This Game Is Too Realistic

[Stronghold Level: Village (Lv1)]

[Prosperity: ]

[Industrial Index: ]

[Business Index: ]

[Requirements: Building materials (donations can grant regional prestige)]

[Properties: Exploration (Revenue from scavenging mission +10%), Construction (Revenue from infrastructure mission +10%)]

Looking at a series of messages popping up on the VM, the players standing in the open space exchanged surprised looks and started discussing.

"Damn! The expansion is really over!"

"What the hell. Why are both the industrial index and the business index at 0?"

"After all, the illegal workshops and illegal brick kilns are both registered at the outpost, so it’s not strange that the industrial index being 0. NPCs are all gone, so the business index is also 0... I’m just guessing."

"Longevity Town? How is this a town? Why can’t I see it?"

"Yeah, what the hell?! The developers are clearly trying to fool us!"

While those players were whining, more than 200 nurturing cabins on level B2 of the shelter ten kilometers away opened simultaneously, and soon after that, the doors were slammed open one after another.

Not just the players who died in the previous battle, there were also newcomers who have just logged into the game. All of them logged into the game at the same time!

As always, the newcomers would be locked in the room for a while to let them calm down a little. Only after they finally calmed down, and the radio in the room finished explaining the tutorial and user notes, would the alloy door be opened.

As for the old players who had just been resurrected, Chu Guang also locked them in for a while before releasing them.

After all, after holding it in for so long, it was inevitable that they would do stupid things when they were too excited. Since the game didn’t allow alternate accounts, it was better to lock them in if they wanted to do something stupid.

It was also for their good.

However...

Chu Guang still underestimated the power of withdrawal.

As soon as the alloy door of the single room opened, Makka Pakka rushed into the hall on level B2 like a wild husky that had run loose.

He slid forward when he almost reached the elevator, hugging the door of the central elevator with both hands, jabbing the up button like he was having convulsions with his index finger while shouting excitedly, "Hahahaha! I’m back! The first place is mine!"

Soon, more pounding footsteps rushed from the corridor to the hall and swarmed towards the elevator following Makka Pakka.

"Damn! How can you run so fast! Are you a dog?"

"Everyone, calm down! We are civilized players and there are only a few elevators. Please form a queue behind me so we can go to the ground in an orderly manner!"

"Ahhhhh! Let me go up first! I want to see Xiaoyu count the money!"

"Humph, idiots! What’s so good about Xiaoyu! I want to see the handsome and dashing administrator!"

"I came first! Obviously, I came first!" Makka Pakka, who was squeezed out of the crowd, screamed, looking at the elevator that went up and felt like crying.

They had a bet on the official website forum before logging in; whoever was the first to get out of the shelter would be the winner, and everyone else had to pay the winner 1 silver coin.

Except for Garbage, who couldn’t get out of the shelter, more than 100 players who got stuck in the bug all participated.

That was a lot of people!

With 1 coin each, they would get a huge sum of money!

The front of the elevator was crowded with many old players.

Those newcomers who were still lingering in the back were fumbling left and right, sighing at how realistic the modeling was. After seeing the behaviors of these old players, many of them were stunned.

What are these people doing?

Is this game so wild?

Xia Yan, who was standing next to them with her arms crossed, glanced at the people who crowded the elevator door with disdain, and couldn’t help but complain to Little Seven next to her, "Are these guys suffering from brain damage? Why do I feel that they are not very smart."

Like Luca, she also gradually realized that the players’ existence was similar to clones, and they would not die.

She didn’t know much about cloning technology, she only knew that it was not uncommon in the wasteland, so she didn’t take it too seriously.

Who knows?

Maybe there was a kind of technology that could recreate a clone from a tube of brain... Anyway, she was not an expert in that.

Besides, thinking about how Chu Guang would ask his players to take back every corpse carefully and throw it into the furnace that she didn’t know what its use was, she felt that maybe it was possible.

Little Seven tilted its camera, looked at Xia Yan, and buzzed helplessly, "Master said that this is performance art. You can just ignore them. If someone does something strange, just leave it to Little Seven!"

Performance art?

What is that?

After failing to figure out what it was after thinking for a long time, Xia Yan decided not to think about those troublesome things.

In front of the new players, she lowered her arms, lightly flicked her fiery red hair, and glanced around them with sharp eyes.

"Are you the new recruits sent by the organization? Unfortunately, the administrator is not here today, so I’ll be the one who is going to discipline you all.”

"If you don’t want me to whip you, you’d better be obedient."

Those were the lines prepared for the Weapon Store Owner by Chu Guang.

The next part of the novice tutorial would be carried out by Little Seven, but clearly, no one was paying attention to the fucking bin after hearing that.

The new players who were still in shock stared at Xia Yan with a foolish expression on their faces.

Discipline?

Whip?

Wait, is this something you can play without spending money?

...

As both new and old players logged into the game, the number of players in the server was full again, reaching the upper limit of 500 players.

Almost at the same time, Chu Guang’s Administrator Menu finally received brand-new special missions after a long time.

This time, he received two at once!

[Mission: Explore Shelter 117]

[Type: Main Mission]

[Requirement: Use the mapping function of VM to complete the exploration of the entire area of ​​Shelter No. 117, not missing anything.]

[Reward: Unlocking Level B3]

[Mission: Find Shetler 117 Administrator’s Vm]

[Type: Side Mission]

[Reward: 200 reward points]

"The permissions for level B3 are actually related to Shelter 117?"

In the central square of the operation camp, Chu Guang, who had just assigned missions to the players, stroked his chin and looked at the two missions on the system interface with interest.

Both missions were not difficult. Xia Yan knew where Shelter 117 was, and even the magnetic card that opened the gate of the shelter was obtained by him in the past.

In the freezing weather where there would be heavy snow, he wasn’t worried that there would be mercenaries from Boulder Town coming to fight with him over the stuff in Shelter 117.

As long as the mutants from the subway entrance to the shelter entrance were cleared, his players could even scrape the ground clean, let alone explore a map!

As for the VM… That would probably require a bit of luck. After all, no one could say for sure if that guy would still be in the shelter.

"It just happened that there are Armour Fist Bazookas and ten light machine guns in the arsenal. It shouldn’t be a big problem to clear out Creepers with those weapons."

Anyway, the firepower would definitely be enough. I’ll just leave this mission to the players to worry about.

As for Chu Guang himself, he still had more important things to accomplish.

The east side of Longevity Town, a foam structure barracks housed the prisoners of the Army.

Twenty-six people huddled together in one room, all sleeping on the floor, wearing only a shirt, and they had to lean closer to the plumbing pipes to keep warm.

When Chu Guang arrived nearby with two players of strength type, the squad leaders in the barracks were whispering in a low voice.

"Those people from Enterprise are gone..."

"They didn’t take us with them."

"Are they going to leave us to the natives?"

Thinking of the hundreds of shelter residents who died in that battle, many people’s faces showed a frightened expression.

Only god knew what those savages would do to them.

Maybe they would throw them into the snow and watch them freeze to death, or let them kill each other and brutally execute the last survivor.

They were scared because they’d seen these things even if they hadn’t done it before.

In the Army, tactics similar to those were all too common, not only being used against the enemy, but also occasionally against their own people.

Vanus didn’t participate in their discussion. He just sat quietly against the wall, quietly waiting for his fate.

The answer was actually obvious.

The people at Enterprise refused to sell them to the local survivor stronghold and refused to mediate. Clearly, they didn’t intend to keep them alive.

Now it was just a question of how they would die.

The next second, the door of the barracks was opened, and the cold wind wrapped in snow suddenly blew in, causing several people at the door to shrink into a ball and shiver.

Of course, it was not just because of the cold.

Part of the reason was because of the man standing at the door.

He’s here!

Looking at Chu Guang’s face, Vanus felt that his heart was in his throat. He only hoped that these people would end his life quickly and not torture him for too long.

However, to his surprise, the shelter administrator standing at the door did not immediately order them all to be executed.

He looked at them and said, "From now on, you will need to reform yourselves through manual labor. If you want to live, you have to work."

Looking down at everyone in the cell with cold eyes, Chu Guang continued, "Who is your superior?"

All the eyes hesitantly looked at the man in the cell against the wall.

Knowing that there was no way to hide this thing, Vanus sighed in his heart and stood up from the ground.

"It’s me… Sir."

Hearing that this guy called him so respectfully, Chu Guang was amused.

He was just about to praise his tenacity, but he didn’t expect that the other side would give up resisting so easily.

However, Chu Guang’s face still maintained an expressionless majesty, staring sharply at the man. "The rest stay here, wait for your arrangements. As for you, come out with me."

Following Chu Guang out of the barracks, Vanus felt his legs as stiff as lead. He had a feeling that this part of the road led to the execution ground.

But even so, he still had to go.

The north wind continued to howl.

The wind and snow swept towards Vanus like a knife. Because he was only wearing a single shirt, his lips became purplish blue from the cold, and his muscles trembled uncontrollably.

The two players next to Chu Guang whispered to each other.

"Damn, our administrator is still a sadist."

"He has to torture someone before we hang them."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it’s too miserable, too miserable."

Chu Guang ignored the whispers of the two players about the mission plot. He took Vanus to the warehouse in Longevity Town, took a piece of clothes that players scavenged from the battlefield, and threw it into Vanus’s hands.

"Put it on."

Taking the fur coat that was riddled with bullet holes, Vanus, who thought he would be executed, was surprised, but he still put the coat on quickly.

Although the cold coat didn’t bring him any warmth, at least it kept his body temperature from dropping quickly.

"Your subordinates will stay here to produce cement, carry stones, and build our home, while you will be sent to a brick kiln ten kilometers away."

Vanus swallowed to moisten his parched throat. "Can I ask a question?"

Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Yes."

He tried to show a forced smile from his frozen face and proposed, "I have a family in the west. I can pay the ransom myself... How about 100,000 Dinar? No, 200,000! I can take out all my possessions!"

Chu Guang raised an eyebrow curiously, "Dinar?"

Vanus quickly explained, "That’s our currency, made of gold. 200,000 Dinar is enough to buy 100 strong slaves. They are not mass-produced cannon fodders. They are the kind of people who can work and understand your commands. They are almost the same as normal people."

Looking at the mocking smile on the face of the man in front of him, Vanus spoke faster, even a little flustered, completely losing the calmness he had before. "Of course, if you are not interested in laborers, you can also use the money to buy dozens of beautiful female slaves, all of whom have excellent genes and are professionally trained... I assure you that I will pay the ransom. I just ask you to let me live!"

It seemed that the Army used precious metals as currency and mainly traded slaves.

But it was quite understandable after thinking about it. After all, their human cloning technology was so developed that it made no sense to produce only one type.

Mass-produced clones would be sent to the battlefield to charge and serve as cannon fodder, while naturally grown clones and survivors would serve as laborers and be sent to factories or mines to work.

The strength of the Army couldn’t be underestimated.

Interrupting his plea for mercy, Chu Guang looked at him and said, "When the next spring starts, if there is a caravan heading west, you can send a letter to your family and ask them to pay your ransom.

"But not now.”

"You, like your subordinates, need to serve your time to pay for your lives through labor. This has nothing to do with the ransom in any way, do you understand what I mean?"

Although Vanus felt humiliated, at least his life was saved.

He moved his stiff neck and lowered his head. "Understood...

"I am willing to obey your arrangement."

It didn’t matter whether his statement was sincere or not, Chu Guang just needed to keep those troubles under his nose until the battle situation in the north became clear.

After all, it was not appropriate for these people to be released or executed. Chu Guang felt that he would be at a loss if he did not arrange some work for them.

He was not the good guys from the Pioneer. He was not willing to give out precious food to keep them alive for nothing.

Except for Vanus, who was sent to the brick factory, a total of twenty-five junior officers, each of whom was given a shovel and a piece of fur clothing that barely protected against the cold, were ordered to clear the snow on open spaces and paths in the camp under the supervision of four guards armed with rifles.

In the afternoon, they would be assigned to level the land outside the farm.

Chu Guang planned to build a cement factory on the south side of Longevity Town, and the cement produced would be used to build roads to connect the outpost to Longevity Town.

When the road was built, the travel time from the outpost to Longevity Town would be reduced by at least half.

When the time came, Chu Guang also planned to build the road to the town under his jurisdiction in the north, so that his players would be able to go there to explore the wasteland, and establish a new operation camp in Heavenly Water City further away.

It was said that the survivors there would be slightly weaker and more scattered, not as strong as in Boulder Town.

Since he couldn’t expand to the south, it was better to expand to the north.

Chu Guang intended to occupy all the land along the viaduct in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City to absorb the refugees who had escaped from the northern part of the River Valley Province.

Anyway, that his current plan.

Meanwhile, those players who were finally resurrected received compensation for missing the expansion.

The player who received the most compensation got 300 silver coins, and the least got 150 silver coins. Apart from that, there were also 100 event points, as well as a lottery chance for everyone.

The final draw was the highlight of the entire expansion.

According to the rules published on the official website…

100 event points could be exchanged for a premium gift box, which guaranteed an Army’s Iron Barrel Rifle that was worth 100 silver coins. In the reward pool, there were even more expensive, expansion pack-limited assault rifles of the same type as the ones that soldiers of the Pioneer equipped.

10 event points could be exchanged for an intermediate gift box, which guaranteed equipment such as weapon accessories, armor, or bandages. The reward pool also had expansion pack-limited red dot sights, which was worth 233 silver coins.

Although 1 event point couldn’t be used to draw anything, it could be exchanged for 1 silver coin, but no one wanted to trade.

Don’t be ridiculous. What comes out of the gift box is a limited reward?!

Wouldn’t this red dot sight be tantamount to an aim assist?

Only fools would use event points to exchange for money!

Since not all players had VM, the lottery for this expansion was arranged on the official website.

6:00 in the evening in the Wasteland, and 6:00 in the morning in reality.

The announcement of the gift box exchange was posted on the official website on time.

When the players and cloud gamers squatting on the forum saw the dazzling reward pool, the entire server instantly exploded with excitement!

Blip’s Thoughts

In case you forget, cloud gamers mean those players who haven’t obtained testing qualifications. Those people are simply imagining that they are playing the game. Hence cloud gamers.