T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

After some searching, I learned that shortly after they participated in the offline competition, the Dream Lords had an internal conflict. It is said that they had a big fight over who should take the blame for the feud with the boundary between reality and illusion.

Why are you still dwelling on this now?

If you don't offend me, do you think the other players will tolerate you?

In short, their accounts were deleted very naturally, and the guild died out quietly as well.

This guild, which had polluted countless players and caused numerous disgusting incidents in the month and a half since the game's launch, delivered its final show for all players with its most humorous demise.

Its death was a greater contribution than its life.

Search for "Gaia Consciousness".

what?

You look just like me!

The disbandment of the Gaia Consciousness Guild is also closely related to the boundary between the virtual and the real.

Because the clips of their outbursts and curses during the guild competition were repeatedly analyzed by experts in spoken language, their foul language and two-faced behavior were truly disgusting.

The subsequent apology announcement, which included both positive and negative statements, only further fueled the controversy surrounding him.

With the other three guilds that qualified for the World Championships all expressing their support for the Boundary Between Reality and Illusion, Gaia Consciousness, which originally had some strength, quickly experienced a loss of members.

It's nothing more than being pointed at and gossiped about when we go out because we're associated with a guild...

They are not the masters of dreams, so they can roll around in the mud without a care in the world.

The president wanted to control his subordinates and even tried to win them back by giving them red envelopes in real life.

However, upon hearing that he actually wanted to go against the boundary between reality and illusion, and that he didn't think he had done anything wrong, the guild members who sensed something was wrong immediately started to complain.

Just kidding, they were already in the wrong, yet they still went against the tide. Isn't that just plain stupid?

Strange, with so much fun, why didn't the jailer, the patrol dog, bring any of it back to the group chat?

"Huh? They're all dead?" the jailer asked in surprise, then added, "Who's going to make up for the lack of fun I had?"

Chapter 225 The Passage of Ghost Soldiers

Upon arriving at the company, Chen Shaoyu immediately went to Zhu Huo's office.

As I hesitated, the door was already pushed open.

The sun rose slowly, and its warm light streamed through the French windows, bathing the slightly tired face of the candlelight.

From the moment the candlelight revealed its miracles, he became convinced that the puppet before him was omnipotent.

This was the first time Chen Shaoyu had seen her look so haggard.

The desktop was messy, with piles of paper documents scattered all over the floor, making it impossible for him to find a place to step.

While the candlelight still made him somewhat dazed, Chen Shaoyu bent down and picked them up one by one, tidying them up and putting them back in their place.

"I'm sorry," Candlelight apologized immediately, "It's been fixed."

Should we issue an announcement?

“This time, the victim only has the boundary between reality and virtuality. Let’s communicate and handle it privately,” Candlelight said. “I’ve erased the video recordings related to the bug.”

This is different from the way it was handled in the past.

"The group of people I encountered at the boundary between the virtual and the real..."

He immediately shut his mouth.

Chen Shaoyu realized that he had become increasingly curious lately.

This is not a good sign, but he finds it hard to suppress.

“They are players too,” Candlelight explained, “At this moment, you are not the only ones playing the Proof of the Stars.”

Just as Chen Shaoyu was about to speak, his phone rang.

"Brother Shaoyu, the breakfast you ordered has been delivered. What would you like to eat?"

"Beef shumai, red bean buns, corn juice, uh..." Chen Shaoyu looked up at the candlelight, "Give me two more servings of shumai."

The call ended, but the conversation between the two continued.

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "How many worlds are there together?"

"If you ask this, you can't ask 'Why were you chosen?'"

After careful consideration, Chen Shaoyu chose to satisfy his most pressing curiosity.

"make a deal!"

"4."

"Only 4?"

Chen Shaoyu was surprised; he had estimated the number to be at least hundreds or thousands.

However, considering that one person like Zhu Huo can connect four worlds and hundreds of millions of living beings, ignoring spatial barriers to enter a bizarre and wonderful game, this power is truly frightening.

His phone vibrated; it was a colleague reminding him that breakfast had been brought over.

Apart from Chen Shaoyu, almost no one stays on this floor where the candles are lit.

Everyone holds candlelight in deep reverence.

Besides... this job pays well, has little work, and offers good benefits. They don't want to be like some people who are inexplicably kicked out of the company.

There's no harm in following the rules.

Even after leaving the company, they remain tight-lipped when relatives and friends ask about it.

To avoid annoying questions, some people either move out of their homes and live directly at the company, or lie and say they have already resigned, for fear of letting the cat out of the bag.

Chen Shaoyu took out two portions of beef shumai and broke them apart in front of the candlelight.

The juices were overflowing, and the aroma of scallions and beef filled the room, causing the candlelight to involuntarily sniff.

"Eat something. It may not remind you of anything, but there's nothing happier than being full."

"I am a doll, and eating me would only waste your food."

"If this planet could survive without you, it should be destroyed." Chen Shaoyu chewed heartily. "Everyone in the company paid for this; it would be a waste not to finish it."

He added, "What if you suddenly break down one day? Wouldn't it be such a waste to log off without experiencing anything?"

The candlelight accepted the kindness.

While eating, Chen Shaoyu checked the latest topics on the community forum.

Today was another exciting day; the video on the boundary between reality and virtuality went viral once again.

It's hard to find anyone like the boundary between virtual and real worlds, with over a million followers, most of whom are active fans.

Every time a video is posted, not only the Chinese server community but also the foreign server's content creators get excited.

Level 9, Cleared

The title is simple and unadorned, reflecting a consistent style that blurs the lines between reality and fiction.

Yesterday, many people were worried that other guilds that had entered the 9th floor would overtake them, but overnight, they once again raised the progress of their strategy by one level.

“I remember yesterday, when Jailer Bro was chatting with people from the Funny Tree Guild, he said that he would speedrun through the 9th floor tonight. At that time, some people thought that Jailer Bro was just showing off.”

"Here I am. First, I apologize. Please forgive me. I've filled my feed with pictures of prison guards. Please take a look, prison guards."

Chen Shaoyu clicked in and took a look. The purity was very high. He thought the prison guard would like it.

The reply styles in the comments section on the boundary between reality and virtuality are very diverse, which is closely related to the chaotic nature of the members.

Just as some people offer tribute to the jailer, others naturally send incense to the tea god.

People have been urging the Tea God to start a live stream, collect cyber incense offerings, and achieve cyber Dao fruition, but the Tea God seems to be blind to this immense wealth and has no reaction whatsoever.

Her Bilibili account only shares photos of her holidays and trips with everyone; there's nothing else on it.

Because of her overly Buddhist attitude, every video of hers has people sending "please change your luck" or "please bless you" messages regardless of the context.

As Chen Shaoyu scrolled through these meaningless comments, he slowed down his eating.

"Why does it always seem like the game has a walkthrough in advance for the Virtual Reality Boundary? Ordinary players who need to prepare carefully and challenge several or even a dozen difficult dungeons can just easily pass them? When will Virtual Reality Boundary release a complete walkthrough video? It's really confusing to only have snippets."

Criticism has persisted, and even after the World Championship, despite positive reviews both online and offline, the boundary between reality and fiction cannot please all players.

"Did the Chinese server operators leak the strategy guide for the boundary between reality and virtuality?"

This kind of rhythm was mostly drowned out by supportive replies, barely making a ripple, but it did evoke Chen Shaoyu's imagination.

“Candlelight,” he asked. “You’ve been paying particular attention to the boundary between reality and illusion lately.”

There were signs of trouble before the holiday, and after the holiday, Zhu Huo arranged for him to record the real-time game progress at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, and granted him a lot of administrative privileges for this purpose.

Candlelight has always treated all players equally, but he sensed a slight bias in the boundary between the virtual and the real.

He wasn't familiar with the foreign servers, but in the Chinese server, this treatment was unique to this individual.

"They are special."

Zhu Huo glanced at the vinegar dish in front of Chen Shaoyu, dipped a shumai in it, and chewed it with satisfaction.

"I told you, the star-studded lineup is not just a game, but also a selection process. Their performance is the closest to the requirements."

Chen Shaoyu's heart skipped a beat: "What are you screening?"

“Only those who are close to the end can know,” said the candlelight. “I hope to find the right person before I forget even this.”

The conversation was heading in a pessimistic direction, so Chen Shaoyu quickly changed the subject.

"What type of worlds are the other three worlds we're playing with? Can you tell us?"

The candlelight stared at Chen Shaoyu.

Just as he was feeling a bit carried away and his curiosity was running wild, the candlelight spoke.

"One is very similar to the martial arts stories in your literary creations. Before experiencing dramatic changes in the world, it develops step by step."

"They, stepping into the new era, are like you who have just learned how to make fire."

Chen Shaoyu immediately grasped the meaning of the metaphor.

"The other one is very close to what you call the fantasy literature worldview. When I arrived, it already had a very complete magic system, but to me, that magic was not sophisticated."

Chen Shaoyu thought for a moment and figured that with the power of the candlelight, seeing the natives performing magic would probably be like a child waving a sparkler that flashes with colorful lights and performing acrobatics for a strong adult.

Noticing the candlelight suddenly stop, he couldn't help but ask, "Where's the last one?"

The sound of a vibrating phone interrupted their conversation.

Seeing the name in the contact's name, Chen Shaoyu answered the phone at the prompting of the candlelight.

What's the story behind the possibility that the World Championship might not be held?

The man on the other end of the phone skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point, his tone revealing a hint of anger.

“I notified him last night; all the other server stakeholders have been informed,” Candlelight said.

Chen Shaoyu lowered his voice and asked, "Then how should I answer?"

"Tell him there's a reason for this, it's a probabilistic event, and to prepare a contingency plan."

This……

My brain raced, trying to figure out how to polish these words.

He paused for a few seconds, then said.

"There's nothing we can do, but we should try to make contingency plans."

The man on the other end of the phone was also stunned; these words sounded like the way they usually gave orders to subordinates…

After conveying the possibility of an emergency, Candlelight took out the form that had been reviewed beforehand.

"Let's begin the first batch of dividend transfers."

The first batch of profit-sharing transfers was originally supposed to begin when the World Championship venue was finalized, but Candlelight brought it forward.

Are you afraid of memory loss and forgetting?

I returned to my workstation with the form in hand, and my colleagues were gathered around, chattering away.