T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

They must be thoroughly knowledgeable in all aspects of magic, leaving no stone unturned.

Only with unshakeable theoretical knowledge can one hope to quickly adapt to the magical environment of the Anna world and awaken on their own.

Jiang Heyi, French Fries, Squid, and Bed, a total of four people, cannot slack off as martial artists.

Although the combat experience inherited from the game is sufficient, the harsh environment where a single reincarnation could mean a life-or-death battle leaves no room for carelessness on Holora's part.

In front of everyone, she unlocked the Star Proof's internal area, which had been opened when the Overlord left.

In the Easter egg level, everyone witnessed the great library of the flesh and blood ruler, where Holora pulled out a thick stack of books from the bookshelf.

Without exception, the books were untitled and written in a hasty, scribbled style, as if they were casually composed by someone.

"You should remember the person who created it. He was called Yeti and was a member of the Critical Instance. His physical training was unmatched back then."

“Pick the parts that you feel are suitable for practice.”

"As long as you can master it, the adaptation period of being immersed in magic will not be difficult for you."

"For a long time to come, he will be your opponent."

Jiang Heyi and others' strictest physical training teacher, the Yeti, has arrived.

"Hey, is this reasonable? There's no transition period at all, it's like going straight into a level 3 dungeon?"

The cuttlefish's surprise was not without reason.

In the critical instance, they challenged a weakened version of the Yeti and nearly got beaten to death.

This guy is basically a walking natural disaster.

"Of course we won't let you die from a single punch. We've set a threshold, and we'll go easy on you."

"Physical skills are different from magic. Only by walking on the edge of life and death can one grow rapidly. Real combat is the fastest way to grow."

The jailer asked curiously, "What about us? We magicians must also have people we need for intensive training, right?"

“I will personally act as your combat puppets. There’s no need to increase the intensity for now.” She conjured a scroll and tapped the jailer and the four original entities on the head. “Prioritize memorizing the material. Make sure you know the questions by heart.”

The jailer had a long face.

Memorizing texts is his weakest skill.

If he were a studious person, he wouldn't have been nagged about being inferior to his older brother since childhood.

"Can't we just cram knowledge into our brains?"

Orange Tea sighed speechlessly and glanced sideways, saying, "What would you have become if you hadn't met us?"

"Lie down!"

"Still acting all high and mighty?"

The jailer quickly shrank back: "It was just a hypothetical situation, but now that we've encountered it, it's definitely different."

Holola dissuaded the jailer from taking the shortcut.

"Wake up! Even where we are, this kind of operation requires a mental magic team to assess the risks to both the caster and the recipient before it can be performed."

“The consciousness and soul of a normal living being are not like those of a puppet. If they are burned out, they are truly burned out, and there is no restart button.”

Holora tapped her forehead: "Last time, the Overlord used 'divine words' to make you dizzy and confused. If he were to use 'enlightenment' on you, your skulls would explode."

"The Proof of the Stars is also meant to subtly and gradually allow you to accept this vast amount of information on your own, rather than injecting it all at once."

Jiang Heyi couldn't help but complain.

"If you were born in another world, given your previous attitude towards life, you could be carried away by monsters if you went even a little far away, without any chance of fighting back."

"Stop yelling, stop yelling! Aren't I trying to change?"

Orange Tea pouted: "I'll help you take notes. Studying with someone's supervision will be more efficient."

"Wow, orange tea is the best!"

As he spoke, he pretended to take Orange Tea's hand, striking a pitiful pose as if he were about to cry.

Fries silently gave his acting a zero score in his mind.

Everyone else chimed in unison: "So cheesy!"

The prison guard, full of confidence, said with his head held high: "What, what? I didn't say a word when you two were showing off your love, and now you're criticizing me for being so affectionate? Orange tea is just so good!"

Orange Tea quickly pretended to cough.

She remembered something: "Don't I need any training?"

Holora waved her hand, and a book from the library floated into her palm from above.

"There are no gods in the world of Anna. Spells such as summoning spirits are actually connected to the world's consciousness itself."

French Fries remembered it clearly: "The world consciousness of the Anna world is finished."

"Therefore, the path of faith for Orange Tea is special, requiring one to enter the path through both summoning and elemental magic."

Holora clapped her hands, and the newly promoted doll, Black Carp, with enviable long, straight black hair, slowly stepped forward and respectfully bowed her head in greeting.

"This is also one of the reasons why the Sovereign sent the black carp this time. Her knowledge just happens to include these two types."

“You can learn spirit summoning from scratch through her, but in the form of magic.”

Each school of thought has its own exclusive teachers and trial subjects, and the master's arrangement is just right.

Since it concerns their next life, they dared not be careless about the boundary between reality and illusion, and they all showed the same focus and seriousness they had when they were preparing for the college entrance examination.

Most students at school have encountered similar situations.

The originally noisy self-study class suddenly became quiet.

For no apparent reason, it was as if the wind had soothed everyone's emotions.

Even without a teacher, surrounded by the rustling of pages and the atmosphere of everyone hunched over their work, even the most unruly student would restrain themselves, pretending to pick up a textbook and exercises, trying to blend in.

That is the embodiment of the learning atmosphere.

Being immersed in such an environment always boosts one's desire to learn and accelerates the acquisition and integration of knowledge.

When she was in school, Jiang Heyi enjoyed the atmosphere of forming groups with her classmates to do practice problems and exchange ideas.

Each time, he could clearly feel himself getting stronger.

It is a reality that does not show a positive feedback mechanism, a rare act of kindness.

The jailer, on the other hand, had never experienced this kind of atmosphere before.

The study group was a distant memory from his student days.

However, with Orange Tea nearby, helping to fill his head with knowledge, he suddenly understood the wonderful experience Jiang Heyi had described.

If Orange Tea had been his deskmate back then, he probably would have become a top student.

"If you get an excellent score on Holola's test, I can show you her feet."

The prison guard, who was reciting his lessons while letting his mind wander, suddenly felt a jolt of excitement.

There's no need to joke about this.

The act of clearly wanting it but not saying it honestly earned a soft snort from Orange Tea.

"It seems you don't need this reward, so forget it."

"No, no, no!" the jailer cried out. "Orange Tea, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

"Is it true that as long as something is excellent, it can be viewed? And it's changed every time it's excellent?"

Orange Tea deliberately put on a cold face: "Take one and let me see it first. Let me make it clear beforehand, I'm afraid of being taken advantage of, so I'll change the terms depending on the situation."

The jailer was grinning from ear to ear.

We're not afraid of changing the conditions.

The fact that orange tea was offered as a reward suggests that they had been mentally prepared for it.

Given her personality, how could she possibly go back on her word once she's made a promise?

At most, it's just adding some extra pressure; compared to the final opportunity to appreciate the prison guards, this test is utterly insignificant.

If he had studied hard back then, and someone had rewarded him with this, surpassing his older brother wouldn't have been impossible!

The jailer thought to himself, "This is exactly the process described by potatoes and French fries!"

When people who like each other get together, they gradually move closer to each other's comfort zones.

During this process, the two people are like glutinous rice balls, being kneaded and blended together. No matter what their original colors were, they eventually became indistinguishable from one another.

Orange Tea is working hard.

Thinking of this, the jailer suddenly became serious.

Thinking that it was Potato and Lord who gave me a push when I made my sprint, I felt like I lacked courage and responsibility...

His eyes sharpened!

We're from the same womb, and my older brother has excellent grades, so there's no reason why he can't do the same.

So what if he's a test-taker? He'll believe it if he just memorizes everything.

The fleeting, chaotic scene in my mind was comparable to the clean and hygienic fruit salad preparation site of a street vendor in South Asia.

Coming to his senses, he tried to suppress the ever-growing corners of his mouth.

"What's the harm in this? I'm just looking, I'm not going to do anything..."

He patted his chest, as if doing so would increase his credibility.

"I'm an honest person!"

Orange Tea ignored the fact that this was a guilty conscience-stricken statement.

She quickly glanced around and saw that everyone was either fighting the Yeti or learning historical tidbits from Mint, which put her at ease.

Before he even spoke, just as he was preparing to speak, his wheat-colored skin already had a rosy glow, like that of ripe fruit.

She swallowed hard and pretended to be disgusted.

“I haven’t forgotten how you went crazy in the community, saying you wanted to lick the feet of the Tarot Death God like ice cream… You wrote it so vividly, as if you’d actually eaten them.”

"..."

Given the widespread circulation of this mad essay, it has become a bible for some groups.

The question is, "Even the legendary necromancer Jailer from the well-known T0 guild thinks it's good, can you know more about Jailer than him?"

His erratic essays about the Tarot Knight Death are just the tip of the iceberg after he became famous.

He also imitated the Tower World Rankings and created a ranking of prison guards.

Characters from common Tower World and Proof of the Stars Main World are included on the list.

The list was continuously updated until the critical copy was completed, at which point editing stopped.

Community nickname... Must-Eat List.

The jailer's face was redder than orange tea.

Before a relationship is established, acting crazy is just for fun, a part of the guild that everyone enjoys.

After we got together... wow, it's all my embarrassing past!

He can delete posts in the community, but he can't erase the memory of Orange Tea browsing his crazy quotes.

"Paper dolls...paper dolls are different."

"Am I a two-dimensional character too? Is that the only one you want to see?"

“You’re different…” The jailer’s tongue was practically slurred.

"What's the difference?"

The jailer didn't hesitate.

"You're chocolate flavored..."

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Chapter 543 She's Different