T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Recalling the conversation between Zhu Huo and Chen Shaoyu just now, he suddenly realized and couldn't help but swallow.

The candlelight glanced at him.

"Come back often in the future, and walk with them through the ruins left by civilization."

The enamel mug remained silent, offering no reply, but the gaze was fixed on the boundary between reality and illusion.

"How could they not have any physical or psychological reaction when they were actually there in front of such a hideous monster?"

The candlelight casually explained: "Players entering the game will receive threshold protection to suppress the impact of strong feedback. As the game progresses, the protection effect will also be dynamically balanced."

"What level are they at?"

"Without equipment, they're practically at Tier 7 on this continent," Candlelight said. "With their current equipment, their combat ability has already reached the Tier 7 ceiling, and in team combat, they're more than capable of handling Tier 8 opponents."

Candlelight added: "A team like this is extremely rare in my experience... If they really fit together, that would be wonderful."

During the conversation, Jiang Heyi's loud shouts echoed throughout the surroundings.

The [Immaculate Light] blessing of the Elemental Heart Dagger has become the strongest weapon in the team at this time.

【Raging Lion】is good in every way, but it is not as good as the specialized Elemental Heart when it comes to necromancy!

The azure sea tide solidified into a physical form by the accumulation of spirits from the slaughter of zombies.

The moment the dagger pierced the stitched-together behemoth's body, abundant water elements poured out, washing its massive form into a pile of bloody remains.

Tomato sauce soup was spilled all over the floor.

The fishy, ​​foul odor was so strong that it made the enamel cup feel physically nauseous.

The candlelight waved at him, and he suddenly felt refreshed. The pungent smell was still obvious, but the enamel cup didn't seem so unbearable anymore.

"what have you done?"

"Your threshold has been adjusted, but it's just in the game, don't worry."

The enamel mug didn't know much about games, and after hearing what Candlelight had just said, he no longer needed to examine everything in front of him through the lens of games.

No harm digital feedback.

The value was never displayed.

Adding points is just a formality, to make you realize that this is a game.

Skills learned naturally become second nature and are thoroughly mastered.

When the shield breaks, it deals 100% true damage; if you are killed, you will die.

In the game, rank does not represent actual combat strength.

The choices made by individual players will affect the course of the entire world.

Everything led to that answer.

"sharp."

He clapped softly, his attention still focused on what was below.

A pleasing combination.

French fries and potatoes act as wingmen to each other. When one makes a move, the other will inevitably appear in the opposite direction, either to bait the move or to feint an attack, creating maximum space for their partner to deal damage.

Wingman pairings can be switched seamlessly.

When the stitched behemoth was killed, Potato wasn't nearby, and French Fries' wingman automatically switched to Bed.

This large black rat, which always roams the perimeter and reports information, will always return to the main battlefield at the right time, either to cover Orange Tea who is putting out fires, or to attract aggro for the main damage dealers.

Zhong Zemo's shield always appears at the right moment in the enemy's attack path.

He doesn't need to provide any output; he only needs to delay for a moment, and Fries can seamlessly locate the enemy and switch targets by listening to the sound of the shield clashing with the weapon.

The four Primals, along with Orange Tea, were putting out the fire, but through the fleeting moments of glancing back, they could roughly determine the location, remotely supply elemental shields, and incidentally deliver a long-range spell to isolate the battlefield.

The prison guard, who is the most criticized, is like a war god.

Gorcalon's undead creations became his playground for chain-explosions of corpses.

If the fries inflict enough damage to prevent the undead creature from sealing its inner magic...

"boom!"

For no apparent reason, the enamel mug reminded me of the scene of a mine-clearing vehicle traversing a minefield. Under the "guidance" of the prison guard, one after another, ugly and hideous monsters swelled up, bulged, and burst open, finally turning into a pool of corpse water.

The increased threshold of the candlelight and the suppression of his senses worked, and he was able to calmly, even somewhat pleasantly and de-stressfully, appreciate the scene.

"How exactly can we overcome this obstacle?"

He had little experience with video games, only watching his children play them, so he humbly asked questions.

“We’ve found Gorcalon’s Life Box,” Candlelight explained. “Historically, he risked bringing the Life Box into the temple in order to refine the Clear One’s sacred artifact and transform it into his own power.”

"The Life Box is now on the 10th floor. Only by destroying the Life Box can the game be completed."

The enamel mug understood: "The key is finding it, like... that Voldemort guy?"

"There is a difference, but you can understand it this way."

"That doesn't sound difficult."

Chen Shaoyu suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the enamel mug.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Damn, what a disgusting monster! I hate liches!"

The shouting came from the outspoken prison guard.

While it's fun to play the "Bombing Game," the sheer disgust of fighting undead and zombies while conducting a thorough search in a fire is something only those who have experienced it can truly understand.

The relentless battles left the boundary between reality and illusion with almost no breathing room. The fatigue from the continuous fighting was accumulating, while Gorkaron had vanished without a trace.

"Yes, yes, you just keep summoning your zombies and undead!"

Jiang Heyi hates the system of collective punishment the most when playing games.

One person makes a mistake, and the whole group is doomed.

The answer is to find a friend of similar skill level to work with.

But if you ask again, where can I find friends to play the same game with, have plenty of time, log on on time, and practice together...?

Don't ask, the answer is simple: if you can't find teammates, it's your problem.

So most of the time, players vote with their feet—they don't play.

The second most annoying thing is the mechanism where enemies forcibly remain alive.

Yes, I'm talking about you, you beast Gorkaron!

Damage overflows, health bar empties, but he just won't die.

Who knows, they might even have to stand in the middle of the arena and go through all the performance mechanics, and then give you a 0-health berserk mechanic at the end, which could wipe out the entire raid if you don't handle it well.

The good thing about Proof of the Stars is that it has strong linkage and few mechanics that force players to watch the BOSS's performance, leaving them with nothing to do.

Most dungeons in the Underground Temple of the Clarity can be solved by using tricks, such as powerful items obtained from other quests to help clear them.

If the normal methods don't work, then the crooked path is also the right path.

Can you say that self-destructing a slime isn't an excellent solution?

Even without these clever touches, the plot includes external reinforcements and lowers the barrier to entry, such as the mortal enemies King Slime and the Black Cat.

Not long ago, they discovered another advantage.

With a full set of equipment, a powerful amplification technique can be used to strike some bosses, either instantly killing them or leaving them severely wounded.

Although you can't visually appreciate the beauty of large damage numbers, it definitely feels satisfying!

You have the ability to outmaneuver me, and I have the ability to outmaneuver you.

However, before he could enjoy his newfound pleasure for long, that beast Gorcalon appeared.

The Fate Box, a pure animalistic mechanism.

It turned into a tiny thing and lay down in the corner. Ugh, I had to drag it along, it was so disgusting.

Of course, it's also possible that they didn't find the right way to play and experienced the "classic" content that normal players would naturally enjoy in the game.

After all, if Nafiel, who can use mental magic, isn't killed instantly, he'll probably resort to some disgusting tricks.

So this is what it feels like to be tormented by monster mechanics. They've only been in the game for less than half a day, and they're already getting frustrated...

Those locked out by the Black Cat system probably feel even worse.

The enamel mug asked, "This guy named Gorcalon, the prototype, is he really that shameless?"

“The adventurers who try to defeat him are dragged down to their deaths,” Candlelight said. “The lich’s defining characteristic is that he’s stubborn and doesn’t die, but those with average strength can’t appreciate it.”

"If he's so good at shirking responsibility, why didn't he save his mother when she died? Does he not have a mother?"

The jailer's rant unexpectedly steered the conversation into their topic.

"If you catch the Life Box, don't destroy it. Let's have a World Cup first. If you like to stay alive, then don't die!"

This time, it was Jiang Heyi who spoke.

Although crude, the enamel mug still couldn't quite suppress the upward curve of the corners of my mouth.

Young and energetic.

Chapter 230 The Clarifier Monster Compendium

“He Yi, there’s something strange about these books!” Zhong Zemo exclaimed.

Amidst billowing smoke, the burning and deformed bookshelf began to collapse.

Several purplish-brown books, which could not be burned by fire, suddenly fell from a high place.

As it crashed to the ground, a bluish-purple halo bloomed, rippling across the ground and causing dust to rise.

The surrounding fire was contained by an invisible force. The books, which were suffering under the protection of the magic array in the sea of ​​fire, were enveloped in a pale blue halo. The pages of the books fluttered, like birds, and gracefully gathered towards those few special books.

Amidst the blazing inferno, the scene of birds returning to their nests was truly magnificent.

"Potato, these books are working magic!"

Following the direction the jailer was shouting, in the sea of ​​fire, the books that were not burning fiercely suddenly burst into dazzling light, and all sorts of strange magic bloomed freely.

A fireball shot out and struck the bookshelf next door. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of bolts of lightning fell from the sky, shattering bricks and stones, destroying bookshelves, and scorching pages.

Suddenly, boiling water rose from the ground, washing the books that were suspended under the protection of the magic array into a corner.

The friction and collision of dozens of books released a terrifying aura, causing a sharp pain in the brain with just a slight sensation.

Wind, thunder, water, fire, earth, light, darkness...

Common and uncommon elemental magic bloomed in profusion.

Suddenly, pairs of ghostly hands emerged from the protective magic circle of the books, waving and grabbing wildly, as if trying to drag people into hell.

Before the army of evil spirits summoned by Gor'kron could even approach the boundary between reality and illusion, they were wiped out by a sudden, chaotic, and unknown area-of-effect attack.

Sweat dripped down the line between reality and illusion.

The Primitive One swallowed hard: "What, what's going on here?"

Jiang Heyi guessed: "The knowledge points that Mint gave us were too much of a nuisance, and the excessive magic caused the scroll to trigger on its own."

"But isn't this a collection of books?"

French Fries said, "The knowledge passed down by the Clarity Ones will inevitably retain the complete spellcasting process of magic, making it easier for viewers to comprehend it."

The prison guard looked around at this knowledge temple, which resembled a towering tower, with countless floors and a vast area, composed of numerous suspended corridors, escalators, and aerial platforms.

The flames at the bottom have spread upwards along the wooden structures on both sides.

The fire set by Gorcalon and Nafiel could eerily ignite stone, causing the smooth, alluring marble to crackle and burst under the intense heat, with pieces of stone falling from the sky from time to time.

Orange Tea shuddered: "Does this mean... we're in a magical furnace?!"

"Congratulations, you answered correctly." The jailer was actually quite amused.

Not far away, those books with summoning abilities were trying their best to attract more books to their side.