T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"I've seen your takeout order. Next time, could you please finish the soup in the bag and throw it in the trash?"

Orange Tea specifically criticized him, and the prison guard nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Definitely, definitely, I'll never dare to do it again."

As one of the early risers, Jiang Heyi, the inkfish, went straight to the kitchen to cook, while Orange Tea naturally helped with cleaning and other tasks.

It's really a good thing she only complained about the jailer's bad habit now.

The orange tea set meal was exactly the same as the jailer's, which puzzled the jailer who wanted to know her taste.

"Try whatever you like. By the way, you added way too much. You worked so hard to get this figure with fries, are you going to gain it all back?"

"No, that won't do! Self-discipline, self-discipline!"

Compared to Potato and Fries, who had known each other for a long time and had a perfect understanding in real life, the two of them were still a little awkward, unsure of the boundaries and limits of their relationship.

"Your immediate priority is to start with the details and gain a deeper understanding of your daily preferences for orange tea."

"I suggest you just ask; Orange Tea should be happy to tell you."

They ran off to live together in someone else's house, immediately took control of the situation, and became inseparable. The prison guard couldn't say a word against the two of them.

But he wanted to make slight modifications to Jiang Heyi's strategy.

That's how you show off your skills!

"Slurp slurp".

I had noticed it before, but looking at it now...

"Slurp slurp~~~"

Orange tea, and she eats quite a lot too.

The noodles were cooked very quickly, and although she had clearly ordered extra spicy, they were full of red oil and had some scalding hot broth, but she seemed not to feel the spiciness and devoured the food in her bowl in big mouthfuls.

After taking a bite of the slightly spicy prison guard's drink, his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, making one want to exclaim, "This is really good to eat on a cold day."

He only glanced at it twice, but his Adam's apple bobbed and his saliva flowed wildly.

"No, isn't it spicy?"

"It's alright." Orange Tea looked up blankly. "Oh, so you can't handle spicy food... Then why do you eat snail rice noodles so often?"

Once his true nature as a noob was exposed, he, who usually couldn't help but turn to the side and exhale after just one bite, forced himself to suppress the lively sensation on his taste buds and deliberately suppressed the burning sensation coming back from deep in his throat, until his face turned red, without uttering a sound.

Never breathe on your skin!

Orange Tea tried hard to keep a straight face, but peeling an onion revealed something interesting.

She couldn't stand the jailer's strange competitive spirit and petty pride any longer, so she got up and went to the side to buy a bottle of ice water.

After thinking for a moment, she directly applied the ice water to the jailer's face.

His face, which had been flushed red as if about to erupt like a volcano, returned to normal after being cooled by a cold beverage bottle.

The jailer wanted to remain defiant, but after thinking it over, he simply stiffened his neck.

"I'm bad at it, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying playing it."

"I know, I know, eat slowly," Orange Tea said with a smile. "Is one bottle enough? Should I buy another one?"

Watching the prison guard eat, Orange Tea couldn't help but murmur to herself.

"When I was a child, my family was poor, and we could only eat meat after the New Year. So I wasn't too picky about food; as long as I was full, that was fine."

"I'm very easy to take care of."

"If you want to know what I like, what I want, or what I like to eat, you can just ask me directly. There's no need to observe me secretly."

"I won't hide anything from you and make you interpret or guess."

"You can't possibly think of me as such a long-winded person, can you?"

The jailer hurriedly shook his head: "No, no."

"That's right."

"If you like me and want to know, just say it directly. It's the same now and it will be the same in the future. I won't change. As for you... well, I don't think you'll ever be able to get rid of the jailer, so it doesn't matter."

Amidst the rising steam from the soup, the jailer suddenly lowered his head and quietly began slurping.

A strange heat welled up from the bottom of his heart, making his head spin a little.

The honesty, almost like tearing out one's heart, ripped a large gash in the very center of an onion.

"Orange tea..."

"Ok?"

"I like you, I really, really like you..."

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly being so mushy?" The orange tea drinker, who was resting her chin on her hand and examining the food, blushed instantly. "Did you eat too much spicy food and get dizzy?"

As she spoke, she reached out and waved her hand across the jailer's face.

"I'm serious, really serious..." The prison guard suddenly teared up, "You can like me... really..."

"Wow, if you're going to say something self-deprecating, I'll get upset," Orange Tea said, feigning anger. "In my eyes, you're the best!"

“Since I like you, you must be the best,” Orange Tea added. “I can’t let outsiders say I’ve fallen for a complete idiot whose mind is only on jailers, can I? Stand up straight!”

"Ok!"

……

……

Before the ruler left, Jiang Heyi asked him a question in private.

"What if we can't guarantee that Anna's history will unfold according to the optimal route in their strategy game?"

Powerful and wise as a master, the supreme leader of a civilization could only offer him a sigh.

The phrase "adaptability" perfectly encapsulates the difficulty and cruelty of this real-world game.

Completely beyond the scope of simulation, and not controlled by the dominant simulation.

The butterfly effect can affect the entire Anna the moment it begins to act at the boundary between the real and the virtual.

As the team leader, Jiang Heyi worked tirelessly day and night, closely following Holora and memorizing all the major events on Anna's timeline and the people associated with them.

Following the historical figures' timelines, we further expand on their lives and the key events that occurred in their lives.

This is an infinitely extending tree diagram.

When you try to start with a certain person or a certain point, the tree diagram will extend into the void and generate infinite possibilities.

Jiang Heyi didn't know which one, which person, or which piece of information would become the key to their repair of the Anna Spiral.

All he could give was the answer, "I will do my best."

Even though everyone in the team has their own role, when it comes to making decisions that take a holistic view, he is the only one whom the boundaries between reality and illusion can be unconditionally trusted.

Therefore, after the start of the Anna World University program, some people can steal time from their busy schedules to cultivate relationships and go on dates, while others can be deeply in love and inseparable.

Jiang Heyi is not suitable.

All they need to do is operate, provide opinions, and offer reference information.

The person making the decisions must not make a single mistake!

"Let's take a break. That's enough for today."

Holola gently patted Jiang Heyi's shoulder and put away the projection screen.

On the light screen, a dense array of information flashed in Jiang Heyi's eyes.

An ordinary person would feel dizzy and disoriented after just one glance.

After prolonged use of my eyes, they are red, swollen, dry, and producing excessive tears.

Holora raised her hand, and a shimmering green light flowed into his body, relieving the irritating itching.

“It’s difficult, isn’t it?” she asked.

Jiang Heyi slowly exhaled a breath of stale air: "I am aware of this, and so are we."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "The good news is that we have at least a lifetime to memorize and remember."

Holora pursed her lips and encouraged, "Perhaps you can perfectly replicate it on your first try without triggering too many unexpected events, giving the butterfly a chance to spread its wings."

Jiang Heyi shook his head: "Placing hope in low-probability events is irresponsible to everyone. I will not put everyone in a dangerous situation that is beyond our control."

Holora smiled wryly: "I think I know why they chose you as their student. This sense of conviction is something that not everyone has."

"I believe that most people's most normal reaction when they see the tree diagram spreading out is shock and despair."

“But you are different. Your strong belief in risking your lives to get involved has never wavered for even a moment.”

How could it possibly waver?

Peppermint, Cassiopeia, King Slime, Eleravie, Renee...

In reality, they are completely unaware of the boundary between the real and the virtual.

Those who had met them in the world of Anna also regarded them as outsiders.

But Jiang Heyi absolutely refused to admit that everything that happened in the Proof of the Stars was just a dream.

Perhaps everything they achieved in the game cannot be carried over to reality, but at least... they can save everyone!

For example, now that an incorrect historical timeline has emerged, does that mean that the disaster that occurred a hundred years ago in Devilland could have been avoided?

If the intervened loop causes a crack to appear again in that distorted timeline of history, allowing them to enter...

Can the destruction of the Underground Temple of the Clarity be prevented this time?

Even if it cannot be stopped, can the people in this part of Devland's history transcend history itself and come to their present time?

In the past, the Slime King and the Sun Shower Squad were dead.

But in that "now" when the boundary between reality and illusion arrives, they are still alive.

"I'm not sure if your idea is extremely clever or extremely dangerous. Maybe you can ask your teacher for yourself after you die."

"Your most pressing matter is..."

Holora smiled, and Jiang Heyi turned around following her gaze.

Carrying three bowls of sweet potato soup, French fries walked into the room.

“You should eat more nourishing food. Too much mental activity has not only made you thinner, but also made you listless.” Holora took her bowl and drank from it. “This is something my magic can’t cure.”

French Fries noticed how thin Jiang Heyi had become.

Before he could make a move, French Fries forcefully pulled her into his arms.

In the past, she used Jiang Heyi as a cushion, but this time the roles were reversed.

"Your belly feels so warm."

"If you're feeling warm, lie down a little longer." Fries held up the sugar water. "Here, Potato, let me feed you."

"I thought you would say, 'Potato, it's time to take your medicine.'"

The fries weren't annoyed; instead, they smiled indulgently.

“We won’t get sick, and this won’t happen. If you want to experience being taken care of, it’s not too late to start now.”

"real or fake?"

"Really," the fries replied earnestly.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Heyi murmured, "Am I really in a bad state?"

Have you ever looked in a mirror?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Heyi took a sip of the sugar water from the spoon, slowly stood up, and went to the full-length mirror.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my figure hadn't changed much, but my eye sockets seemed sunken, the light in my eyes was dim, and my face was pale.

The characters in novels whose life force has been drained are probably like this.

"In the words of our teacher, knowledge itself is a curse."

"To fully master them, you have to pay a price."

"Your bodies and souls are fragile and cannot withstand a massive bombardment of information in a short period of time."