This Game Is Too Realistic

Longevity Town.

The snow stopped falling but it already formed such a thick blanket that it was enough to sink a calf into it.

Two guards with Arbiter rifles on their backs pushed the muzzle against four ragged prisoners of war, urging them to build a mound in the clearing on the north side of the wall.

They sealed the mound with twigs, dead leaves, licorice plants, and the like, leaving only a small hole at the top and bottom before lighting a flame.

The fire started to burn upward, and after a while, thick smoke rose.

"Why did we set up a fire at the north gate?" The slightly younger guard looked at his superior next to him, his face full of doubts.

Wrench answered meticulously, "It’s the administrator’s order, we just need to follow whatever he says."

To be honest, Wrench was actually deeply confused.

Isn’t the administration afraid of attracting nearby marauders by making such a big smoke?

There was a war going on in the north, and the winter was unusually difficult to get through. Even herds of deer knew to migrate south, not to mention people.

It was almost November.

The moment it arrived, things would only get tougher.

Since it was the administrator’s order, he didn’t dare to ask any more questions, he just did it according to whatever he was told.

[Sever announcement: Due to the need to adjust the value of new equipment, the Sickle series will be released in the NPC Weapon Shop in three days. Players who are temporarily unable to get your prizes, please be patient.]

It was not a bug this time, and the game company gave a definite problem fixing time, so the players were not too anxious, only a few players who had drawn Sickle clamored for compensation on the forum.

However, there were not many people who paid attention to them.

After all, the probability of winning the lottery had already determined that most people were losers, and only a few were winners.

Winners still want compensation?

Compensation my ass!

...

The next day, early in the morning.

A big crowd of players gathered in the square of the outpost after a long absence.

As usual, after coming up from underground, many players would stay for a while to see if they could form a team or find a high-level player to lead them.

It was extremely lively!

Elf Wang, with a hunting bow on his back, walked up to the crowd and loudly shouted, "Does anyone want to take the 7:00 bus to Longevity Town? This agility type player is looking for a team for the hunting mission in Elm District! Anyone who is interested, please contact me!" ṚÃꞐŐ฿Ěs̈

Irene frowned when he heard what Elf Wang was yelling, "Eh? Old Wang, didn’t you go to raid a dungeon with Mole?"

"I’m not going today. The Greenhouse Ruins are too difficult. There are too damn many moths, almost thousands of them. I just want to be a laid-back hunter. Elaina, wanna team up with me?"

Irene was instantly enraged. "I don’t know anyone by that name, you go find your Elaina to team up with you."

Elf Wang grabbed his arm with a grin. "Elaina, don’t go! Let’s go together!"

"Fuck you! I don’t know you!"

The two continued to bicker as they walked towards the north gate.

The players who heard the conversation between the two whispered on the side.

"I heard that Elm District seems to have spawned a group of mutant snow wolves recently?"

"More than just snow wolves! Near that nuclear bomb crater, I even saw Crackleclaw Crabs!"

"What the hell?! Then I have to stay away."

"How much is the Snow Wolf skin worth?"

"It’s worth 1 silver coin more than the hyena skin if you sell it to the NPC shop. But don’t worry, Teng Teng’s Hut is buying it in large quantities. She offers 4 silver coins for each skin, and if the coat color is as white as snow, she will pay double. So brothers, let’s go!"

"Me, me, me, take me with you!”

A hyena skin was only worth 1 silver coin, but a Snow Wolf skin could actually be sold at 4 silver coins, which was even more expensive than deerskin!

Hearing that the rich woman Teng Teng was in need of wolf skin, the sensible players quickly changed into a hunting outfit at the speed of light and carried a hunting bow and hunting gun on their backs.

Tail glanced at Sisi. "Sisi! You know what I’m thinking, right?"

Sisi sighed. "It’s Snow Wolf today, right? Fine, but you need to wait for me. I need to go back and change my gear…"

"Snow Wolf? That weak creature is not worthy of my time!" With a tsk, Tail took off the Armour Fist Bazooka behind her and carried it on her shoulder, showing it off. "Hehe, look what I got yesterday?"

Sisi’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait… don’t tell me you want to go after Crackleclaw Crab."

Tail gave a thumbs up with sparkling eyes. "Bingo!"

"???"

The group heading to Elm District was getting bigger and bigger, and even the big white bear also came over and raised its big right paw.

Yaya also decided to follow the big army and join in the fun.

Well, she wasn’t there to hunt. It was only because she picked nearly all the mushrooms around the wetland park.

In the game, mushrooms didn’t seem to respawn every day, so she could only try her luck in the new map.

In addition to those who were going after hunting and gathering missions, there were also some players who went after exploration missions. There were many types of missions in Wasteland Online, from delivery couriers to moving bricks, from picking up trash to running errands, and even if players didn’t participate in any battles, they could still get silver coins and contribution points as rewards.

"Explore the edge of Heavenly Water City... Find new survivor strongholds." Looking at the mission window on the VM, Spring Water Commander, who was wearing an exoskeleton, rubbed his index finger against his chin, his eyes full of interest. "This mission sounds interesting."

Although he was an intelligence type player, with an exoskeleton, it shouldn’t be a problem for him to complete the mission.

I’ll just find a player of the perception type as a scout later. It doesn’t matter if it is a newbie. Anyway, even if I can’t win, I will definitely be able to run away.

Thinking about it that way, Spring Water Commander immediately walked towards the Weapon Shop, intending to buy a handy weapon with the 200 silver coins that he had saved with great difficulty.

Well, he would prefer to buy an automatic rifle. After all, the water pipe-like gun with a capacity of six rounds was not worthy of his awesome exoskeleton.

What Spring Water Commander didn’t expect was that when he walked to the door of the Weapon Shop, there was already a group of players crowding around.

There were no fewer people here than on the other side of the square. After a closer look, he realized that it was an auction… What was on auction was even more shocking. It was actually the administrator’s battle suit!

"... What’s being auctioned now is the KV-1 modified exoskeleton armor used by the administrator. Although there are some scratches on the surface, it does not affect its performance. Instead, it shows you exactly how reliable it is. The administrator said that he doesn’t need it anymore, but this battle suit is far from retirement. I hope it can use its residual energy for a great cause and help other people in need, so let me find a new good owner for it."

"Starting price, 200 silver coins!" Xia Yan simply read from the script that was prepared.

After she finished reading, she also picked up the small mallet beside and slammed it on the table like a real auctioneer.

Xia Yan had just learned Pinyin recently, so Chu Guang simply asked her to host the auction. The reason he gave her was that he wanted her to practice speaking.

Although her speech was intermittent and a little less imposing, the players didn’t care.

Who cared if Xia Yan was holding a small mallet or a small leather whip?

They only cared about the awesome armor the administrator used to wear!

As soon as the mallet fell, someone immediately raised their hand and directly increased the price by 100 silver coins, directly skipping the chase of small increments, and driving the auction to the most heated phase.

Sideline Slacking yelled, "400!"

Escaping Mole quickly countered. "410!"

Mosquito couldn’t help but join in the fun. "I’ll add 50!"

Escaping Mole frowned at the sudden hike in price and he couldn’t help but start shooting dirty gazes over. "Damn you! When have you ever used the equipment you bought?!"

Sideline Slacking snarled at the side, "Yeah! All you know is how to hoard stuff! What’s the point of that!"

Makka Pakka screamed from the side, "Arghhh! Fuck this! Let’s carry this troublemaker out!"

"Nonsense! What do you mean by hoarding? I also need to start leveling up soon, okay! And you, Maka Baka, why are you here as well? Can you even afford this equipment!?" Mosquito reacted quickly and started scolding everyone at once.

Makka Pakka’s eyes widened in shock. "You’re the baka[1]!"

Spring Water was completely shocked.

Why are these guys so rich?

Where did they get 300 silver coins!?

The auction site was very noisy.

Since players who had no money couldn’t afford it anyway, they all crowded around, either joining the fun happily or creating trouble for those rich players.

Xia Yan yawned and only felt that they were very noisy.

What’s so good about this armor? It’s almost one month of my basic salary.

Isn’t it just a KV-1 welded with a few pieces of steel?

Although she couldn’t afford it, she saw with her own eyes the night before how Chu Guang personally carved those ‘scars’ on the armor with a dagger. While he was doing it, he was giggling to himself about how his players would love the modification as each scratch on the steel plates represented a battle achievement…

Only fools believe his nonsense.

After hitting the mallet for the second time, when Xia Yan decided that it was time to call it a day, a hand suddenly shot into the air.

"500!"

Holy shit!

The surrounding players were startled, their eyes widened in shock.

500 silver coins!

Who is this whale?!

Everyone looked over, and sure enough, the man who raised his hand was Ample Time from the Bull and Horse Squad.

Originally, Escaping Mole wanted to increase the bid by 1 silver coin to annoy Mosquito. Since someone was one step ahead of him, he lowered his hand. However, after finding out that the person was Ample Time, he couldn’t help feeling angry and complaining again. "Damn you! Didn’t you say you wouldn’t fight me over it?"

Sideline Slacking snapped, "You are a fucking archer, what do you want this heavy armor for?!"

Makka Pakka continued to chant at the side, "Take him out! Take him out!"

Ample Time smiled with embarrassment and looked at Escaping Mole.

"I’m sorry, brother, I am not buying this heavy armor for myself. It’s for our tank. Next time, if there is something good... I… I will definitely not fight with you over it!"

"Like hell I would believe you!" Escaping Mole growled as he steamed in anger.

Makka Pakka gloated loudly, trying to stir up trouble, "Hahahaha! Ample Time is awesome! That Mole sucks! Hahaha!"

"%!#@!"

Old White cupped his hand and said politely, "I’m sorry! We will definitely return this favor in the future!"

Escaping Mole sighed and shook his head. "Forget it! Next time, raise your hand earlier so that I won’t waste my energy."

Seeing that it was Ample Time who wanted to buy the armor, Mosquito also stopped bidding.

He could still bid for it, but it wasn’t necessary.

After all, they were all from the same team. What was the point of fighting with each other over it?

Not to mention that he was definitely not as rich as them...

Looking at Old White who had put on the old armor that used to belong to the administrator, Spring Water Commander who was standing beside him suddenly felt that his orange-yellow exoskeleton was not that cool anymore.

How could the mass sale model that could be bought in the weapons store be as awesome as a treasure worn by the administrator that had went through a war?

Those scratches were like medals of honor...

Spring Water Commander lost himself in thoughts, unable to recover even after the crowd had dispersed.

Just then, someone next to him pulled his arm. "Yo? Did you get disconnected or what?"

Looking back, it was Mosquito.

Spring Water Commander was immediately alert and drew his arm back. "What do you want?"

Mosquito grinned happily, "No... It’s nothing too important, I just want to ask, are you interested in installing the same armor plates that the administrator used? I can help you modify it!"

Spring Water Commander gulped. "How much?"

"It’s not expensive. I will just charge you the material cost price, 200 silver coins!"

How is this not expensive!

But...

Gritting his teeth, Spring Water Commander eventually lifted his VM, ready to pay.

"200, right!? Are you sure it will be the same as the administrator’s armor?"

Mosquito patted his chest to guarantee it. "Of course! Would I lie to you? I can make that thing in minutes… Ahem, I mean, of course, it will take me a while to make it. But don’t worry, if you’re not satisfied, Goblin Technology will give you a full refund! "

"..."

Why do I always feel like I’ve found the wrong person to modify my exoskeleton?

But it shouldn’t be a big problem.

Anyway, Mosquito said that he would give me a full refund if it was not the same. So, maybe I will let him try it...

Before 8:00, the morning fog gradually dissipated.

Most of the players in the outpost also dispersed, and they all went out to do their own work.

With the Continental Vessel expansion wrapping up, everything seemed to be back on track.

The fishermen went to the lake with fishing rods on their backs, while the tree-cutting manic Midnight Pubg went to cut down trees happily with a group of ignorant newcomers.

Most of the hunter players went to the new hunting ground further north, while the scavengers went to 76th Street with woven bags.

The mutant human tribe has just been dealt with, so a large scavenging area was opened to the players. The high-rise residential buildings and shops along the street were simply a treasure trove in the eyes of scavengers!

In the years occupied by mutant humans, there should be few wastelanders who dared to go in and search. So it was estimated that they could pick up a lot of treasures.

As for the high-level players, they aimed at those more challenging goals.

After putting on the fake exoframe, Old White equipped himself with a long-handled axe with a spearhead, and bought a steel helmet from Steel Plant 81.

After he was fully armed, he looked more like a tin can than the Administrator.

As long as he cooperated with his teammates, paid attention to his position, and drew the attention of the enemy, it would be no problem for them to deal with a few Devil Moths!

After the group was ready, they marched towards the entrance of 76th Street with high morale, preparing to continue to fight to the end with Devil Moths on the basement floor of the Greenhouse Ruinss.

Escaping Mole originally also planned to go to the Greenhouse Ruinss. In the previous version, he just raised funds from his teammates and bought the exploration rights on the second floor from the Bull and Horse Squad.

It was just that, he suddenly received a mission issued by the Administrator himself.

[Mission: Clear the subway entrance 1.2 kilometers away from Brown Farm!]

According to the mission description, the entrance to Shelter No. 117 was hidden in the subway.

As long as players could find it and clear the mutants from the subway entrance to the shelter gate, the players would be rewarded with 1,200 silver coins, and the next stage of the story would be triggered in the game.

Of course, the mission was not easy.

It was expected that there would be at least four Creepers and more than two hundred Crunchers. It was recommended that at least 4 to 6 players of LV6 or above should form a team, and it was strongly recommended to bring a perception type player as a reconnaissance.

A reward of 1,200 silver coins!

Escaping Mole’s eyes were filled with the shape of silver coins when he heard the number.

Without any hesitation, he immediately grabbed the Black Swan G9 assault rifle he had just drawn, pulled Mosquito who was about to work in the workshop, and went to discuss important matters.

Makka Pakka was originally going to join in the fun, but at this moment, he also suddenly received a mission from the administrator.

When he came to the first floor of the nursing home, he saw the administrator waiting for him.

Although he always had an expression of a troll on his face, when faced with an NPC with a favorability setting, Makka Pakka immediately looked as reliable as he could and said respectfully, "Administrator, are you looking for me?"

Chu Guang nodded and picked up a bag of corn seeds from the side.

The seeds were the improved early-maturing seeds he bought from the Pioneer. Although the yield was not very amazing, it had a short growth cycle and less stringent climate requirements. If fertilizer was applied properly, it would ripen in just 70 to 90 days.

This bag of seeds weighed about 5 kilograms. It should be no problem to sow 2 square kilometers of land. It could produce at least 600 kilograms of corn, or even 900 kilograms of corn if everything went well.

"The first floor of the Greenhouse Ruins has been cleared, and the cultivation tank there can be used. I happen to have some seeds here, and I need you to plant them for me.

"This mission is related to the food security of the shelter and to our future development. It is very important, I hope you will take it seriously.

"If the germination rate is good, I will arrange a more important mission for you. You can treat this as a test."

There was a follow-up mission, Makka Pakka’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded immediately without any hesitation.

"Don’t worry, just leave it to me! These seeds will be more important than my life!”

Chu Guang smiled inwardly while maintaining his solemn expression. "Mhm, then I’ll leave it to you!"

[Mission: Sow Corn and Tend to the Crops]

Seeing the updated mission on his VM, Makka Pakka straightened up with excitement. "I’ll definitely not let you down!"

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