way out using his agility.