This Game Is Too Realistic

In the industrial area of ​​​​Bushi City, there is a notice at the entrance with the name and number written on it.

A group of people with black crows stood in front of the sign.

From time to time there were excited cheers, and those who found their names looked excited, as if they had won the lottery. People around him cast envious glances at the man, only regretting that he responded to the mobilization too late and did not work hard enough at that time.

Not counting the scavengers outside the city, there is almost no primary industry in Boulder City, only secondary and tertiary industries. Even if labor laws are tightened and all children under the age of 16 are sent to full-time schools where board and lodging are provided, there will still be hundreds of thousands of registered children.

The 1,800 free apartments are like a puddle of water on a dry land, but they still give many people hope of living a better life.

Lovett said that after all the houses in this settlement are airtight and the financial situation improves, they will consider building some housing with better living conditions and that everyone can afford.

Although he didn't have any hope, Kent couldn't help but walk around the notice board. What was originally just a hopeless glance made him widen his eyes in surprise.

"...has my name?"

Thinking that he had seen it wrong, Kent rubbed his face vigorously with his dusty sleeves.

After confirming again that the name and number were correct, he had no time to be happy. For fear of being robbed, he immediately squeezed to the front of the crowd and went through the relevant procedures at the registration office.

Looking at the residence permit in his hand, Kent was very excited. He never thought that he would be able to live in the building one day.

But he still felt a little uneasy, so he couldn't help but look at the staff and asked.

"How was this house divided?"

People often ask this question, but my friend sitting behind the wooden table is not satisfied and skillfully talks about the four priorities.

“Priority will be given to those who have been demolished, to those who participated in the construction, to those within the scope of demolition, and to those with households above their homes.”

Kent silently calculated in his mind that since he was single, the last item definitely did not fit the bill. The first one doesn't match either, but the second and third ones do.

Not only did he actively participate in the construction, he also worked hard and did not dare to be lazy at all. He was praised for his diligence.

As for his leaky shack, it was obviously within the scope of rectification. The new authorities didn't know what was wrong with it. It seemed that there was no leakage in the house. They had obviously covered all the cracks in the walls with mud.

At that time, he had been sulking over this incident for a few days, muttering that at least the noble gentlemen would not rob his shack, but now he could no longer complain.

It turns out that the new gentlemen didn’t just tear it down and leave it alone.

However, he really couldn't believe that there would be such a thing as pie in the sky. He always felt that someone would take it away, so he couldn't help but ask in the end.

"This house...is it really free to live in? No charge?"

The staff said with a smile.

"No charge! As long as you have no other properties in your alliance, you can live in it until it becomes a dilapidated house, and we will replace it with a new one. Oh, by the way, every household will have water and electricity in the future, and now there is a quota system. There is no charge, and some are given monthly, and the unused quota can be accumulated. When winter is over, the quota will be used up, and the water and electricity bills will still be charged. "

What is water and electricity?

Kent was confused for a moment and couldn't figure out what the concept was, but when he heard that he would still have to charge some money after the winter was over, he felt a little bit sad.

He was not wrong. The master returned the favor, but instead of calling him Lord Fang Ming, he became a wooden boy named Lovett.

Lovett was appointed by the manager, so the master of Boulder City should be the manager.

But it's actually not bad.

After discovering that he was right, Kent was not angry, but rather happy.

This is really not a bad thing.

Legally speaking, those who could enter the refuge at the beginning must have been nobles of the People's League, and the orthodoxy of the People's League was the refuge.

Counting a little further forward, Boulder City was once a settlement planned by the War and Construction Committee, and the orthodox site of Boulder City was also to the north.

Northern suburbs...Northern suburbs...

Kent's eyes lit up, but he was a little embarrassed.

Damn House, he dared to lead everyone with a northern suburbs hillbilly and a blue gopher, and almost ruined everything!

The great manager and the soldiers under his command are obviously the saviors of mankind!

You are deceived!

"Long live management!"

Kent, who finally justified his story, was so excited that he couldn't contain his emotions. He shouted in the street but did not dare to speak louder. He was drowned in the crowd and no one paid attention...

Feeling that he had lost some points, he blushed and shouted "Long Live the Alliance" again to show his loyalty. This time people heard him and smiled and congratulated him on moving into his new house.

Kent grinned from ear to ear, nodded to everyone, held his hands tightly and congratulated each other. He was glad that he had integrated into the new group, and left in a hurry.

…

"Wasteland OL" official website.

[Server Announcement:]

[The second New Year celebration event of "Wasteland OL"! 】

[Introduction:

Plump, juicy, and easy-to-preserve split-claw crab cakes accompanied us through the cold winter of Wasteland 212. Without those big cuties waving pliers, there would be no prosperous alliance!

In the past year, we have eaten the split-claw crabs by Linghu Lake as rare animals. What magical alien species will be eaten to extinction by us next year?

The answer will be revealed tonight!

Just like last year, the management has prepared a mysterious gift for every resident who participates in the event. The winner will unlock the "Wasteland Gourmet" limited achievement and be permanently remembered in the official website Hall of Fame along with the recipe!

The management of the alliance once again solemnly reminds everyone that although this year is a bumper year, there are still many people who are hungry, so remember not to waste it!

Also, don’t put everything into your mouth, or you may end up eating it!

】

[Activity time: December 28, Wasteland Chronicle 212 to January 1, Wasteland Chronicle 213]

[Location: All settlements within the alliance (including Bicester Town)]

[Requirements: Use local materials, develop recipes, and make food that even ordinary people (Physique: 5) can eat! 】

[Selection rules: Each settlement will select two awards, namely the food in the players’ minds and the food in the minds of the local wastelanders. As the first settlement in the alliance, Boulder City will set up an additional special award, which is food recognized by the management (there is no limit to the range of materials, the award focuses on: large quantity, cheap, delicious, nutritious and healthy)! 】

[Boulder City’s designated poison tester: Crow Crow]

New Year's Eve events are almost a common practice for major MMORPG games, and "Wasteland OL" is no exception. However, it is a real sign that the planning is lazy.

This year's event is almost the same as last year, and it seems to be related to food. It seems that a certain planner is determined to test the ecological balance ability of the server.

Since the split-claw crab cakes were designated as Shuguang City's special delicacies by the management, all the split-claw crabs on the north shore of Linghu Lake have been eaten to extinction.

If you want to hunt cleavage crabs, you can only go to some collapsed water areas in the city, or go to Xizhou Lake in the north to see a lot of them.

Or we have to go south.

It is worth mentioning that in order to obtain a stable food source, some wastelanders have also started breeding. On the edge of Lake Qiring, research has been done on how to breed edible split claws that are less aggressive, spawn more frequently, and have more delicious meat. crab.

This is exactly what Chu Guangyu had imagined.

Back to the activity itself.

This year is different from last year. After opening the market in Luoxia Province, there is no longer a shortage of food. The purpose of this activity has also changed from solving the survival crisis to enriching the lives of alliance residents.

Boulder City is located on the edge of the Third Ring Road, surrounded by ruins of high-rise buildings and tunnels underground. Active 㱗The heterogeneous species in this area are not just the fruiting bodies of slime molds, there are quite a lot of species. For experienced hunters, finding hibernating prey is not too difficult.

Chu Guang plans to continue this tradition and hold a similar server event at the end of every year to make "hunting alien species" a part of the alliance's evolution.

Compared to celebrating the birthday of the big-horned deer god, the festivals created by people themselves are obviously much more meaningful.

After the announcement was issued, it immediately aroused heated discussions among players and cloud players. However, what he did not expect was that people's fault was not the event itself, but other places.

Quit smoking: "Hahaha! Designated drug testers are okay!"

Crow Crow: "I will fight to death! QAQ"

Makabazi: "Hahahahaha! Fat Crow is really hammered!"

Crow Crow: "Get lost! I'm so fat! Go to hell!!! (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻"

Teng Teng: "Damn it, this indiscreet guy... is planning to give it a quick shave, it's so hateful! T.T"

Crow: "???"

Tails: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Si! I miss home! (；д；)"

Sisi: "Awei, don't cry. I'll ask Rourou to help you catch a fish and make soup later."

Roshan Big Momo: "This is Haikai!!!"

Tails: "Oh! Last time I caught a big tentacle monster! (✪ω✪)"

Sisi: "Uh...it's something I don't want to remember. (Hold your forehead)"

Aoao Sesame Paste: "Ahaha...touch your head."

Big Eyes of Debt: "Tentacle monster?! Please elaborate. (Funny)"

The young man asked: "What do you want to do? Human beings can't satisfy you anymore?"

Debt-eyed: "Get out! Am I that kind of person? (Angry)"

Drum hair washing machine: "Dude, you are so perverted. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "Old Na is calling this guy. (Funny)"

Irena: "I'm just curious about what the taste is, why it's not the Luoyu brothers. (Funny)"

Luo Yu: "???"

Fang Chang: "This game is too real. (Funny)"

…

After the event announcement on the official website was released, a large number of players immediately poured into Boulder City from Dawn City, and the square in front of the gate was bustling for a while.

The lively scenery is like celebrating a festival.

"Form a group to farm monsters! If you are interested, please tell me privately!"

"A cleavage crab nest was found in the southern suburbs sewage treatment plant! Do you have any brothers who can steal crab eggs together? We still need a nest builder."

"Damn it, does anyone know what kind of meat this is? I seized it from plundering your lair... Are there any businessmen who need dried meat?"

"Hahaha! Throw it away, brother, you don't want to know what it is."

"Gan! The homeless little guy I sponsored yesterday stole my wallet! I don't believe in love anymore!"

"Calm down, at least VM is here for you."

"Wait...are you sure it was stolen?"

"...?"

Although any settlement can participate in the New Year's Eve event, Boulder City, which has just accepted player influence, has an extra prize than other settlements.

If they didn't have too much work on their hands, most professional life players would prefer to go to Boulder City to join in the fun.

What's more, that special award is personally selected by the management. This is a great opportunity to increase the camp BOSS's rating!

Players who are determined to win the title of "Wasteland Gourmet" will not want to miss it.

"These newbies are really weak. They need to form a team to farm the Split Claw Crab. They are so weak!"

Corner of the market.

Looking at the chattering B-test rookies, Murderous Dagger put his hands on the ground and grinned like a baboon.

㦳So I put on this pose not to show off, but mainly to save energy.

Just a few days ago, he underwent a prosthetic transformation from the Great Stone Army, and the entire body from spine to shoulders became a T-shaped alloy structure.

What's even more exaggerated is that his two fists are like a big lump of iron, which can be used as an excavator's shovel when put together.

Speaking of this fist, Murderous Dagger felt puzzled.

He remembered that what he wanted was a fist as big as a casserole, like that of a Piltover law enforcement officer. As a result, the NPC named Ibers didn't know what he was thinking, so he got him a fist as big as an iron pot.

But it doesn’t matter.

Everything is installed.

Now he feels that his hands are filled with endless power. A slap can kill a strength system, and the wind blows away the intelligence system!

Of course, the premise is that the other party stands still.

Even after hearing his name, the dog looked at him blankly, and after a while, he screamed in surprise.

"What the hell?! Where did you get the one hundred thousand silver coins?"

If he remembered correctly, the price quoted was one hundred thousand.

At that time, he also laughed at this guy for pretending to have an onion on his nose, but he didn't expect that this guy actually pretended to be like that? !

Seeing his friend's stunned expression, Murderous Dagger smiled and told the truth.

"It's not that expensive... I discussed it with the NPC and removed the 'pigeon' missile launcher on my fist, and the price was adjusted to 50,000 silver coins."

In addition, in exchange, he needs to regularly submit product usage data to Jushijun, so that Jushijun can improve his products.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

What kind of thing is privacy? You can use it casually. After all, he doesn't expect to have a life after changing it to this.

Min Gou looked at him blankly, not knowing how to complain for a moment. It took Tuo a long time to hold back the next sentence.

"...I remember that you chose the agility system because you wanted to play stealth style?"

"You don't understand this," the killer raised the corner of his mouth proudly. He originally wanted to pat Brother Dog on the shoulder, but gave up after thinking about it. "As long as you kill all the people, no one will know that I have been here. This is also a kind of stealth... And don’t we already have a true stealth player in our team? Well, Old Kidney has also changed it. "

As he spoke, he raised his chin, and Mingou looked in the direction where his chin was pointing with a confused look on his face. He saw a kidney fighter wearing an alloy breastplate walking towards this direction with a playful smile.

"Hahaha! Brother Dog, you are here too. Let me tell you, the prosthetic transformation function of this giant stone army is really awesome!"

"...What did you change?" Looking at the alloy breastplate and the open coat on his body, Mingou always had an ominous premonition.

The corner of the Kidney Fighter's mouth curled up.

"Hehe... look."

As he spoke, he grabbed his clothes and threw them into the sky like a pervert, revealing his entire breastplate and two bare arms.

Only then did Dogou realize that this guy's alloy breastplate was not worn on, but directly welded to his body.

"Are you crazy?" Mingou looked at him blankly, "This is useful..."

Before he could finish his words, the jet-black breastplate suddenly became transparent like ink diluted by water, and finally disappeared altogether.

The dog's eyes were as wide as light bulbs, almost falling out of their sockets.

"What the hell!? Optical camouflage?!"

"correct!"

The Kidney Fighter, who had only his limbs and head left, smiled, touched his head floating in the air, and continued.

"It's a pity that I don't have enough money. Otherwise, I can get a complete set. But it's okay to just make the belly invisible. At least the target is much smaller."

Like Brother Shadagger's equipment, the price quoted is also 50,000 silver coins, which is equivalent to the price of half a cavalry exoskeleton. Logically speaking, optical camouflage would not be so cheap, but since it is recycled waste, it is discounted.

If it weren't for the rare opportunity, he, a strength player, wouldn't have put this thing on his body. To put it bluntly, he was still greedy for cheap.

The dog couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Your special mother is really a talent!"

Whether it can sneak or not is hard to say.

But it should be able to scare people half to death at night.

He took a closer look and found that the optical camouflage was not without its weaknesses.

A slightly larger vibration can make it show a clear outline, and only when it is completely motionless can it be close to being invisible.

Seeing Brother Dog who was unable to complain, Murderous Dagger encouraged him with a smile.

"Brother, you should also go and get yourself dressed, but Tuo has given up."

Dog: "What a ghost!"

"ah--!"

While the two were talking, a scream suddenly came from the side.

I saw a little girl who had just come out of the market carrying a basket. She was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground.

She looked at the kidney fighter with only his head and limbs left with a pale face. She shivered and moved her hands and feet back, ignoring the snow on the ground that was up to her knees.

"Strange...monster..."

Even though there were many strange things in the wasteland, it was rare to see a solitary head floating in the air, not to mention this head smiling at her.

"Don't be afraid, madam, this is just a... special prosthetic body."

The Kidney Fighter tried his best to squeeze out a friendly smile on his face, and was about to explain it to her using some strange couplets. However, he didn't expect that he had just taken half a step forward, and the girl was so frightened that she fainted.

The dog sighed and covered his forehead.

"Just wait to be kicked."

Murderous Dagger whistled, put his hands on the ground and moved his body, facing the other way, pretending not to recognize this guy.

Looking at the two extremely real Tuo brothers, the Kidney Fighter said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Fuck! You-"

Before he could finish his words, the alliance guards hurried over and the players followed him and shouted.

"Damn, you're awesome, brother, how did you lose your stomach?"

"What kind of BUG is this?!"

"Call the Terrorist Mobile Team! There are cybermaniacs here!"

"Cyber ​​maniac?! Where is it?"

"Wait a minute! Don't close it yet! I'll take a picture!"

…

On top of the giant wall, the howling north wind blew fluffy snowflakes away.

Looking at the shopping mall in front of the door and the crowds of people in front of and behind the shopping mall, as well as the noisy customers, Ibers showed a happy smile on his face.

"Your residents are geniuses."

Chu Guang, who was standing next to him, glanced at him.

"Is this a compliment or a derogatory statement?"

"Is there still a derogatory use of genius?" Ibers touched the back of his head and suddenly said, "By the way, the X-17 project has been approved. When are you going to have a honeymoon with X-16?"

"Not interested."

"Not interested? Could it be... the little girl of the Malvern family? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are probably crazy. That organism will definitely break, but -"

Listening to this old guy's nonsense, Chu Guang couldn't help but kick him on the butt, although considering his seniority, this wasn't too bad.

X-16, who was standing aside, watched silently as Ibers rolled around on the ground and got up, with no intention of helping this guy at all.

In fact, it can't help.

She had no doubt that neither she nor Ibos could be a match for that human. He could pick her up and throw her out of the giant wall with one hand.

Even if he didn't turn on the power armor.

"Is this how the blue coats say hello?" Ibbers got up from the ground and touched the back of his head, laughing. "I can see that you are angry...I am very happy."

"Are you M?"

"M? What is that? Forget it, after all, it's okay to be angry. It's only human to be angry. AI can't be truly angry or happy..." Ibers shook his head, "For example, my designer , Dear Mr. Fang Ming, it was not until the end that I truly understood what the emotion of ‘hate’ was.”

Chu Guang looked at him.

"So what do you want to say?"

Patting the snow on his body, Ibers nodded slightly, elegantly like a gentleman. This etiquette was obviously learned from his former clients.

"...I am very happy to serve a human being of flesh and blood. Although I respect Mr. Fang Ming from the bottom of my heart, being a servant of Yixu is too boring."

Chu Guang glanced at him in surprise.

"I thought you were the type who is afraid of chaos in the world."

"This is not a contradiction, AI should serve people, right?" Ibers said with a smile, "Anyway, as long as I hand you the slaughtering tools, you will soon spill your intestines and brains everywhere. There won’t be any left, it’ll be a matter of time.”

"A year and a second are all the same to me."

Seeing Ibos talking about dangerous things without changing his expression, Chu Guang sighed softly.

"I thought for a second that you might be a rogue. It was my mistake."

When Fang Mingyi wrote his soul, he probably unknowingly mapped all his malice towards humans onto this guy.

Xiao Qi will hate the people and things she hates.

Same thing with this guy.

As much as Fang Ming hated his mission before, he hated the organism that displeased his master, even though he was technically extremely loyal to his customers.

For humans, this is undoubtedly a contradiction. It is difficult for humans to be loyal to something they hate from the bottom of their hearts, but for AI, it is another matter.

Ibers nodded slightly and said politely.

"Correction, I am not a human, I am an AI."

He can be loyal to his organic customers while providing customers with more efficient slaughtering tools based on their opinions.

Rather, the customer's existence is necessary for him.

Chu Guang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Ask you something."

Ibbers said respectfully.

"Excuse me."

Chu Guang went straight to the point and explained his purpose.

"Are there any side effects of implanting a prosthesis?"

Ever since Mosquito equipped himself with a prosthetic body and showed it off everywhere, most of the players on the server have become potential customers of the Stone Army.

Some want to make themselves more resistant, some want to install nitrogen acceleration on their backs, and some want to be longer...and these are all relatively normal needs.

The abnormal ones are like the ones in front of Jingshi. Some have changed their arms into excavators, and some are only half-invisible in order to save money.

That guy is pretty ruthless when it comes to mosquitoes.

He had received a biological prosthetic body from Xiao Yu before, but before he could understand the biological body, Jushi Jun ordered eight robot arms for himself.

Calculating, his brain has to take care of twelve limbs, one joint, and another little life in his body.

Is this guy's head okay?

Chu Guang remembered clearly that he was an agility type.

"Of course there are side effects. Drinking too much water can make you die, not to mention replacing part of your body with machinery..." Seeing Chu Guang's eyes getting sharper, Ibers quickly added, "Of course, we will use it verbally. Inform customers in writing of the possible risks of installing a prosthesis that exceeds their ability to bear! Every customer must be fully informed before installing a prosthesis!”

Chu Guang withdrew his gaze from him.

"From now on, non-shelter residents can only install prostheses that are within the safety limits that they can bear, and prostheses with functions such as neurofeedback and sensory simulation need to be signed and authorized by a brain doctor with medical qualifications. Specific management Rules, I’ll have my assistant pass it on to you later.”

Ordinary residents still have to take care of it. Even if they don't become "cyber lunatics", potential medical problems are also a cost to the entire society.

As for the players...

Just let them do whatever they want.

Anyway, there was only one clone in three days. They didn't even want to go to the hospital when they were injured, so to save trouble, they just asked their teammates to help patch it up.

There is no shortage of active substances in the shelter now. If you really regret it, just throw yourself into a rotary furnace and be refined.

Although Ibers had no choice but to agree.

"As commanded."

Chu Guang nodded, turned around, and was about to take the elevator down from the giant wall.

The population of Boulder City far exceeded that of other settlements in the alliance. He had to inform the city hall about the New Year's Eve activities and make preparations in advance.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden explosion from the bottom of the giant wall, and the big movement made Chu Guang stop involuntarily.

"It seems to be outside."

Standing on the edge of the huge wall, Ibers scratched his chin with his index finger.

Leaning down and staring at the shacks growing like moss below and the billowing smoke rising from one area, he continued with interest.

"There are such movements in the slums from time to time... Strictly speaking, it is outside Boulder City and is not under the control of Boulder City. I remember correctly, it should be controlled by several gangs."

In the past, the nobles in the inner city longed for the death of those stinky beggars outside the giant wall. Only when the wave came, they would recruit some people from inside, send a rifle and follow the mercenaries to fill the line.

Hearing the word gang, Chu Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Almost forgot about these rats."

It's not like he really forgot.

The first thing the Refugee Home did when it arrived in Boulder City was to stabilize the survivors in the slums in the outer city, organize them to set up tents, give them food, and register their names, heights, bodies, families, ages, and approximate residences. area.

This is both disaster relief and demographics.

The gang members were not interested in the porridge and food provided to the victims, and they had little interest in signing up to join the relief team. At most, they would mix in a few gangsters or fringe figures to serve as informants.

The Alliance has used a series of means to relocate some of the refugees in the slums to the eastern part of Shuguang City for unified management, and a large number of laborers have been transferred to the land in the tunnel outside Boulder City.

After going back and forth like this, the portrait of the remaining young adults in the slums becomes very clear.

People must have a living livelihood.

Either do business, be a mercenary, or do something inconvenient to say.

The Guards Corps has targeted some of the gang leaders and senior leaders through interrogations of inner-city nobles and private visits to the city.

Especially according to reliable clues, the Dagger Gang, one of the three major gangs in the Tibetan slums, has close business contacts with the Bugla Free State in the north.

Chu Guang originally planned to wait until the wave was over before dealing with the rats, but now it seems that they did not realize that the laws of Qingquan City had changed at all.

After the tumors in Boulder City are eliminated, there will no longer be any soil for predators to survive in this area, and no evil forces will be allowed to exist on the Alliance's territory.

Since I can’t wait any longer.

Then just wait for the wave to come and fill in the lines.

"Do you want to take care of that place... Just think of it as nonsense."

Seeing Chu Guang's matter-of-fact expression, Ibers's face showed a smile that was not too big a deal, and then looked at X-16 who was standing aside.

"There are some little mice firing cannons right under our noses. Bring your equipment and go there to have a look. Don't let your master down."

"As commanded."

The pitch-black mirror reflected the cold light. X-16 nodded slightly, without saying any unnecessary nonsense, and turned towards the elevator...