This Game Is Too Realistic

In the crowd, just when the Ratman was sighing at the cruelty of the world, a generous and warm hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder.

Looking up, it was a man.

And he was not afraid of his appearance.

"Brother! Want to do the mission, Passing The Torch?" Spring Water Commander stared at his big round nose with ardent eyes, as if he had found a treasure.

Make Me was stunned for a moment.

"Passing… Passing The Torch?"

"Yes, Passing The Torch! It’s a novice mission!" Spring Water Commander had a sunny smile on his face, showing his mouth full of white teeth, "Don’t worry about it so much, just follow me, I’ll help you level up!"

Help me level up?

There’s actually such a good thing in this world?!

The corners of Spring Water Commander’s mouth cracked with joy.

This newbie is so gullible!

However, at this moment, a shit stirrer suddenly came over.

"Hey! Don’t follow him, follow me! I’ll teach you everything you need to learn in this game!"

Mosquito, who held the rat’s shoulders with both hands and pushed Spring Water Commander away. He was full of excitement, as if he had drawn five golden legendary cards in a row.

Seeing that someone ruined his chance of recruiting the newbie, Spring Water Commander was enraged and snatched the fat rat back towards himself. "No, don’t listen to him! That’s the most unreliable fuck in the game!”

Hearing someone say that he was unreliable, Mosquito snapped instantly, "Fuck you! Who is unreliable?! Did you forget who made the steel plates on your exoskeleton? How can you be so ungrateful?!"

It would have been better if he didn’t mention that.

The moment the plates were mentioned, Spring Water Commander couldn’t help cussing, "How dare you bring this up?! I went to Steel Plant 81 to ask about the price! They can do it for only 150 silver coins!"

Mosquito instantly felt embarrassed. He looked away and scratched his cheek. "Ahem, that includes the design cost of 50 silver coins... I gotta make a little money."

"You call that a little?!"

Make Me, who was caught between the two, blinked his mung bean-sized eyes with a dazed expression on his face.

Earlier, he was still lamenting the cruelty of the world because he had gotten a race that nobody liked. He even felt like before his good friends got into this game, he would probably have to play around himself.

He didn’t expect that he was actually very popular!

...

"The tree-cutting team is recruiting new strength type players! You will level up from 0 to 1 in two days!"

"We are heading to the exit tunnel on level B3! Are there any newcomers who want to join our group?!"

"Does anyone want an intelligence type? Also, I have a question, where can you buy drones and implants?"

"In your dreams."

“Shit…”

After the routine speech was over, Chu Guang left the newbies to the players. He turned around and went back to level B1, and sat for a while in front of the computer in the administrator’s office.

Chu Guang, who was sitting there, could easily grasp the movements of these new players by collecting the access records of the shelter and the old players who had taken up the Passing The Torch mission.

Some of the players who planned to take the Combat Profession route took up the hunter profession and followed the old players to the underground tunnel.

Others were taken to the surface.

With the liberation of 76th Street, there was a large area in the east of the shelter waiting for players to explore, and his players had also found a lot of high-quality resource points.

As the number of players increased, in order to improve management efficiency, Chu Guang was increasing the workload of NPCs as much as possible, reducing the frequency of giving missions in person, and focusing more on the allocation of human resources and the control of how everything was progressing.

There were 112 people in Flower Garden Street subway station, and 121 people in the tunnel at the exit of level B3. In total, 233 players were exploring the underworld.

There were a total of 255 people in Longevity Town, Elm District’s forest and the abandoned urban area in the north. Except for some players who were doing some special missions, the rest were basically near the outpost.

Through the program Little Seven helped create, Chu Guang glanced at the distribution of player types on the map.

The outpost was dominated by Lifestyle Profession players, accounting for 60% of everyone who was present. They were mainly in the new industrial area and the old industrial area to the south of the nursing home.

Frontline areas such as Longevity Town were dominated by Combat Profession players, accounting for 70%, 20% were ​​soldiers, 20% were hunters, and the last 30% were scavengers.

In addition, NPC configuration, resource status, and remaining storage in each region were also reflected in the spreadsheet tables.

It’s a pity that I can’t drag little people around the map. Otherwise, it will really become an RTS game.

"Master."

Hearing the little bin calling out to him, Chu Guang asked casually, "What’s wrong?"

Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, hummed quietly, "Little Seven feels like you’re getting lazy."

"What do you know?" Chu Guang chuckled, leaned back on the computer chair, and said leisurely, "This is called managing the big picture well while easing control over individual players, and reducing micro-manipulation."

Little Seven, who heard what he said, remained silent.

Its master’s words were getting more and more difficult to understand.

To avoid ambiguity, it had to go online to check what he meant before saying more.

...

In ruins of the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base surrounded by forests located in the east-north direction of the outpost, roughly with a straight line distance of about 16 kilometers.

In the messy hall, hundreds of Cruncher’s corpses lay scattered.

Kicking the creeper lying on the ground, Gale pulled out the javelin from its body, wiped off the black blood on it, and inserted it back into his bag. "Speaking of which, the newbies should be online now, right?"

Ample Time glanced at the time on the VM. "Mhm, it’s almost time. I wonder if there are any lucky people who got rare characters this time."

Night Ten grinned cheekily. "How do you know that they would be lucky? What if they are all unlucky people like Garbage?"

Old White said with a smile. "Hahaha, you really need to stop bullying Garbage. At least, he was buffed in two versions."

About half an hour ago, the Bull and Horse Squad arrived here by truck from the north gate of the wetland park.

According to the data analysis results provided by the head of the scientific expedition team, Yin Fang, No.3 Ecological Park under the No.3 Experimental Building was still working, and that was where the reactors and fuel rods they were looking for were.

As the strongest combat power in the entire server, the six-man, balanced and almighty Bull and Horse Squad was naturally more than enough to deal with a mere group of ragtag Mutant Slime Mold. They were basically free experience packs.

Even the mini boss that was the Creeper couldn’t stop the anti-armor javelin thrown by Old White and Gale at the same time.

Actually, they were basically launching cannonballs with their hands.

With a steel spearhead, two hits on the upper body could make the Creeper lose half of its combat effectiveness.

If they hit the head, the creeper would be killed on the spot!

It was much better than bullets!

At present, among the Slime Mold mutants, only a Tyrant could pose a substantial threat to them.

It was said that the hardened skin of that creature was quite tough, and it could even resist the sweeping fire of an ordinary rifle. It was estimated that it would be a little difficult for them to break its defense.

However, they were in the outer suburb far away from the urban area. The activity density of the Mutant Slime Mold was very low, and it was basically impossible to encounter Tyrants.

Ample Time, who was carrying a mechanical compound bow, walked to the front desk. After rummaging in the drawer for a while, he found a book with a floor plan printed on it.

"The entrance to the ecological park on the first basement floor should be in the middle of the corridor on our right. There is an elevator that is still working... It’s the same as the information provided by Dr. Yin."

"Looks like the data we found in the security room came in handy," Old White said with a grin, hanging a crowbar on the exoskeleton and removing the Sickle assault rifle from his back, "Let’s go. Let’s go take a look."

From the map, the ecological park was located on the basement level of the laboratory, with only one elevator and one fire escape to enter. It covered an area of ​​nearly 6000 square meters, about the size of a football field.

Even after 200 years, the UV lights on the ceiling were still on.

However, due to no one to take care of it, the ecological environment here was obviously out of control. The vast majority of plants were broad-leaved plants, giving the entire area a tropical island vibe.

The group did not choose to use the elevator, but took a more reliable fire escape and entered through two gates.

Hot and humid air blew against them the moment the entrance was open.

Looking at the palm leaves swaying in front of his nose and the astonishing sight ahead, Night Ten couldn’t help but whisper, "Is the environment here imitating some kind of tropical island? I’m actually feeling a little hot."

"The temperature here is almost 30 degrees after all..." Old White, who was wearing heavy armor, took the initiative to walk in front and glanced around, "Surprisingly, there are actually no survivors here."

At this moment, Night Ten suddenly frowned slightly and looked behind him. "Wait, why do I feel... Why is something approaching us?"

Old White was slightly taken aback. "Seriously?"

Although they were surprised, Night Ten had the highest perception stats in the entire server after all. So after hearing his warning, the three of them immediately became alert.

Gale asked cautiously, "Are they coming from the back or the front?"

Night Ten frowned, trying to focus. "It should be from behind, but I’m not sure if they followed us in or if they found this place on their own."

"Whether they followed us in or not, seeing the situation in the hall, they must have realized that we are here."

Ample Time removed the mechanical compound bow from his back and gave his teammates a look. "Get ready to fight."

...

At the same time, in the hall where Bull and Horse Squad stayed before.

About twenty wastelanders arrived.

Their equipment was very simple, the clothes made of animal skin barely covered their bodies, and there were some strange ornaments hanging on their clothes.

Some of them held iron-barreled rifles or homemade automatic weapons in their hands, and some carried shotguns on their shoulders; some didn’t even have a gun at all, with just a wire-bound baseball bat and a blunt machete.

"There are shell casings on the ground." The man with tattoos on his face crouched down and picked up a shell from the ground. He squinted his eyes slightly to examine the shell, then got up, and glanced around.

"The blood is also new..."

"Someone was here not long ago!"

Judging from the respectful attitude of others, he was the leader among the group of wastelanders.

The curly-haired man standing next to him whispered. "Looks like someone else is also after this place."

The vulture-like eyes stared at the corridor in front of him, the man with the tattoo on his face did not talk nonsense, and ordered immediately, "They should still be here. Find them!"

"Yes!" The curly-haired man respectfully took the order, and led his brothers towards the corridor.

...

In the ecological park.

The elevator descended slowly and stopped on the ground.

Looking at the five men in marauder attire coming out of the elevator with alert expressions, and judging from the way they held their weapons, they were ready to fight.

Although Night Ten couldn’t understand what they were shouting, he, who was lying behind the lush vegetation, had already set up his sniper rifle, made a silent gesture towards Old White, and mouthed.

Looks like marauders… Are we fighting them or not?

Old White was silent for a while as he weighed the consequences in his mind.

However, Ample Time next to him had already made a judgment. He pulled out an explosive arrow from behind, put it on the bowstring of the mechanical compound bow, and lowered his voice as much as possible. "There are only two possibilities. If they are not for the reactor, then they are here for us."

Gale, who was not far away from him, seemed to agree, and he had already grasped a throwing knife in his right hand, ready to strike at any time.

Old White finally made up his mind, looked at Night Ten beside him, and lightly pointed to the high-threat target holding an automatic rifle with his left hand.

We will leave that one to you.

Got it.

Night Ten, who was lying on the ground, understood what he meant. His eyes were on the scope, and his index finger was on the trigger, he took a deep breath, and was about to fire.

However, at this moment, an accident happened suddenly!

The loud chatter of the marauders seemed to have disturbed the creature in the jungle. The Bull and Horse Squad heard the sound of something running fast, heading straight towards the elevator from the side of the dense forest.

"What’s that noise?!"

"Who is there?!"

The five marauders standing next to the elevator immediately aimed their weapons in the direction of the noise, but they didn’t expect that what they were facing was not human!

The five pairs of eyes were all instantly filled with fear.

Before they could pull the trigger, the black shadow about four meters long rushed out of the jungle and came close to them within a few breaths.

The blade-like claws pierced through the chest of the unlucky guy holding the shotgun, and before he could scream, he was torn in half.

"Ahhh!"

"Fuck! Fire! Fire!"

Fear instantly spread out like a pledge.

The marauder with an automatic rifle, ignoring his bitten companion, shot frantically at the monster’s back, his index finger almost snapping the trigger.

"Roar…!"

The monster let out an angry roar after being hit on the back by the entire magazine of bullets. Its sharp claws swung out swiftly again, splitting the man directly into two from the middle like cutting tofu.

The flames from gun muzzles flickered as gunfire rang through the ecological park.

Looking at the four-meter-high giant, its thick tail and shocking claws, and the prey torn to pieces by it, the expressions of the four members of Bull and Horse Squad changed drastically.

Deathclaw!

In the official website database, it was one of the most ferocious beasts in the wasteland!

It was then that Ample Time finally figured out why there were no survivors...

Night Ten swallowed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His perception completely failed to detect the monster!

"... So what do we do now?" He looked at Old White nervously, his palms sweaty.

Old White gritted his teeth and made a decision. "Let’s retreat and think of another plan."

While the Deathclaw didn’t find them and feasted on its prey on the ground, they could slip away through the safe passage not far behind.

However, at this moment, the gate of the safe passage suddenly opened, and a series of dense footsteps came from behind them.

The Deathclaw’s ears moved slightly, and when it heard the movement, it raised its head from the corpse on the ground, its amber pupils contracted slightly, and a cruel hiss leaked from between its sharp teeth.

It was excited there were actually more prey!

The expressions of Old White and Ample Time changed instantly, their positions were quite awkward, and they were caught between this beast and the marauders...

Gale couldn’t help but curse, "Shit!"

They felt that they had been targeted by the evil developer!

Old White made a quick decision and shouted loudly, "Run!"

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