This Game Is Too Realistic

Gracie Clinic.

On the long white table, there is an open silver suitcase.

There was a jar half as long as an arm lying in the suitcase, and a completely transparent kidney was soaked in the dark green solution.

It is made of unknown flexible materials, and its exquisite structure makes people wonder how advanced the invention is to complete this meticulous miracle.

This "miracle" that combines thousands of research results is just a piece of dust that has fallen from that great era.

With an expression of obsession on her face, Gracie stretched out her index finger like a dead branch and slid it over the jar, murmuring in a low voice.

"BIO-166..."

"what?"

"The number of this thing..."

Gracie sighed softly with a look of ecstasy on her face, "The bionic prosthesis from Ideal City is the crystallization of mechanical engineering and biology. It is the most ideal substitute for biological organs, as perfect as a work of art... …Even if it’s just a fake.”

All the miracles in the ideal city are just a copy of the People's League era.

But even so, for the many survivors in Wasteland Chronicles, those imitation miracles are still an insurmountable gap.

While Gracie was intoxicated with the work of art in front of her, Fang Chang, standing next to the long white table, was lost in thought.

After staring at the balding middle-aged man for a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Aren't you going to ask about Edmund?"

He had heard that the "butcher" named Edmund was once Gracie's apprentice. He was spotted by Jeff, the boss of the Dagger Gang, for a surgery, and later worked for the Dagger Gang.

This guy introduced the business to him, and he turned around and sent Edmund to the prisoner-of-war camp of the Alliance in exchange for a reward of 100 silver coins and 200 contribution points.

Fang Chang didn't believe that this guy knew nothing about what happened to his apprentice.

However, after hearing the name "Edmund" from Fang Chang's mouth, Gracie curled her lips and said nonchalantly.

"Why are you asking that guy? Does he have anything to do with our transaction today?"

The expression on Fang Chang's face couldn't help but be a little weird.

But when he looked at the corners of Gracie's opened mouth, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"……you do this delibrately?"

The tension between the Alliance and the Predators is well known in Qingquan City.

It is no exaggeration to say that the alliance itself was born out of the war between Vault 404 and the Predators.

In this context, the probability that this deal can be completed is not one in ten.

If Edmund's clinic closed down to anyone, it was undoubtedly Gracie's clinic.

Without those cheap "ecological" parts, mercenaries who accidentally had their eggs broken could only choose more expensive bionic prosthetics.

Can't afford to replace it?

There is always someone who can afford it.

Even if he could pry away one-tenth of Edmund Clinic's clients and extract 500% of the profits from them, this guy would still be able to make a lot of money.

High value-added bionic prosthetics are the real atrocity!

Human cloning?

That's just a waste of money.

"I don't understand what you are talking about...but I believe in one thing, that is, if you always swim by the river, there is no way your shoes will get wet. If you do business with predators, you will either be killed by the predators, or you will be killed by the predators. Become a predator yourself.”

"So, I only do safe business with safe customers and in safe places."

Gracie smiled, reached out, closed the silver suitcase, and stuffed it into the drawer under the table.

Then, he took out a gold-plated storage box from somewhere and gently placed it in front of Fang Chang.

"This is 500,000 chips, click on it."

There are 50 black and white plastic pieces neatly stuffed in the storage box, with a crown pattern printed on the side.

The jet-black luster is as if it belongs to you, and not even a trace of fingerprints or dandruff can be seen.

Fang Chang took the storage box, counted it briefly, and suddenly spoke.

"I'm suddenly a little curious, how much can you make by changing hands?"

Gracie smiled lightly.

"This is a trade secret. Besides, why bother asking me? You've made a lot of money yourself... haven't you?"

Fang Chang smiled and did not refute.

Indeed.

500,000 chips, converted into 1 million silver coins, the cost is only 600,000 silver.

Even if he and several Tu brothers collected the 600,000 silver coins together, one person could still share a lot.

This is already far more wealth than ordinary players can obtain through tasks...

Weighing the weight in his hand, Fang Chang couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart.

If the silver coin trading platform is understood as a stock exchange, can my own savings be regarded as a shareholder of "Wasteland OL"?

Even if they are spiritual shareholders.

"If you still need bionic prosthetics, you can contact me."

Gracie said with a smile.

"I know how to do it, but I think I have lost it recently. In the past few days, a batch of bionic prosthetics from Ideal City suddenly appeared in the inner city. I asked about the price, which is about 100,000 chips... I Everyone is wondering if the mysterious seller is you."

"I'm only selling it to you for the time being."

NPCs can also trade with each other. Fang Chang didn't find it strange, but he was a little bit surprised who could have such a big deal.

Liszt?

Or that Dietwei who sells nutritional creams?

or……

Manager?

But managers are probably unlikely.

Fang thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't associate that man with high moral character with a philistine businessman.

This is not to say that the NPC has no business acumen, but the pure personality is a bit wrong. Besides, there are so many talents in the alliance, so there is no need for that "adult" to do this by himself.

"Really? It doesn't really matter."

Gracie chuckled, "I didn't sign an exclusive agreement with you. You are free to sell to whomever you want. Besides, my clients will eventually contact me for transplant surgery... Are you okay? I'll suggest you if you're okay. You go to the bank first, it’s not a good idea to carry so many chips, there are a lot of pickpockets in Boulder City.”

Fang Chang smiled faintly.

Pickpockets are okay.

As an agility player at the third stage of the Basic Sequence, pickpockets who can swipe things from him are probably not born yet.

Not that he was very confident.

If you really have this ability, there is no need to be a thief. You can just find a caravan or mercenary group to go in. What do you want?

Fang Chang put away the storage box and was about to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, stopped and spoke.

"...Right, let's make a deal."

"What deal." Gracie raised her eyebrows.

"Next time you have a business competitor, you don't have to beat around the bush, you can tell me directly... you know what kind of competitor I'm talking about."

The alliance prohibits players from "privately" invading survivor settlements above neutral, which does not include predator lairs.

Although the criteria for determining a "predator" are very flexible, as long as you submit "sufficient evidence" to the great manager's assistant, you will have a chance of obtaining permission to "legally suppress bandits" and unlock the option of "unrestricted war".

The types of evidence include but are not limited to videos, photos, recordings, etc. The judgment of evidence will always refer to the local conditions and the strength of the evidence.

If the conditions are insufficient, subsequent investigation tasks will usually be triggered to further verify the situation... Because there are too many issues involved, this is usually a rather complicated process.

It would be much easier if someone could help them identify the target.

Especially in the stronghold of "Edmund Clinic", the value of the loot is far beyond that of ordinary predator lairs. Being able to both uphold justice and make money is equivalent to winning twice.

Isn’t it perfect?

Staring at Fang Chang with interest, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Gracie's face.

"Have you finally discovered a business that makes you money quickly?"

"But I still have to give you a piece of advice. When you try to bring something out of the night, don't forget that the night is also staring at you."

Fang Chang had an indifferent expression on his face.

Joke.

He can't die.

"You just have to tell me if you're interested."

"Of course I'm interested. I hope you can help me get rid of all my competitors who have gone astray."

Gracie stretched out her right hand and said with a smile.

"Wish us happy cooperation."

…

"What happened next?"

"Later, my friends took those homeless people to the Alliance, and the homeless home there accepted them..."

The Bistro in Boulder City.

Fang Chang sprinkled the roasted lizard tail skewers with cumin brought by his boss Bai Shunyu while chatting with Dolly about what happened a few days ago.

Perhaps because he has been eating these things recently, he found that he was surprisingly able to tolerate this rough and dark cuisine.

Perhaps, when we get to Shuguang City, we can exchange experiences with Lao Na about tasting delicacies from other worlds.

Dolly, who sat across from the wooden table, listened carefully.

There was an expression of interest on her face, her legs were dangling slightly under the table, and she was holding a brand-new pen in her right hand, writing in a palm-sized shorthand notebook.

Although he has only been on the job for a short time and has not even passed the trial period, this guy is becoming more and more like a reporter in both his demeanor and actions.

"Will there be any discomfort if I go there?"

"Well, don't tell me," Fang Chang thought for a while and said, "There are also poor people in the alliance, but we will give them a bite of food so that they will not starve to death. We will teach them the skills to make a living and give them a A chance to choose how to live.”

"As for whether or not to integrate into our society, and how to integrate into our society, they can make their own decisions. If they feel uncomfortable, they can leave, and they can come at any time when they want to."

His mouth was dry as he spoke, so he took a long sip of cold beer.

Looking at Dolly taking notes hurriedly, he couldn't help but joke.

"It seems that you have adapted to my life."

The corners of her thin lips curled up slightly, Dolly dropped the pen in her hand, leaned on the chair, stretched out comfortably, and said happily.

"It's not bad. Although it was a bit tiring at first, once I got familiar with it, I found that it was actually quite interesting."

"The working hours are flexible every day. You don't have to stay up late, and you can also listen to a lot of interesting gossip... Of course, the most important thing is that the pay is good."

Seeing that cheerful expression, Fang Chang was also sincerely happy for her.

Turning over the notes in her hand, Dolly, who was leaning back on the chair, suddenly sat upright and looked at Fang Chang sitting opposite in wonderment.

"Actually... I still have some questions about what you just said."

"Which one?"

"I seem to have heard about the Edmund Clinic somewhere. It is said that some mercenaries and bounty hunters who cannot afford bionic prosthetics or want to save money will go there for surgery."

"It's similar to what I learned." Fang Chang nodded.

"Hmm... what about the mercenaries who need to replace their prosthetics?" Dolly tilted her head, "There will always be people accidentally injured. Even if you wipe out the Edmund Clinic, there will still be people who will open another one in a different place, right?"

Although equality is a beautiful concept, most of the time, the price of life is not high.

If someone is willing to pay the chips, someone will do the deal.

The cheapest mechanical prosthesis produced in Boulder City costs two to three thousand chips, and for some precision-made bionic prosthetics, five figures are the norm.

In comparison, the lives of clones and slaves are much cheaper. If they are captured scavengers or other civilians, it can even be done at no cost.

As long as the people in the wasteland are still struggling to survive, this field will not disappear.

Fang Chang put down the wine glass in his hand, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke.

"We certainly thought about it, so we decided to address that portion of the need."

"It's just that we need to change the way."

After leaving the Gracie Clinic that day, he went to the forum's discussion section for closed beta players and opened a post. When he opened the bug that allowed him to earn money, he discussed this problem with other players who had qualified for the closed beta test. .

After listening to what they saw at the "Golden Dunes Cinema", the vast majority of players had similar thoughts to him.

Although this is indeed a "win-win" business, after all, players will not really die, but using this bug to make money will make them feel uneasy.

In particular, many players have become close friends with NPCs in the game.

Ignore the cloud players who have not played the game yet.

At least for closed beta players, many people can no longer treat NPCs as pure data.

But another form of life.

Based on the opinions of other players, Lao Bai plans to communicate with the Alliance's First Hospital to save the parts that players have replaced with bionic prosthetics and replace them with survivors who really need them.

As for the fee, a reasonable handling fee will be charged.

In addition, some seriously injured players can also donate their parts before repairing themselves.

Of course, this will be on a voluntary basis.

Players can choose whether to sign a body donation agreement.

For players who have signed the agreement, when they or their friends need to replace parts, they can prioritize surgery.

This is of course unprofitable, but as Brother Guang said, they are not just developing a game, but also building a virtual community.

Silver coins are not everything in this game. In addition to pure benefits, there are many other things worth exploring in this world.

Fang Chang felt that the pattern could actually be bigger.

They are not just building a community, they are building a society.

Including himself, players who have qualified for the closed beta test cannot do without the extra 12 hours a day.

This is their second world, and in fact it has become their second hometown.

Especially as the first group of players to enter the game, they followed the progress of the game and gained a large amount of resources and wealth - both in the game and outside the game.

Due to emotions and reasons, they all have obligations and responsibilities to make this place a better place.

Instead of turning this place into a jungle, squeezing moisture from it like cancer cells, and then moving the moisture to other places to continue.

"Our alliance will normalize the targeting of predator nests, making it harder for predator nests that 'slaughter survivors' to survive."

"...At the same time, we will also use 'shelter technology' to provide cheaper replaceable parts to make this business unprofitable."

Fang Chang briefly described his and other shelter residents' decisions in a way that NPCs could understand.

Dolly looked at him in surprise, her bright eyes full of surprise.

"I didn't expect you to be quite a responsible person."

Fang Chang smiled faintly.

"Did you just find out?"

Although he wasn't like this from the beginning.

Rubbing her chin with her index finger, Dolly thought for a long time.

Suddenly, she snapped her fingers.

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow there will be a headline in the Daily Survivor! I plan to write your deeds in the newspaper!" Dolly said with shining eyes.

The headline of the NPC newspaper?

Although it doesn’t sound as attractive as the Hall of Fame on the official website of “Wasteland OL”, it is still a fresh experience.

I am also learning Renlianyu myself, so I will buy a copy and give it a try.

"For the sake of the headlines, how about you treat me to this meal?" Fang Chang joked.

"no problem--"

Dolly was just about to pat her chest and agree, but at this moment, the corner of her eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the pile of wooden skewers on the plate.

The raised corners of her mouth suddenly stiffened, and her voice weakened unsatisfactorily. Dolly blushed and continued talking.

"First of all, I owe you... until I pay you your salary."

"Then I will remember it!"

Looking at Dolly with an embarrassed expression, Fang Chang smiled in a good mood, took out a few chips and threw them on the tray in the waiter's hand.

"Pay the bill, no need to look for it."

Looking at the chips spinning in the tray, the waiter saw that he was an acquaintance and couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes.

It's this guy again.

But then again, this guy has enough to eat...

Glancing at the pile of wooden picks on the plate, and then at the young man who looked polite on the outside, the waiter couldn't help but click his tongue.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance...

…

Vault 404, B4 floor browsing room.

Chu Guang, who was sitting on the sofa, was holding a copy of the "Survivor Daily" that had just been printed.

The page spread out in front of him was the headline of the latest issue of "Daily Survivor" - a report about the Edmund Clinic.

The newspaper selectively displayed several photos taken by players at the Edmond Clinic.

Including the corpses that were randomly abandoned, and the survivors who were locked in iron cages like lambs to be slaughtered, the shocking pictures shocked people's eyes and impacted people's hearts.

Of course, the residents of the outer city know how cruel the wasteland is. After all, the distance between them and the outside world is only a few steps away.

However, it is precisely because of the existence of the giant wall that they do not have to come into contact with things that do not belong to their own world in their daily lives.

Even "Voice of the Rock" often mentions the suffering outside the giant wall as amusement, but the narrative style is mostly sarcastic and flattering to the city lord.

Rather than saying that this is to please the city lord who doesn't care about them at all, it is better to say that it is catering to its audience.

This is the first time in at least more than ten years that a magazine like "Daily Survivor" has brought the truth of what happened to people before their eyes.

It was precisely because of this that this incident caused a huge sensation in the outer city of Boulder City, and quickly became a hot topic among people.

What's more interesting is that on one issue, the residents of Boulder City have obvious differences.

For ordinary residents, they are more concerned about the survivors locked in iron cages.

After all, there are not only people from the slums, but also several residents from outer cities.

No matter what the reason was for those poor people who were sent to the bloody slaughterhouse, the fantasy of the giant wall appeared in their hearts in such a position.

The unbreakable wall was not as unbreakable as they thought, and eternal isolation could not really keep them away from the wasteland.

However, the final resolution can still be regarded as very satisfying.

The evil predator lair was destroyed and the survivors returned home to reunite with their loved ones.

Although the unbreakable wall is not absolutely reliable, the unbreakable alliance seems to have played a little role.

However, for the mercenaries, this is no news.

This means that they have to take greater risks to complete the commission and have to pay more chips after injury to buy expensive and not necessarily practical mechanical replacements.

Of course, the newspaper also mentioned at the end that New Alliance First Hospital was exploring alternatives with the help of Vault 404.

It is recommended that mercenaries who need treatment go to Dawn City to try their luck.

Sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa with her legs stretched out, the puppet controlled by Xiao Qi was looking up at Chu Guang with admiration.

"As expected of the master!"

"Actually, you have already guessed that your players will do this, right?"

Having long been accustomed to his assistant's flattery, Chu Guang just smiled faintly, turned the page of the newspaper, and spoke in a normal tone.

"I'm not as good at predicting things as you think, and it's impossible to predict human behavior simply."

"But I admit, they did make a choice that I'm pleased with."

No matter how strict the rules are, there will always be loopholes, especially as the number of players in the server increases. Chu Guang knows very well that he cannot personally plan the game trajectory of each player as he did before.

What's more, there is no need to do this.

Players are also an integral part of "Wasteland OL". Of course, they can also participate in the determination of game rules and explore the future path together.

What Chu Guang hopes to see more is that players can give full play to their initiative and spontaneously improve the "game content" and maintain the "server order."

This is their power.

It is also an obligation.

The newspaper turned to the last page. Chu Guang closed the finished newspaper and placed it on the coffee table next to Xiao Qi. He was about to open his laptop and browse the forum.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the browsing room.

"Please come in."

The alloy door opens.

It was Yin Fang who came in from the outside.

As soon as he saw the beaming expression, Chu Guang guessed that something strange had happened. Thinking that this guy has been busy repairing the power armor recently, he blurted out.

"Has the 'Dragon Cavalry' repaired the trap?"

"No, it's still a little bit close, but it's only for the past few days," Yin Fang said happily, sitting on the sofa opposite Chu Guang, "What I want to tell you is another news about Fujian."

Chu Guang asked Yu with interest.

"What news?"

"Based on the clues collected by the scientific expedition team, we locked on an abandoned shelter... Although the shelter is old, the data is new. According to historical reading records, we are most likely the first to discover its coordinates. , you should know what this means."

Taking out the tablet computer converted from VM, Yin Fang skillfully clicked twice on the screen, and then handed the tablet to Chu Guang's hand.

"Its number is 79. It is located in Ruigu, one hundred and fifty miles away from here, at the boundary between Hehehe Province and Luoxiahe Province."

Yin Fang continued to talk with an excited expression on his face.

"A two-digit shelter number, you should know what this means!"

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(Thanks to the leader of "Yuye Thirteenth Lang" for the reward!!!)