T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

She vaguely remembered that not long ago, Chen Shaoyu, the general manager of the Chinese server operations, held an annual meeting.

Given that the existence of the candle was no longer a secret, and everyone in the company knew about it except for its appearance, he once suggested that he reveal himself.

For a moment, the candlelight felt an urge to appear, but in the end, it politely declined the offer.

In other companies, employees write down their New Year's wishes on the annual meeting wish list, which are then selectively fulfilled by senior management during a lucky draw.

But around the starry campfire...

"I hope Boss Candlelight gets well soon."

Happy New Year, Boss Candlelight!

"I pledge my loyalty to Boss Candlelight for ten thousand years!"

"Draw your sword, draw your sword, to protect the best Candlelight Boss."

"Hehe, I can't die yet! I must earn the last penny from Boss Candlelight!"

There are those with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), those who are sincere, and those who are crazy.

The biggest wish of the staff at Stars Bonfire is for her health to improve.

This is also Chen Shaoyu's public explanation—that Zhu Huo is in poor health.

Everyone knows that they are being managed by a powerful, unknown entity.

Having spent so much time apart from Chen Shaoyu, I could vaguely sense the goodwill emanating from his office, and my fear of the unknown had long been replaced by gratitude.

The candle flame was aware that all it did was distribute wages on time and in the correct amount.

But the people here seem to be willing to risk their lives for me for ten thousand years.

She smiled and reached out to stroke the large red tree, which was pieced together from dozens of wishes. Her movements were light and slow, as if she were afraid of accidentally disturbing the souls residing within it.

An indescribable feeling spread through my heart, like flesh and blood wriggling and growing within a decaying shell.

"Ugh."

After a sigh, the candlelight disappeared into the darkness.

Back on her floor, she stared intently at the vinegar bottle for a long time before laughing again.

Perhaps she can also fit in here and have a good New Year.

She picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.

"candlelight?"

"Would you mind if I appreciated the traditional culture of this world?" she asked. "I can take you home right away, free of charge for a train ticket."

Chen Shaoyu on the other end of the phone was stunned.

"what?"

Chapter 440 Extracting a Deceitful Person

With the year-end approaching, if Proof of the Stars weren't a game that could only be started while asleep, the game and its community would probably be much quieter.

The moment the game went live, Jiang Heyi immediately refreshed the leaderboard.

The situation remains largely unchanged. The world's number one guild, Fuxianmen, is still fighting on the 17th floor, and no guild on the Blue Star side has yet made it into the top 100.

However, if the data provided by the community is correct, Fuxianmen has been stuck for two whole days.

"What a pity, it looks like it's a level design that allows players to abstain."

If the first place winner suddenly dies, Zhifeng would probably go crazy, right?

The Tetra-Primordial suddenly made a suggestion.

"It's been a long time since I've been back to the guild, how about... I go back and take a look?"

"Uh……"

Everyone looked embarrassed.

This topic is like a child feeling guilty being asked by their parents why they didn't come home for the Chinese New Year.

I'm too ashamed to go back to the guild until I can keep my promise.

Saying things like "A level 4 guild is already very good" won't comfort them.

Only when you obtain the items that allow you to integrate guild functions into the Tower World can you feel at ease.

3100 points, a long way to go.

The last one to come online was Nong Ya, who was moved to the spectator view by Jiang Heyi.

It is said that she now spends the entire day working hard to improve her grammar and try to break free from her reliance on translation.

In comparison, the boundary between the real and the virtual appears somewhat decadent.

During the day, they would gather together to browse the community, collect information, chat, and eat snacks.

If anyone suggests it, they'll immediately start playing offline, having a blast.

It's true that coming together allows for more effective management and coordination.

But it also makes it more convenient for them to team up and play games anytime, anywhere.

Jiang Heyi felt that Yuan Huanye was quite reasonable and could definitely foresee that a group of young people would intermittently neglect their duties, but he still gave them the greatest possible support.

"Sigh, Nong Ya is still working too hard. Doesn't working this hard make us look particularly decadent!" Beiwo lamented. "We are the ones who are supposed to save our fate from Zhifeng and stabilize the two worlds. How can we be so decadent!"

Zhong Zemo said, "Tomorrow morning, we'll play mahjong at a four-person table. The loser has to wash the dishes all day. Anyone interested?"

"Come on, come on!" The blanket clenched its fist excitedly. "We'll be at the bottom today because you guys are all bad at flopping. Tomorrow, I'll show you the big shot and blow you all away!"

Yes, they used public funds to buy a mahjong machine so they could play mahjong.

This situation has actually lasted for several days.

Very decadent.

But it smells very good...

I'm sorry, candlelight!

Within seconds of the world bubble opening, countless players flooded in.

For many, climbing the tower between the virtual and real worlds is like watching a TV series; missing even one episode makes them feel like ants are crawling all over their bodies.

Within the preparation space, Yuru appeared.

"The 11th floor of the Chaos Tower World..."

"An unpredictable 10-stage sequence."

Almost instantly, the ears of six people within the boundary between reality and illusion perked up.

Only the Tea Master blinked curiously.

Xi Lu stretched out her hands in a gesture of support.

Like fireflies, the floating particles of light converge to form countless gashapon capsules of different colors.

A giant gashapon machine appeared out of thin air, swallowed all the gashapon capsules, and landed heavily on the ground.

"The gacha pool provided by the gashapon machine is divided into rarity based on the monster's level and ability strength."

Players will have the opportunity to perform 5 consecutive 10-pulls.

“Each gashapon you draw will become a monster you will challenge on this floor.”

The spectators were in an uproar.

Before they could even catch their breath, they saw Orange Tea roll up its sleeves and make a "whoosh" sound.

"This is my job, right?"

She's so innocently adorable!

"No, no, no, tea master, please stop."

"Calm down, Tea Master. We can talk this over."

Jiang Heyi and the fries supported the orange tea from both sides and moved backward.

"Isn't this a lottery?"

"Sigh, Tea God, you're quite self-aware now. You can't help yourself when you see a lottery." The jailer was speechless.

He glanced sideways from under the covers: "The same sentence sounds really strange coming from you."

Is that strange?

The players' eyes were sharp; in the chat, only one reply remained.

"abnormal!"

"Why should I be misunderstood when I'm just speaking normally?!"

Xi Lu spoke up, stopping the players from torturing the jailer.

"After the 5 draws for 10 consecutive draws, players will receive one lucky gacha draw, which contains a buff that is beneficial to the player's current strategy."

"You cannot abstain from this challenge; if you are defeated, you will lose your chance to challenge again."

The players started discussing it extensively.

"Normally, when you're doing a lottery, you hope to get lucky and get the best item in 10 consecutive draws. But in this game, it's the complete opposite."

"You have to be unlucky, have bad luck, and always get the minimum payout in the game's lottery."

"Wait a minute, according to the rules provided by Yulu, doesn't that mean that in the ideal situation, players can draw the worst batch of monsters to act as their enemies, making it easy to clear the level?"

"That's right, provided that the probability of the gashapon machine is perfectly replicated from the probability of our gacha game."

The celestial globe began to rotate.

Keywords that could make the floor-based gameplay more exciting immediately appeared.

They must be old friends.

"broken!"

The members of the comical tree who had come to watch the battle before the raid began screamed.

Onlookers also expressed their shock in words.

"The entry that almost got me disqualified from the Funny Tree Challenge not long ago is here."

"Wow, that's insane."

"We can only pray that it's not Death or Fate that wins the resurrection match."

After finally deciphering the description of "should be an old friend," which had left him completely bewildered by the boundary between reality and illusion, he broke out in a sweat.

"Your strongest unit from the previous floor will be resurrected on this floor."

A note was also written below the entry in a wicked way.

"Old friends reunite, let's share a cup of wine."

What would you like to say to him?

what you want to say?

If Death were to break out of the underworld, then the jailer might not have the chance to comment on "food grade".

The private message from "A Dream of Yellow Millet" has arrived.

"If this isn't an isolated case, then the resurrected units from the old days will respawn after you kill all the monsters on this floor."

"Absolutely, absolutely, must leave some redundancy."

"Even if both sides perish, it will still be considered a pass."

This is such obscure knowledge. It seems that the path to the other side of the comical tree is also a thorny one.

"Wow, I just caught a glimpse of Death's fate in a slice today, and I was thinking of seeing it with my own eyes again. But there's no way my wish could come true; it's too unbelievable."

"Xi Lu, to be honest, did you deliberately make it harder for us?"

In a second, Yuu-rou was dressed in a Victorian-era black and white maid outfit, gently twisting the hem of her skirt, gracefully crossing her left and right legs, and bending her knees slightly into a half-squat.