T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

I update it every two or three days on average, which is quite frequent.

However, the overall quality is hard to describe. Most of the videos are not sophisticated and lack originality and features. They are the kind of videos that, even on short and fast-paced platforms, would be watched once and scrolled down after hearing the audio.

I searched short video platforms and, sure enough, I had fewer followers than Bilibili.

Chen Shaoyu discovered that he did not have the qualifications for the game "Proof of the Stars" and could not interact with the game "Boundary Between Reality and Illusion".

Following the information, his gaze traveled across the distance to the camera on which he was live-streaming.

This is a somewhat cramped bedroom, with a bed, cabinets, power strips, and a computer desk making up everything that comes into view.

Perhaps for the sake of the live stream, the bedroom was clean and tidy, and the desk was neatly arranged.

However, the ground, which was not covered by the camera, was a mess, with leftover takeout bags and empty beverage bottles piled up.

The curtains were drawn tightly, preventing even the last rays of the setting sun from entering.

Chen Lechao, whose face was pale from the computer light, was not live streaming. Instead, he was typing rapidly on the keyboard, chatting with people in the chat group.

Their casual conversation happened to touch upon the boundary between the real and the virtual.

"Having remained silent for so long, is the boundary between the virtual and real worlds truly feeling guilty and afraid to respond?"

"I don't think so. Let's not follow the trend. After all, it's a guild from our Chinese server."

Chen Lechao replied to the group members at lightning speed.

"What's wrong with the Chinese server? If you're not good enough, isn't it cheating to get ahead by leaking answers?"

"Creating gods is an old tradition in the Chinese server. When the same trend emerges, anyone can be packaged as a strong player."

It was clear that many people in the chat group were taking a wait-and-see approach, and judging from the expressions and tones of their replies, Chen Lechao had obviously had more than one conflict with the others on this topic.

"Just watch and have some fun, don't take sides. It's fine if they don't respond, after all, it's a self-proving trap."

To be fair, Chen Shaoyu felt that what this group member said was quite objective, and it had the flavor of a peacemaker.

However, Chen Lechao seemed to have been provoked. He suddenly became agitated in front of the screen, his face tensed up, and he gritted his teeth as he forcefully delivered a long speech.

Still not satisfied after throwing it out, he took out various screenshots that he considered irrefutable evidence of the boundary between reality and illusion being created by gods, and threw them out in an attempt to get everyone in the group to stand on his side.

Using the power of the candlelight, Chen Shaoyu quickly reviewed the messages in his various chat groups and understood.

Chen Lechao lamented why he wasn't the one who achieved fame.

He believes that if he had won the lottery, he might have achieved even greater success than the boundary between the virtual and the real.

In his eyes, the boundary between the real and the virtual was not a top-tier guild, but just a thief who happened to qualify and stole his good fortune.

"Jealous to the point of madness" perfectly describes him.

Seeing that the boundary between reality and fiction remained hot, he buzzed around like a fly, harboring a disgusting mentality, repeatedly stepping into the fray, completely at ease.

Examining his resume on the desk, I saw that he had no work experience after three years of graduation.

They treat being a streamer as a profession but never think about improving. Their editing and live streaming are both shoddy and lack any entertainment value. They just make a living off the meager tips from live stream donations.

Ok?

VAC record?

Wow, this is quite entertaining! Turns out you're an FPS prodigy, a top-tier prodigy!

Chen Shaoyu chuckled. Compared to the one he had punished earlier, Chen Lechao wasn't even worth the effort he had to put into dealing with him.

It's nothing more than a maggot hiding in a ditch, occasionally peeking out to disgust people; it wouldn't survive a second in the sunlight.

He chose to relinquish control to the boundary between the real and the virtual.

The jailer was astonished to receive a reply from Chen Shaoyu, containing all the information about the mascot in the comments section that he had been longing for.

"This is?"

“We happen to be making some preparations on our side as well, and I think this will make your summons more accurately reach the people who ‘need’ it,” Chen Shaoyu said.

Without hesitation, the jailer posted the message directly in the main group.

Understanding Chen Lechao's current situation leaves one speechless, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Is the guild some kind of super-scumbag magnet? Why are all sorts of weirdos flocking here?

The jailer said, "I'll give him a call for fun."

"Stop acting like this, just give them the summons," Zhong Zemo reminded him.

"It's okay, let him hit him."

"Potato, why are you supporting this too?"

"Several of his accounts have VAC ban records. Guess what type of games I play most often when I team up with Fries?"

It doesn't really matter if they chase after Hei Jiang He Yi out of jealousy. There are plenty of people who are envious of them, so what?

But as a gamer, he couldn't tolerate cheating.

The prison guard started a live stream in the group, took out a spare SIM card, and dialed Chen Lechao's mobile phone number.

Chen Shaoyu is still observing.

Chen Lechao was clearly stunned for a few seconds when he saw the unfamiliar number, but still picked up the phone with suspicion.

While everyone was still trying to figure out how to start the conversation, the prison guard blurted out his answer.

"Hello, are you Mr. Chen Lechao, who has registered 13 Steam accounts, 11 of which have VAC ban records, who needs to cheat to play FPS games, and needs to hard lock the breech in Magic: Thunder, whose skill level is comparable to that of an idiot without cheating, and who relies entirely on his parents to call out his game time from heaven?"

Chapter 240 I won a game spot!

Chen Lechao, who is keen on laning, has a pretty good mental fortitude.

Looking through the chat history, Chen Shaoyu discovered that even when he was losing an argument online, he could still shamelessly act like a tough nut to crack, sticking to his own logic and remaining as stubborn as a city wall.

But the jailer's straightforward recitation of the menu was like a powerful punch shattering the illusions of the internet, directly confronting reality.

His hands were trembling involuntarily.

"Hey, are you there, you cheater orphan?"

The jailer was ruthless with his words.

As a gamer, he always assumed that taking a selfie with his dog on the phone was a family photo, and ordering takeout was a family reunion dinner.

"Huh, a mute?"

The sarcastic remarks made Chen Lechao's face turn red.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He tried to escape.

"I've got the account information, you don't think I dialed the wrong number, do you?" the jailer asked. "Can you explain to me what you were thinking when you were cheating?"

"Wait, I'll call the police right away."

"Alright, then tell the police about your glorious deeds of using a secondary account to relentlessly attack the boundary between the virtual and real worlds?"

Chen Lechao was extremely flustered, but he didn't dare to hang up the phone.

Faced with the jailer's constant calls, he simply pretended to be dead.

"So cowardly, you're not going to argue?" Jailer Bro laughed. "I saw you being so arrogant in the comments section of the virtual-real boundary forum, I thought you were really powerful, how come you're afraid to argue over the phone?"

Chen Lechao's body trembled.

Only by hiding behind the internet can he freely unleash his malice and pour out the pent-up resentment that usually accumulates deep within his heart.

He can refuse to admit defeat, break all his promises and bets with everyone, and continue his activities without batting an eye.

Anyway, nobody knows who he is. If too many people criticize him, he can just change his username and chat group and start over.

When facing the person on the phone, everything about him is transparent and one-way; his behavior is meaningless.

It was as if he had been pulled out of a ditch by a pair of giant hands and placed under the scorching sun; every pore on Chen Lechao's body was steaming.

His overwhelming anxiety made him breathe too fast.

Finally, he launched into a tirade of profanities, vehemently criticizing traditional Chinese culture.

The prison guard on the other end of the phone laughed heartily, showing no anger at being scolded.

"Wow, you're getting anxious, you're really getting anxious, you finally can't hold back anymore?" the jailer said. "It's okay, buddy, there's no use getting anxious. I just called to tease you. You'll have plenty of things to worry about in the future."

"I have sent your information to those who need it."

"The content creators in the 'Cheat Zone' will soon receive a wealth of material. Haven't you always wanted to be famous? I'll help you earn that fame, so don't be shy."

"Oh, I heard that the boundary between the virtual and real worlds is also looking for you. When you receive the summons, remember to take a picture and post it on social media. This kind of treatment is rare and will definitely help your account gain more followers."

"Hey bro, want me to get you some takeout? You're always harassing people and you can't even earn a few bucks from a few clicks of the mouse. I feel so sorry for you."

Chen Lechao's shouts and curses suddenly became much louder.

The humiliation of ordering takeout for him struck a chord deep within him, and his eyes welled up with tears.

The jailer remained unmoved. As a member of the entertainment industry, he had seen all kinds of storms. Chen Lechao's aggression was like scraping a cup, unable to penetrate his defenses at all.

Feeling that the time was right, he proactively ended the call, leaving Chen Lechao's repetitive counterattack empty-handed, and then casually blocked the number.

The jailer concluded, "Sigh, the defense is too low. I thought I could roll around a lot, but it just dealt true damage with a single hit."

After being disgusted for so long, they finally vented their anger and everyone at the boundary between the virtual and the real felt refreshed.

Chen Lechao, who had stubbornly fought against the prison guard, was completely deflated. He threw his phone aside and sat blankly in his chair, staring straight ahead with a vacant look.

The question is how to rebuild and nurture an account after being exposed for numerous cheating offenses that led to the end of the streamer's career.

Or are you worried that the line between reality and fiction will be taken too seriously, and that you might actually sue him?

It seems he is more worried about the latter.

He woke up as if electrocuted, immediately rushed to the computer, and began searching for relevant cases to find out the standards for punishment.

The phone rang again, and Chen Lechao, like a frightened bird, dared not look at the screen for a long time until he discovered that it was a number that most people had saved as a food delivery number.

Having already realized what was going on, he hesitated for a long time before finally answering the phone.

"Here's a meal for..." The deliveryman hesitated for a moment before reading out the note, "A pork trotter rice set meal for famous livestreamer Chen Lechao."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Chen Lechao was still furious.

"roll!"

He threw his phone out like an enraged baboon, jumping up and down in anger around the room.

Chen Shaoyu couldn't help but click his tongue. This takeout was the most destructive thing he had ever seen in his life; it was almost enough to shatter a person's self-esteem.

The jailer's true damage is too high.

It's a pity that he can only enjoy this comfortable scene by himself.

Under Chen Shaoyu's manipulation, materials related to Chen Lechao's cheating and his daily chat logs began to circulate in relevant gaming groups.

"What kind of cheater is this? Using cheats in Magic Thunder, CS, French Fries, and PUBG... Are they hallucinating? Do they really think cheating is their skill?"

"What's so interesting about the gossip from the bottom-tier streamer? There are too many idiots like him who are unhappy with their lives and cheat in games to find screen time... Oh crap, he's the 'garbled code guy' who keeps attacking people in the comments section of the virtual-real boundary. I take back what I just said, this gossip is interesting!"

"The life of 'Random Code Bro' is too exciting. He argues with people in chat groups, forcing them to accept the idea that 'the boundary between reality and virtuality is being created as a god'; he debates with a group of scholars in the comments section of the boundary between reality and virtuality, acting as the only one who is sober in a world of drunks; and in his own fan group of dozens of people, he boasts and puts on airs by pretending to be a master with cheat codes."

"I spend the whole day surfing the internet, either arguing with people or cross-dressing. I've never had such a thing in my life."

"I thought he was a charlatan, but it turns out he was serious and it even got to my brain."

"No, what's he after? Spreading such rumors about the boundaries between truth and falsehood, he won't lose a single penny of the dividends he's entitled to."

Once his true identity was revealed, a massive influx of onlookers flooded Chen Lechao's main account's posts.

He became famous, but not in the way he had expected.

The list was filled with all sorts of strange and monstrous people, and Chen Shaoyu had been busy for half a day but had only managed to punish two of them.

The thought that the return of the candlelight meant the return of power filled him with a sense of responsibility and a long road ahead.

In the virtual-real boundary group, Jiang Heyi and his friend French Fries had already started posting pictures of their dinner. Only then did he realize that it was almost 6 o'clock.

In their focus on using their abilities, their perception of time has become much blurred.

With only 6 hours left before the start of a new game, he figured he might have to challenge the 11th floor tonight at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds. He thought he could find another person to sacrifice to today.