This Game Is Too Realistic

"There will inevitably be sacrifices on the road to eternity, and you are not the only one who will sacrifice your life for this."

"You are a smart girl, but it's a pity that your curiosity has killed you. In the face of survival and the truth, you chose the most irrelevant one."

"Farewell, don't blame me."

"It's all natural selection."

"Before the new world comes, sleep peacefully..."

This will be a good dream.

Although the process is a bit painful...

The cracked ruins were covered with crows, and the setting sun lengthened the rough and hoarse voice and the shadow of the claws.

It stood in the middle of the street, looking at the dim yellow falling in the distance, muttering a bunch of words to comfort someone.

The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the focused sight seemed to pass through the burning cloud and fall somewhere outside the field of vision.

After a long time, it was satisfied and withdrew its sight from a distance.

But the moment it turned around and was about to leave, it caught its eye with a group of people standing at the end of the street.

They were a group of ragged beggars, dressed in rags, holding chains in their hands, and carrying a rifle with a spike on their back.

The amber pupils stared at those people, snorting from the gun-like nostrils, and the Deathclaw's face was full of disdain.

This group of ants who don’t know whether to live or die...

At the same time, the battlefield atmosphere team standing opposite had excitement written all over their faces, and they shouted to their subordinates in a low voice.

"Do as I say, throw the chain at it, and run immediately to the building next to it regardless of whether it is hit or not..."

"Don't hesitate, you will get it done if you hesitate."

Seeing the huge body rushing towards them like a tank, the battlefield atmosphere team grasped the chains in their hands and roared with high fighting spirit.

"A gift to brothers——"

"Just do it!"

Although he didn't know what Wanao's words meant, Li Ba still shouted out his fear to cheer himself up, as every cell in his body was trembling.

"Ouch!"

…

Just when the warlord who had just become the captain of ten men was leading his men to battle wits and courage with the claws of death, the official website forum of another world in the distance was also busy.

"Decryption of Vault 79 intelligence, is the manager the biggest villain?" ! (I paid for it with my life, give it a thumbs up and let’s go QAQ)》

After going offline, Sisi compiled all the clues he found from the "Experiment Log" into this post.

"On December 30, 2169, the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era is coming to an end. Although many things have happened this year, fortunately our experiments will continue."

"But on this special day, I don't want to write too much about the experiment. I plan to write some stories about 'us', in case one day I suffer from Alzheimer's disease and forget all about our past. ”

"... Vault 79 was built in 2120, five years before the outbreak of the Doomsday War. The Vault is numbered T in the Human Federation's permanent fortification sequence, which is a research shelter. Its function is not to shelter any residents. "It is a special research facility reserved to deal with extreme situations that may occur after the war."

"Based on unreliable assumptions about human nature, the idea of ​​the Post-War Construction Committee may fail. Our heritage may not be used to build a new kingdom of heaven. Instead, it may become a tool for a few to exploit the majority, or even become a tool for the minority to exploit the majority. Resistance to reviving civilization.”

"Suppose our civilization regresses back to the feudal era, or even the earlier tribal period. What we need is not a steam engine or a machine gun, but a king who can lead us through the darkness and from the wilderness to the new world."

"He must be strong enough to combine all the great powers in one body, and preferably have a nearly endless lifespan to accompany his people through the long river of time, so that the ideal will never fade. He will build a utopia and then sacrifice, and will Everything is returned to his people who trust in him.”

"Although this is only an assumption based on assumptions, even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, we should try it if conditions permit."

"Plan 79 was born at the right time."

"As one of the tens of thousands of asylum options, the goal here is to give birth to a 'manager' with perfect abilities and morals after 120 years of isolation, who will lead his people." Our civilization is built on the surface of the earth.”

"A total of 100,000 researchers participated in this project. We entered the shelter in the first year of the war and woke up from the shelter in the tenth winter after the war ended. We worked step by step under the guidance of the managers."

"At first, this plan progressed smoothly. Without the review and obstruction of the Science and Technology Ethics Committee, we quickly made staged progress. However, unfortunately, in the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era, we The plan ended up having an accident.”

"The Ice Age is coming to an end and is expected to end completely in ten years. This is half a century earlier than the results of computer calculations. It also coincides with the death of the first generation of managers and the replacement of the old with the new. Not only the residents of the new generation are concerned about The correctness of the 'plan' has been cast into doubt, and even those of us who were the first researchers to enter the shelter have debated whether to proceed with this plan."

"According to the plan, we selected the first manager from the new generation of residents and gave him the chosen power. However, what is surprising is that as an opponent of Plan 79, this person is very courageous A young leader who changed his attitude just a few months after receiving the asylum permit and became a staunch supporter of Plan 79."

"More than that, he adopted a more radical experimental strategy, requiring us to no longer stick to the form of life and experimental methods. A large number of clones were put into the experiment, and for the sake of efficiency, we even improved the genes of the clones , resulting in completely different sub-races.”

"I vaguely feel that this is inappropriate, but it seems too late to say this now..."

"On June 11, 2178, it seemed to be sunny outside, and the damn snow finally stopped!"

"June 29, 2178, he must be crazy..."

"On July 8, 2178, many people died because of that crazy plan. I will probably die soon, but there is no sadness in my heart. Even if those things didn't happen, my life would be close to exhaustion. "We did everything we could before the final moment, even if we didn't do everything perfectly."

"Maybe as he said, it's all natural selection."

"I hope that the next time I wake up, our world will have a completely new look, and that I will be lucky enough to see the new heaven after being reborn..."

"The above is just the perspective of an ordinary researcher."

"The logs displayed in the VM are machine translations. I sorted them out roughly. The key information should be the logs from June to July 2178. I will move the original texts to the forum one after another. If there are any missing clues Please help me find it.”

The post was posted less than three minutes ago.

There were hundreds of replies in the comment area instantly, and both players and cloud players were talking about it.

However, there are only a few nutritious replies.

Roshan Damomo: "We thought you were lost. We were looking for you in that building for a long time."

Aoao Sesame Paste: "...This is too scary."

Tails: "Uuuuuuuuuuuah, my Sisi died miserably! Damn... this bastard! I'm going to set fire to his shelter! (;｀O´)o"

Escaped Mole from the Canyon: "It's useless. The manager's permission for the shelter is absolute. Even if you bring fire tools in... Anyway, I don't believe there aren't even fire extinguishers there. (Squints)"

Tail:"!!!"

Sisi: "Well, that's what I think too. There's no point in exposing yourself now. It's better to pretend that nothing happened and give it a surprise in the end."

The most unreal part of this game is probably that it can be played "off the court".

Although the NPCs all play their roles very carefully, it is a pity that they do not know that there is such a thing as a "game forum" in another world.

That Yongshi would never have imagined that all the secrets he was willing to keep silent would have been completely leaked...

Edge of water: "The currently known clues are that the ultimate goal of Vault 79 is to cultivate a king with perfect morality and eternal life? But in the end, due to various reasons, the experiment went astray?"

Crow Crow: "The lifespan is not bad... How can Wande be considered perfect?_(:з」∠)"

Irena: "The 'Philosopher King' in Plato's works? (Funny)"

Edge stroke: "So the experiment failed."

Fang Chang: "We will definitely fail when we arrive. Please remember carefully what year it is now. (Squints)"

The edge of the water: "The year 2341."

The edge of the water scratched: "Hey, wait! If that Yong is the first manager mentioned in the experiment log, doesn't it mean that the experiment has been completed?!"

Fang Chang: "This possibility is very high. Rather than the unknown serum, I suggest you find the manager of Vault 79."

Aoao Sesame Paste: "However, the permission of the administrator of the shelter is absolute. Even if we find him... we can't do anything to him, right?"

Fang Chang: "That 'Yongshi' must be in the shelter. Otherwise, why didn't he go get the serum himself, instead of placing his hope on a group of outsiders full of uncertainties?"

Aoao Sesame Paste: "That's right...the manager has absolute control over the shelter. There must be a reason why he can't return to the shelter, so he needs to use the help of outsiders."

Tails: "Oh oh oh! That's it!!!! ∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ"

Sisi: "emmm... Although I think so too, I still suggest using the trick to get the serum first."

Fang Chang: "Well, of course, this is also an option, but you must be careful not to let that person take away the serum... That is the only bargaining chip in your hands."

The edge of the water stroked: "Haha, don't worry about this! We have more than a hundred awakened people stationed here, and they cannot be stolen! (Baring teeth)"

Sisi: "I'm so scared when you put your flag up. (Squints)"

Debt-eyed: "But who is that Yong family?"

Makabazi: "From what you discussed, I feel that the residents of Xiangling Town are all suspicious... Was that radio found in the library?"

While the players were busy discussing it, Jun Jun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly appeared in the comment area.

"Actually, I was just thinking, is there a possibility..."

"That guy is actually not a human at all?"

…

The night is dark.

In a wilderness 70 kilometers away from Qingquan City, 25 heavily armed soldiers were advancing along a deserted road.

This used to be a small town, but it has now been abandoned. The broken concrete roads are lined with piles of collapsed houses and construction debris.

The nearest survivor settlement here is Garbage City, with a population of several hundred thousand, but this has nothing to do with the goal of their trip today.

The abandoned research institute in the small town of Tibet was the goal of their trip today.

Stopped.

Lao Dong glanced at the research institute in front of him from a distance, and compared the photos on the VM screen with a joke.

"It's nothing like it was two centuries ago."

A wooden fence smeared with blood and minced meat formed a circle outside the institute's wall. Mutated flies as big as fists flew around the tips of the wooden posts, making a buzzing sound. Rats hiding in the corners gnawed at the remains. He dropped the leftovers and looked up at the wall from time to time.

Even pillagers would not leave their lairs in such a state of squalor, surrounded by plague and putrefaction.

The creatures living here are obviously not human beings, but something else...

"Mutants."

With his eyes closed tightly, Guangfeng suddenly heard three words pop out of his mouth.

The four-rotor drone he controlled through the neural access device had flown over the research institute and synchronized the aerial footage to the VMs of every nearby team member.

On the roof of the research institute, two mutants as strong as calves with dark green skin were standing next to the guardrail.

Next to them was a burning iron bucket, holding the leg meat of an unknown animal in their hands. They were devouring the food while chatting in a rough voice.

The way Naru Mao drinks blood is like the green-skinned orc in the medieval Warhammer.

Everything here is exactly the same as the mutant tribe that players encountered in the early version.

The difference is that the mutants are still the same mutants, and the players here are no longer the newbies they were back then.

"Mutants, there's nothing more to say," Ye Shi loaded the sniper rifle in his hand, pushed in an anti-equipment armor-piercing incendiary bomb, and said with a smile, "Just go ahead and do it."

If it is an area where survivors gather, you have to identify the other party and determine whether to adopt a strategy of involvement or expulsion.

But for mutants, these problems do not exist.

Sending these beasts to hell is what they should do.

Lao Ji looked at Guangfeng seriously.

"Number of people, location."

"Two on the roof, one in the west corner, two in the north garage, one standing next to the oil drum, three next to the window on the second floor...that's all you can see." Guangfeng, whose consciousness merged with the drone, calmly Report the point and mark the target on the vm map with red dots.

After confirming the enemy's intelligence, Lao Dong made a clean and clear gesture.

After receiving the order, the players behind him immediately divided into three teams.

A group of people was led by Ye Shi to the high slope on the west side of the research institute. A group of people moved to the left side of the main entrance of the research institute. He personally led the rest of the people towards the main entrance of the research institute.

Mutants have good eyesight, and their beastly instincts allow them to quickly detect abnormalities in the dark.

However, when they realized that a disaster was coming, it was already too late.

"Fire!"

Following Lao Bai's order, a series of "bang bang bang" explosions came from the west side of the research institute.

He fired the "heavy lance" and spurted out tongues of fire at the same time, and a long and thick tracer of light shot towards the top floor of the research institute like lightning, completely tearing apart the silence of the night.

In front of the 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs, the mutant's strong body was like a piece of paper. Either it was poked through on the spot, or the warhead was embedded in the flesh.

The hot magnesium-aluminum alloy sprayed sparks, roasting the flesh and blood into charcoal. The mutant rolling on the ground screamed, his dark green face twisted into a ball in pain.

Without any mercy or softness, Lao Bai led his team to quickly kill the people inside the research institute. The assault rifle in his hand spurted out tongues of fire, sifting through the mutants who tried to rush up and fight them.

After breaking through the first line of defense, the players waiting on the left side of the door followed closely and entered the research institute. They bypassed and penetrated to the rear of the research institute, cleaning every inch of the corner between the wall and the main building of the research institute.

From the west, gunshots like the sound of cannons were heard from time to time, and large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs tore into pieces the mutants who were close to the window and tried to fight back.

There was no suspense in the battle, and the battle quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

Although they have strong bodies and decent iron pipe rifles and axes, these mutants are obviously no match for these battle-hardened "veterans".

In less than 20 minutes, the elite members of the Burning Corps eliminated all the mutants in the entire research institute, and rescued more than a dozen prisoners who were held in the basement and had not had time to be "eaten".

These people are both male and female, the oldest is over 30 years old, and the youngest is probably only about 10 years old.

Judging from their clothing, some of them looked like merchants, while others looked like villagers from nearby settlements. 

When they were first rescued, they were huddled in the corner of the room, with no light visible in their dull eyes. Although they were still alive, they were no different from dead.

The shackles were released, and a trace of life returned to those dull eyes.

"...It's okay. We have cleared out the mutants here. You are safe."

"Thank you... thank you!"

A survivor just got up from the ground and tried to kneel down tremblingly, but Lao Bai stretched out his hand to support him.

"No need to thank us, we are soldiers of the Alliance. If you have nowhere to go, you might as well head west to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. The people there will take you in."

Although his Chinese couplet is not very good.

But he already knew this line by heart.

"Alliance..." The survivor had a confused expression on his face, but he chewed the word over and over again, as if he wanted to memorize it.

"That's right," Lao Bai gave the man an encouraging smile and continued, "We are trying to build a society there that is different from other places. If you are fed up with life in the wasteland, you can go there and give it a try."

After sending the group of survivors out the door, he returned to the research institute.

Tomato Scrambled Egg looked at him and teased him with a smile.

"Okay, the league's first ambassador."

Lao Bai said with a smile.

"You don't understand, this is called building character."

The manager always keeps an eye on each of his residents. Loyal behavior can increase the equipment explosion rate and the probability of triggering hidden tasks.

Although there is no conclusive evidence to prove this rumor, there is no harm in believing it.

Many residents of the Alliance have benefited from them, and those people regard them as heroes.

The NPCs in this game are quite different from other open-world games. Even if the world is not saved, but they just do a small good deed, the NPCs will remember it for a long time.

Those people are really grateful.

Quitting asked curiously: "By the way, how close are you to 100,000 contribution points?"

Lao Bai: "When this task is completed, it should be almost done."

"Awesome!" Ye Shi gave a thumbs up and said with emotion, "Everyone is doing the same task, how come you guy's contribution points rise so fast."

Lao Bai smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe a little adds up to a lot.”

Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "Good brother, let me touch it when you change the power armor, hehe."

"Okay, do you want me to take it off and touch it for you, or do you want me to touch it with it on?"

He quit smoking and looked at Lao Bai in surprise, as if he had just discovered the mainland.

"Damn it, when did you become as sexy as Ye Shi!"

"I was shot even while I was lying down," Ye Shi rolled his eyes and urged Yu, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and do the mission."

They came all the way to skydive, not just for tourism.

The group of people split up.

A group of people went to the institute's laser launch unit and physically opened the rusty launch hatch.

Another wave of people went to the control room on the third floor of the institute.

Fortunately, the backup generator here still has some remaining power, but they have prepared a generator to charge the capacitor of the laser emission unit.

Lao Bai in front of the console opened the VM screen and confirmed the current task.

[Mission: Orbital Drifting Bottle]

[Introduction: Our war with the Legion is at a stalemate. Although we have successfully made them mistakenly think that they are at war with the enterprise, it is difficult to say how long this blindness can last. We need support from the East Coast, and first we need to let them know that their old friend is in trouble. As the matter arises, we have to dismantle a satellite. 】

[Requirement: Activate the institute's laser emission unit, make contact with the scientific research satellite in synchronous orbit directly above, and complete data transmission. 】

The method of starting the laser emission unit is listed below the taskbar.

They only need to plug the data interface into the console and then place the communication balloon.

The rest can be left to the NPC in the shelter to operate remotely.

Looking at Lao Bai plugging the data interface into the console, Ye Shi standing aside asked curiously.

"Is this using satellites as drift bottles?"

This is too luxurious.

Kuangfeng stared at the console screen for a while, then suddenly said: "Actually, I'm more curious about how this place can get in touch with satellites in synchronous orbit through lasers."

This technology is a little too dark.

But comparing it with controllable nuclear fusion, it doesn’t seem unacceptable?

Lao Bai didn't think too much, he laughed and said.

"Whatever, who knows what will happen more than 100 years later, you can't expect Brother Guang to come up with it for you in reality."

Guangfeng's expression became a little subtle.

It’s hard to say which one is more difficult to achieve, 99.99...% realistic virtual reality games and laser communication technology spanning 30,000 kilometers.

The reading bar in the console screen is completed.

The transmitting device in the center of the research institute suddenly shot out a beam of light as thick as an arm.

It is difficult to tell what color the light is. Its color is as erratic as his existence itself, with outlines of light red and lavender appearing and disappearing.

That beam of light passed through the clouds and pierced the boundless deep sky.

Move to the roof of the [Institute].

Kuangfeng looked up at the looming light in the sky and muttered.

"...If I were a member of the legion, I would definitely shoot here."

Lao Bai smiled and said: "What are you thinking about? This place is more than 200 kilometers away from the airship. What kind of artillery shells can travel so far?"

200g.

That's gotta be tactical missiles.

I heard that Goblin Technology is researching short-range missiles, but I don’t know what the progress is.

The mosquito guy has nothing reliable to say, so no matter how many times he asks, he always gets the answer.

Although there is an element of necessity, one thing is that the technology tree of the alliance is really crooked.

"...That's right."

Blank Wind nodded thoughtfully, staring at the beam of light, but thinking about other things.

Under the influence of the Tyndall effect, that beam of light can be seen from a long distance away.

Was this also the case 200 years ago?

Or is it because the equipment is in disrepair and the output power is unstable, which leads to such obvious scattering and clutter.

But only people 200 years ago know what happened 200 years ago...

"Signal transmission completed...confirmed that the satellite is leaving the channel." After confirming the mission progress through VM, Lao Bai reached out and pressed on the earphone, cut off the team member and repeated the command.

Ye Shi asked curiously.

"Can we see shooting stars later?"

"Maybe we can see it on the east coast. It's probably going to be pretty rough here..." Lao Bai smiled, reached out to pick up the rifle that was leaning on the side, and patted his teammate on the shoulder. "The mission is completed, we should withdraw."

I heard that the scientific expedition team retrieved a lot of interesting things from the data they recovered.

Just wait and ask around when you get back.

…

At the same time, the Iron Heart was on board.

General McClung, standing on the bridge, was listening to the reports from his men.

The prey that he longed for was still hiding in the urban area of ​​Ruigu City.

But thankfully, his dull men finally made some progress.

With the help of an experienced local hunter, they successfully hung two iron chains on the death claw.

This is not enough to hurt the death claw, but it is enough to cause it a lot of trouble.

According to the hunter, the chains would be like spearguns stuck in the whale's body, and the beast's claws were too long to free it on its own.

As long as enough garbage is wrapped around it to restrict its movement, it will not be able to catch prey and will be exhausted. Sooner or later, it will fall to the ground exhausted and let them slaughter it.

Through continuous offensives, he weakens his opponents who are far more powerful than himself, and finally concentrates his power on one fatal move.

This theory seems to be applicable not only for hunting, but also on the battlefield.

General McClung suddenly became curious about the indigenous hunter.

At this moment, a faint red light suddenly came through the floor-to-ceiling window directly in front of him.

General McClure squinted his eyes as he caught the slightest abnormality in his peripheral vision.

But when he looked carefully, it was pitch black outside the window and he couldn't see anything.

"Did you see that light?"

Hearing General McClung's voice, the adjutant standing next to him was slightly startled, with confusion written on his face.

"Light……?"

Glancing at the confused expression on the adjutant's face, General McClung withdrew his gaze.

"...Nothing."

Maybe it's an illusion.

For some reason, he always had a bad feeling in his heart.

It was as if there was some conspiracy brewing somewhere beyond his sight...

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(Thanks to the leaders of "I wish a thousand cities would be white", "The stars are diverse and ever-changing", "[Anonymous]", "KAWABUNGA", and "Happy Qitian" for their rewards! More than 20 leaders were added yesterday. I'm flattered. The space at the end of the chapter is limited, I will try my best to write it down in the chapter after tomorrow! Thank you for your awesomeness!)