T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The once lavish mansions of the city's nobles are now occupied by a large number of magicians and well-trained guards.

Several clerks moved through the crowd, leading the Dimir survivors for questioning.

Looking down from the second-floor balcony, everyone was busy as ants.

Dren Brendan opened the door, and his personal scribe recorded everything that old Tok had described.

The guard opened another door not far away for him.

Inside the room, a handsome man leaned back in a soft chair with his eyes closed.

Even when the door was pushed open, it couldn't wake him.

His neck and arms were injured, and his body, which had not been washed, was covered in blood and grime, with a pungent, fishy stench.

Brendan's accompanying scribe couldn't help but pinch his nose.

Brendan's personal guards stood behind him, their faces full of curiosity.

After asking around with their lord, they finally met this mysterious person who was mentioned by almost every Dimir, yet was not among the Dimir mages at all.

No one knew his name; in the chaos, everyone habitually called him "Sir."

Brendan lit the incense and waved his hand, signaling for the fresh-breathing, invigorating gummies to be delivered.

The man opened his heavy eyelids as his bodyguard shook him.

He showed no sign of nervousness and calmly ate the gummy candy as instructed.

Brendan was pleased with the man's performance and introduced himself.

“Kekri Fortress… well, I don’t like that name. It should be called Kekri City now. Anyway, I’m the lord of it,” Brendan said. “I think you should give a brief self-introduction.”

"The four original bodies".

"Is this your name?"

"title."

Why don't you say your name?

"It's more memorable."

After a moment of silence, Brendan stopped dwelling on the topic.

“You are not a Dimir.”

“No,” the Primal replied honestly. “I come from the alien continent of Devilland. An accident brought me to Anna through a natural teleportation array, and I just happened to get caught up in your chaos.”

Brendan frowned.

It's bizarre and coincidental, but that's not the point of concern right now.

Brendan picked up a scroll that had just been brought into the room.

"Old Tok said during the questioning that you possess unparalleled fighting skills. As a magician, you relied on martial arts to clear a path and carve out a way for everyone to survive."

"Your courage is the greatest he has ever seen in his life, going against the current, venturing into the torrent of monsters, and entering the forest."

"Your kindness is not pretense or pity; you led the alien race back to Dimir and saved people from dire straits."

He picked up another one.

"An adventurer who fought alongside you also praised your decisiveness. Given the number of monsters seen at the time, the number of survivors in the city would probably be less than one in a hundred by dawn. Choosing to take the initiative instead of waiting for rescue was the right decision."

The tetramorph humbly replied, "You flatter me."

Brendan shook his head: "It's not an overstatement."

Almost at the same time that Dimir fell, Kekri was also besieged by monsters.

Brendan, as a frontier lord, took over the fortress from the early days of the pioneers and transformed it into a city. His actions were permitted by Kurien, and his authority far surpassed that of Dimir. The city-state he built was also superior.

After withstanding the first wave of attacks, Brendan realized that Dimir might be in trouble.

He led his troops to the rescue under cover of darkness, and at dawn he saw the monsters lying dead on both sides of the road. He thought Dimir was a dead city, but he never expected...

The butterfly-winged elves and the departing monsters drove away and crushed the low-level monsters.

The towering trolls are working together to clear the corpses from the city.

Brendan was prepared for the invasion, but before that, he made his usual diplomatic efforts to try to understand the reasons for this "undeclared war."

After the two sides met and communicated, Brendan was dizzy for several seconds.

The elite Dark Lion Guards were overwhelmed and killed by low-level monsters.

Only one mage remained in the city, negotiating with the various races and threatening suicide to secure rescue.

The magician didn't use any magic at all; they only realized that afterwards...

He claims to be an elemental mage, but he's just an ordinary person who hasn't awakened his powers!

The amount of information was substantial. After taking over Dimir, Brendan immediately drove away the monsters and began the verification process.

The elves and trolls were not lying; their descriptions were completely consistent with those of the Dimir survivors.

In the eyes of the elves, the Tetraprimates are audacious, but also courageous and resourceful.

Even after discovering he had been deceived, the elf, having slapped himself in the face, only angrily said, "I'll get my revenge sooner or later," venting his frustration without seeking any retaliation.

In the eyes of many of Dimir's survivors, the "magician" was wise and decisive, saving countless ordinary people.

In short, the four Primarchs, who lacked magic, were considered heroes by both sides.

Not to mention, the elves actually caught the Corrupting Serpent Man who was causing trouble in the shadows, based on the clues from the four Primarchs.

Brendan asked, "One wrong step and everything is ruined. Aren't you afraid?"

The Four Primal Bodies laughed: "I have no chips, so I can only put myself on the table. Once isn't enough to turn the tide, twice is barely enough to break even, and only three or four times can reverse the situation. I have no choice."

Brendan then asked, "Why gamble with your life if you can protect yourself?"

The Primal Being thought for a moment and then repeated what it had said to the elf the night before.

The two guards looked on with admiration, and felt a strong urge to have a drink with the Four Primal Bodies.

The courage to hold a sword to one's neck and risk one's life is something that is not something that ordinary people possess.

As to how he learned of the Corrupting Serpent People's plot, the Primordial only said that he stumbled upon it by chance in the wild.

This part cannot be specifically verified, and Brendan, given his previous statements, does not intend to pursue the matter further.

At this point, how we know is no longer important.

The four Primarchs have prevented the conspiracy from wreaking havoc on the Empire's northwestern border; this is now a fact.

As a lord, Brendan also felt the urge to clink glasses with the Primarchs.

Brendan felt a pang of guilt upon learning that the four Primarchs had temporarily lost their magic due to the teleportation array.

Mentioning the hero's sad stories is truly against the virtues of a nobleman.

The Tetras suddenly asked, "How do you plan to punish me?"

Four "Huh?" sounds rang out from inside the room.

The guards, the scribe, and their lord all lost their composure.

The Dark Lion Guard's foolish actions during the Dimir incident were enough to enrage Kurien, leaving him with a worried expression.

In such an abstract error, the brilliance of the tetramorph emerged.

The empire is too busy rewarding the Dark Lion Guards to punish the heroes who turned the tide.

Wouldn't other races outside the border laugh their heads off?

The Primordial Ones smiled bitterly: "So I wasn't a prisoner after all. This morning, after you took over the city-state, I was put in a room and locked up. No one cared about my water or food. I thought I was going to be eating prison food."

"Can you give me something to eat? I'm so tired and hungry, I really can't take it anymore."

After landing without eating or drinking, and after a day of intense fighting, the four Primarchs dreamed of Nongya in the sky.

Brendan covered his face with his hands, trying to suppress his anger.

"Who is in charge?"

"Don't pursue the matter yet, let me eat first," the Tetramorph weakly pleaded.

Brendan hurriedly ordered his guards to bring him food.

Thinking about how the four primal beings had endured hunger to complete their conversation with him, he couldn't help but admire them even more.

The four progenitors wolfed down their food, discarding their knives and forks and grabbing the steaks with their bare hands to put them in their mouths, showing no regard for appearance or cleanliness.

Brendan broke out in a sweat watching the starving people eat.

If the Primal Body were exhausted, hungry, and died suddenly due to physical weakness, then what he did would be almost as abstract as what the Dark Lion Guard did.

The maid who made the decision to starve the "prisoner" was trying to figure out her superior's intentions and was attempting to advance her career.

She received an award.

During the feeding of the tetra-primate, the whipping was carried out simultaneously outside the room.

If it weren't for the tetra-primal's words, "Don't kill him," the enraged Brendan wouldn't have decided to stop.

"My lord, I would like to make a deal with you."

Brendan, who was flipping through the scribe's documents, looked up, somewhat puzzled.

The tetra-entity pushed its plate aside, burped, and gestured for another plate.

He wiped his mouth and continued.

Do you want to become a hero?

"You mean the Corrupting Serpent People?" Brendan waved his hand. "The elves and trolls will handle it; we don't need to get too involved."

"I mean, the heroes of this Dimir incident."

Brendan frowned and gestured to his guards to close the door tightly and release a soundproofing spell.

"What do you mean?"

The Four Primals said, "His Majesty Kurien's Dark Lion Guard made a foolish mistake and was completely wiped out. Even if they wanted to cover it up, it would be difficult to do so. Those who need to know will still know."

“In this incident, if His Majesty’s close associates don’t have any redeeming qualities, they might face some criticism. As we just learned from our conversation, you were once one of His Majesty’s trusted people, so you should be considered a close associate.”

"Let's assume... that I, the hero of the Dimir incident, was actually a messenger you sent to Dimir City, a reliable bodyguard. It was your skillful training and proper command that helped resolve the crisis."

"Or, if Your Lordship wants more, you can simply claim that it was you who activated me, the border messenger, and remotely completed the negotiations, for which you deserve great credit."

"For you, this reputation will make you more popular in Kekri City."

"For His Majesty, although the Dark Lion Guard has lost face, there are still other trusted confidants who have made a difference. One is positive and the other is negative, so it's a draw. You helped His Majesty cover up the stupidity of another subordinate and made up for the loss. You will probably be valued even more."

The clerk's quill pen fell to the ground.

Brendan swallowed hard, his breathing becoming erratic.

"You...what do you want?"

This is a great achievement. Putting aside everything else, it helped His Majesty cover up his shame, and its value is beyond doubt.

"For the next three years, you will send someone to take care of my daily needs."

"You provide the materials for my revival of magic."

"Several of my friends and I were caught in the same teleportation array malfunction and ended up in Anna. We need your help to find out more information."

Brendan was stunned.

It's not because the requirements are too difficult, but because...

Holy crap, it's that simple?

It was so simple that Brendan would feel uneasy even if he nodded in agreement.

He always considered himself a rare normal person among the nobles who were surrounded by insects, and regarded himself as a hero with a noble soul in the pioneering era.

"You become a hero; with the Empire's reward for this little thing, you can get it too, right?"

The Four Primals shook their heads: "I am just an ordinary person. Even if the Empire's reward can be implemented into a title, it cannot be converted into power in a short time. It would be better to borrow the Lord's title."

"The benefits I would gain are far greater if they fell on you."

“I seek short-term gains, while you, as the lord, need long-term benefits. We each get what we need, maximizing our interests and creating a win-win situation.”