This Game Is Too Realistic

"Hum...mhm mhm hum..."

At the entrance to Highway Town.

Holding a rifle, and leaning against the rusted road sign, Tail leisurely hummed a tune that Sisi had never heard before.

Strangely, it was quite a pleasant tune.

"Tail, what tune are you humming?"

Seeing Sisi looking over, the corners of Tail’s mouth curled upwards, and she said proudly. "The song I heard on the radio!"

"Radio?" Sisi fell into a daze for a moment.

What kind of ancient setting is this?

Tail said with ardent eyes. "There is a radio in the reception room on the first floor of the nursing home. In the evening, it will play some strange things, and in the afternoon, it will play several repeated singles on a loop, which is suspected to be the original soundtrack built into this game! I’ve been observing it for a whole day! Oh, you actually didn’t find this easter egg?"

Sisi helplessly looked at the slowly moving clouds in the sky, and said with a sigh, "By the way, is it really okay for us to loaf around like this every time?"

Tail gave Sisi a dissatisfied look. "What do you mean that we are loafing around?! Didn’t I work hard?"

Sisi reminded, "I heard that loafing around while standing guard is a death flag."

Tail didn’t care. "Don’t be afraid, I’m an agility type player. As long as I’m fast enough, death will always be one step behind me!"

"..."

The team they were in at the moment was on an inter-provincial highway leading to the east.

The terrain of the road was high, with gentle downward slopes on both sides. As it was an inter-provincial highway, buildings were rarely seen nearby, and outside the guardrail were swathes of pine and cypress, as well as leaf litters and shrubs dotted in the forest.

The name of this survivor’s stronghold was Highway Town, which, as the name suggested, was a town built on a highway. The only landmark building here was probably the road sign with a height of about three stories behind Tail, which was how the survivor settlement was named.

Survivors there had built a long and narrow settlement along the road using materials removed from scrap cars and wood obtained by cutting down trees.

One advantage of doing so was that in rainy weather, they didn’t have to worry about soaking their houses. When there were wolves and hyenas wandering over, they didn’t dare to rashly attack people living on the slopes from both sides.

The architecture here was pretty wild, just like the temperament of the people who lived here.

They didn’t usually grow crops and mainly raised goats as tall as horses. The only difference between them and the nomads was probably that they would not move their camp easily. They would occasionally plant some cash crops such as the Camu Tree, and sell the rubber and Camu fruit that could be extracted to the passing traders.

To be honest, Sisi admired the developers of Wasteland Online for making each survivor settlement very different. And this difference was not only reflected in the modeling and texture of the game, but also deep in the core logic of what they were experiencing.

These survivors had their own unique culture and customs, and had different moral codes and worldviews and beliefs than others.

Level of detail like that was not even reflected at the collective level, but was accurate to each individual in the collective.

While they were standing guard, a child in a fur coat was standing under a small tree, seemingly saying goodbye to something. Men and women who had already packed up their stuff stood at the doors of their houses, looking lost at the newly repaired new home.

Not far away, an old man over fifty was arguing fiercely with the scar-faced man because he wanted to take away the Camu Trees wrapped in hemp rope and plastic.

All of the people they were interacting with seemed to be alive...

Not only did they have a life that only belonged to themselves, but the trajectory of their lives was affected by countless variables, and as a result, a tree diagram with countless possibilities was evolved, rather than a one-way line that could be seen at a glance.

It was much better than the open world games she’d played in the past.

In fact, it might be even more powerful than reality!

She even wanted to set off immediately and went on a trip.

But then again… Wouldn’t she be considered a deserter?

Sisi unconsciously glanced to the side and found that no one paid attention to them.

Maybe the other team members didn’t expect much from them from the beginning. Darkest and another player of the perception type took the initiative and went out to scout.

Battlefield Cheerleader, who was carrying his rifle, couldn’t help wandering around in the distance, trying to find someone to fight, but the weather was so cold that he couldn’t even find a mutant hyena.

Captain Spring Water Commander, who was currently wearing the only orange exoskeleton in the entire server, always stood in the most stable position to take command, and super-prudently arranged specific missions for each team member. His plans included using Battlefield Cheerleader and Darkest as bait outside.

In general, this team was still relatively reliable, at least more reliable than Sideline Slacking’s feeder team and Midnight Pubg’s madman team.

Sisi often thought about the purpose of her and Tail staying with them.

Glancing at the time on the VM screen, Tail stretched and yawned, "Sisi, it seems that there won’t be a fight today, and we can only wait for tomorrow to show off our skills."

"Tail, please quickly recall the fact that you are actually a girl…"

There was a sudden explosion in the distance, interrupting Sisi’s complaint.

The two of them looked in unison in the direction of the explosion and grabbed the weapons in their hands.

"The enemy is coming?!" Tail was full of energy, and her eyes were sparkling.

Sisi glanced at the map and pondered for a moment. "No... I feel that the explosion is quite far away. Most likely, it came from other teams."

At this time, the scolding of Battlefield Commander came from a distance, which confirmed her conjecture. "God damn it! Why didn’t we trigger the plot! This game is terrible!"

Unlike the regrets of the players, the survivors of Highway Town were obviously frightened by the explosion, and they stopped what they were doing and looked towards the northeast with a look of worry.

"What happened?"

"That sound..."

"Did something explode?"

"It might be the marauders from the Bonechewer Clan!"

"Those goddamn marauders! If I catch them, I’ll twist their heads off!"

There was a big commotion among survivors.

Ye Xiao, who was standing in the Camu Tree Garden, frowned, and the burnt scars on his face were pressed together. He subconsciously put his hand on his waist, but quickly pulled it back.

The sound was at least 4 kilometers away from where he was, with a large area of ​​ruins and wasteland in between. It would take some time for those marauders to arrive.

The old man, who was still arguing with him a second ago, also looked in the northeast direction with sharp eyes and muttered to himself. "It’s the direction of the Battery Factory."

His name was Hooke, and he was 56 years old. When he was young, he was a skilled hunter until he was shot in the knee and became the Old Hooke of Camu Tree.

Although he was not an ability user, to live to his age, his rich experience was not inferior to those ability users who had inborn strength.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

With a serious expression, Ye Xiao looked at him and asked, "The blacksmiths?"

Hooke closed his eyes and nodded slightly. "It should be... If you listen carefully, there are still gunshots, and there are quite a few of them."

Ye Xiao held his breath, listened carefully for a while, and then frowned. "There are at least 40 people."

"At least double it." Glancing at the two fields of trees, the old man sighed as if he had finally given up, and shook his head regretfully. "Go to your father."

"Let’s move faster!"

...

Outside the west gate of the outpost, not far from the guard’s shooting range, there was a red brick house with only one iron window facing the outpost.

This was the prison of the outpost, which was holding several prisoners who had just been sent from Longevity Town.

In addition, there was a special prisoner locked there.

In the wooden shed, the four-meter-long Deathclaw curled up in the corner.

It was wrapped around a rope made of iron chains and devil’s silk, and its amber pupils reflected a dangerous light, scanning the few people at the door.

After being glanced at by the beast, Xia Yan unconsciously took a step back and nervously held the Sickle assault rifle in her hand.

A Deathclaw was much more dangerous than a Creeper!

"You… Why did you bring this so close to our shelter?"

Chu Guang, who was standing beside her, said without thinking. "Obviously, for research."

He was wearing an exoframe with the Carbon Nano Body Armor he got at the start, and a Nitrogen-Powered Hammer hung on his back, so he was armed to the teeth.

Not to mention a mere Deathclaw. If a Queen Crackleclaw Crab stood in front of him, he was confident that he would be able to leave alive.

"By the way, you don’t actually need to come along."

"What are you talking about? It’s so dangerous… How can I let you come alone?”

Chu Guang glanced at the tense Xia Yan with interest, and couldn’t help but think when she became so brave.

Is it because of that leg?

Looks like the money was well spent.

"Unbelievable… It’s incredible!" Muttering to herself, Hyrja walked forward with a zealous expression on her face, frightening Chu Guang so much that he quickly pulled her back.

"Are you crazy?"

My freaking ultra rare character!

No, it should be the players’ ultra rare character…

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