This Game Is Too Realistic

There is a subway station near the old residential resettlement site.

Two ricket-shaped mutants stood at the entrance of the subway station surrounded by five light mutant warriors. They held white flags in their hands and looked at the armored vehicles and machine guns not far away. , his face was filled with anxiety and fear.

Those two old guys from Mai are priests of the strange tribe. One of them is Gomo, and the other's name is Henke, a representative of the Ancestor Sect.

Unlike the Secularists, the Ancestralists are the earliest mutants in Singularity City. Their views are undoubtedly extremely radical compared to Singularity City a century and a half ago, but compared to the current Singularity Tribe, their views are undoubtedly extremely radical. It is so conservative that it is reversing the course of history.

Rather than hunting humans as prey, they prefer to keep the parts of the pastures that are born as animals, and the remaining free people as slaves.

Most of the farmers on this land do the same thing anyway, and there are very few villages like Hope Town with more than half of them freedmen.

They are even opposed to cannibalism. After all, there are foods that are more nutritious and more efficient, and those who are unwilling to become mutants have promised that at least they will not make them into pies... although this promise actually has no meaning, after all. The moment they win, those residents who don't want to become mutants have actually lost a piece of their power.

Without external intervention, conservatives in any society will eventually grow old, and the Qi tribe is certainly no exception.

Although the Founder Sect has mastered a series of "advanced technologies" including midwifery, it still cannot change the fact that there are more and more new generations in the tribe and the secular sect is "more focused on the rights of mutants" and has entered the center of power. It’s true.

However, now, all the warriors in the entire Qi tribe who had been given the name by Jia En had died in battle, and the remaining ones were all old, weak, sick, and young men who had just learned to snore.

The "Ancestor Sect", which advocates living in harmony with mankind, also gained power because of this.

Although in a sarcastic way.

"...It's useless, they won't let us go." Looking at Henk who was still looking forward to the peace talks, Gomo sighed.

There was still a chance of survival by escaping from the city while the fog was still there, but it was too naive to think that the humans would let them go.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he was stared back fiercely by the former.

"Shut up! If it weren't for that foolhardy fool Ga En and you group of lunatics who led us into the ditch, how could we be in this situation now!"

Gomo closed his mouth as he wished, and also closed his cloudy pupils, because it was meaningless to say anything at this time.

Maybe too much time has passed, and that guy has forgotten how they forced the remaining people to make a choice——

Either voluntarily become a mutant, or become a farm animal.

Once they set foot on this road, there is only one way to go until it is dark, at least they have absolutely no chance to look back.

It seems that the alliance has already made a decision.

An officer with a high military rank came to the front line and exchanged a few words with the officer wearing an exoskeleton.

The officer wearing the exoskeleton nodded and watched as the officer took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

Seeing that scene, there was a trace of panic in Henke's eyes.

What exactly determines the need to smoke a cigarette in the first place?

He hurriedly took half a step forward, looked at the people who raised their rifles in warning and shouted loudly.

"Wait, wait a minute! You may not understand that we were actually humans before! We all worked hard for the same goal! It's just that we... have a little problem here, but it's not all our responsibility. Look, We all served for the post-war Japanese construction committee and our lives were at least spared. Please, we are willing to accept your arrangement——"

In order to survive, he almost lost all his dignity. The mutant boys following him panted softly, their faces full of struggle and hatred.

However, the officer in the exoskeleton didn't care. He just calmly finished his cigarette, threw it on the ground, and waved his hand impatiently.

"Fire."

He has given them a cigarette and time to pick up weapons and continue fighting. If they don't pick them up, then they will die.

Negotiate?

What is there to talk about with a beast?

The chimera armored vehicle's muzzle spurted out tongues of flame, and long, thick traces of light instantly pierced Gomo, who had his eyes closed.

The old guy turned into a puddle of minced meat on the spot and fell to the ground without saying a word. Then he fell to his knees on the ground, including Henk and the group of unconvinced guys behind him.

The battle at the subway station entrance ended quickly.

Finally, when the CG animation of the cutscene was completed, the players, already gearing up and impatient, rushed into the subway station one after another and began the final cleanup work.

The VM task panel clearly says——

Not a single remnant of the strange tribe was left alive.

And that was their original plan, especially after seeing the great achievements of those beasts...

"Who the hell has worked hard for the same goal as you?"

After kicking the bloody corpse, the player who came closer spat on it with cold eyes, then continued walking forward with the rifle in his arms...

…

Just as the corps were advancing towards Jinhe City's underground transportation network from the entrances of various subway stations, the 1,000-man team of the Alliance's First Corps had arrived in the eastern suburbs of Jinhe City.

In order to accommodate the survivors rescued from the Qi tribe and accommodate those survivors liberated from the rule of the church, the Alliance needs to expand the Pine Cone Wood Farm and rename the expanded Pine Cone Wood Farm to Singularity City.

There is a ready-made psychic intervention device available there, which will help those poor people in captivity integrate into human society as soon as possible.

According to the agreement reached between Chu Guang and Han Shuang, it will be responsible for the management of Singularity City, and the alliance will only be responsible for defense and security work.

Until the local survivors completely give up eating fruits and become individuals with complete functional abilities, Chu Guang does not plan to incorporate Singularity City into the alliance as the sixth settlement for the time being. The cooperation model between the two parties will be based on Luoxia. The current cooperation model between provincial countries and the alliance.

Although both the company and the college desperately hope that he can take over this mess immediately and completely, Chu Guang certainly cannot agree to them.

He didn't know what the academy was thinking. Those people liked to play secret room politics. It was hard to figure out what they were planning, but the idea was clear to Chu Guang.

Once the Alliance completely takes over this settlement, everything that happens here will be an internal matter of the Alliance, and the Council will be able to completely remove many previous responsibilities, and even the frost will become In order to work for him, they will have room to retreat if any trouble is made.

At least until Li Li wipes his own butt clean, Chu Guang cannot use the fruits of the labor of alliance citizens to pay for their past mistakes.

Only by uniting one's own people can one unite others. Any sacrifice of one's own interests in exchange for unity will always be short-lived.

After all, both the recipient and the donor know in their hearts that this good thing for no reason will not last long.

And things that are destined not to last long have no maintenance value.

The north entrance of Songguomu Farm.

Not long after the Singularity City sign was put up, a dark group of people appeared in the north, and the long line looked like a long snake.

Some people were carrying a bulging backpack, and others were driving several two-headed ox carts. They were coming from Hope Town, as if they were fleeing.

The husband's captain's name was Zheng Liushu, who was on duty here. When he saw the group of refugees, he immediately led his people to greet them.

Before he could ask, the leader, Mayor Ma Hechang, took the initiative to confess his identity. Then he grabbed his arm and cried with snot and tears about how the Torch Church united with the mutants to persecute them.

"... I hope the land in the town can no longer grow food. I heard that you are willing to take in the people oppressed by the torch. Please take us in too!"

In fact, Ma Hechang did not tell the truth completely. The reason why he took the townspeople to flee here was of course not because the land was polluted and could not grow food.

Although this is indeed true.

In fact, the only real farming people in Hope Town are Master Kong's farm and a few homesteaders. His choice is actually a kind of speculation to a large extent.

The fog outside has dispersed, and the sound of cannons has stopped in the morning.

Anyone with an eye can see that the Alliance has won the conflict with the Torch Church and has become the master of this land.

In contrast to the Torch Church, which left the plantation alone, the Alliance planned to build Singularity City, with Singularity City as the center to focus on restoring the soil that had been corroded by the fruit.

Hope Town is still a bit far away from Singularity City. When the alliance comes to help the poor, there will be no clue what will happen. And what if he is accused of being an accomplice and tried?

Coming here to surrender now is undoubtedly the best choice.

But to be honest, Ma Hechang had no choice. He himself was a fruit addict. If the Alliance does not allow them to grow Naguo on this land in the future, even if he can endure it, other residents may not be able to quit.

Since Hope Town is already in a mess, it would be best for both yourself and the villagers to sell this land to the lord for a good price before it rots.

Of course, it was not easy to persuade the residents of the town to leave their hometowns, and it took him a long time to finish their ideological work.

Zheng Liushu felt dizzy for a while when he heard how miserable he was, and finally waved his hand to let them go.

Although this settlement was not originally intended for them, the administrator's orders were there after all——

Anyone who feels they need to be taken into custody is a target of its containment, and anyone who takes the initiative to leave here will no longer be taken into custody.

Maybe when they've had enough of living here, they'll leave on their own.

"You should think clearly before entering. This settlement is actually an AI-managed shelter. Its function is to help the rescued survivors gain the ability to feed themselves, and to help those who cannot quit the addiction on their own. Get rid of that thing... It would be best if you have the ability to quit that thing yourself, you don’t have to come here.”

Looking at the survivors heading towards the gate, Zheng Liushu reminded him out of duty.

Many people hesitated after hearing these words. After a while, the crowd raised a hand hesitantly.

"Is the food in charge here?"

Zheng Liushu nodded.

"No problem, but you have to work every day."

Then immediately there was someone else.

"Want money?"

Zheng Liushu shook his head.

"Need not."

When the survivors heard that there was such a good boy, they all smiled with relief and headed towards their future home.

On the contrary, Mayor Ma, who had been pleading with his nose and tears for a long time, was still here, holding a round package wrapped in linen in his hand, with a flattering smile on his face.

To be honest, Zheng Liushu didn’t like this guy.

When he first came here, he didn't know much about the situation in Hope Town, but he heard that most of the settlements here had cooperated with the Torch Church.

However, he didn't want to make things difficult for a poor refugee, so he spoke in a business-like tone.

"Anything else?"

Ma Hechang nodded quickly and said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, sir, I have something to offer you!"

Zheng Liushu immediately became serious when he heard this. He thought this guy wanted to bribe him, so he immediately took a step back.

"I don't want your stuff, put it away!"

"No, no, no, this must be given to you." Ma Hechang stepped forward reluctantly and untied the package in his arms.

The moment he saw the package, Zheng Liushu held his breath subconsciously, as did several soldiers next to him.

Wrapped in linen, he saw a bloody head.

His brows furrowed slightly, he looked at Ma Hechang and asked in a serious tone.

"…What do you mean?"

Seeing that the adult didn't notice, Ma Hechang quickly wiped the blood from the head with his sleeve and explained.

"Sir, this is a mutant child."

Zheng Liushu was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

"How come you have a mutant child?"

Ma Hechang continued speaking tremblingly.

"It, it is different from other mutants, it is a mixed race... Occasionally, there will be mutants whose offspring are heirs with a little more blood, just like the mule that is born from a horse and a donkey. We previously allowed it to do business with us. "But the situation is different now, and we have completely distanced ourselves from them."

The only point he wanted to make was actually the last sentence.

But it seems that this head is too impactful, and he seems to have used too much force...

"...Okay, we know."

Zheng Liushu glanced at the bloody head, and finally said nothing, twisting his chin towards the soldier aside.

"Bury it."

He has no right to comment on the hatred between the locals and the strange tribes, but they do have the qualifications to do this.

What's more, it was a mutant. He was not interested in distinguishing the specific differences between mixed-race and non-mixed-race.

This already stinks.

He must have been dead for several days.

The soldier nodded, stepped forward and took the head.

Ma Hechang was stunned when he saw this and said quickly.

"My lord...won't you hang it up?"

Zheng Liushu replied impatiently.

"We usually only hang the mastermind and hang it for public display. After the body becomes smelly, we take it down and burn it. Is there any point in hanging it?"

Ma Hechang nodded and felt that it made sense, but he was still a little worried and couldn't help but tell the officer in front of him.

"Don't be merciful and let those people go. They have done us terrible harm."

"Don't worry, our managers have their own arrangements."

"You can get a shelf, hang them up, drill a small hole in the top of the head, insert a cotton wick and light it, so that it can slowly burn for a few more days."

"We will consult with managers on their recommendations."

"It would be nice if you could hang that shelf here... Of course, I'm just suggesting it." Sensing that the officer was a little impatient, Ma Hechang was too embarrassed to ask if he needed anyone to help with the work, and quickly closed the door. Mouth is wet.

Watching the guy go away, the soldier on duty couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

"Why does this guy have so many problems? Let's just build him a theater with two chairs and let him sit on it and enjoy it."

His name is Yang Gaoshan, and he is also a refugee who survived the Bone Chewing Rebellion.

However, unlike Lao Zheng, who was already a captain, he had been making bullets on the assembly line of a military factory before, and it was only a few months ago that he joined the First Corps.

"Perhaps his relatives died in this disaster?" the taller soldier next to him said casually.

His name was Wu Pangfei. His original home was near Luoye Ridge. He was later captured by the army as a young man. After being rescued by the alliance, he joined the army.

Yang Gaoshan looked at him incomprehensibly.

"But what did he do? Wait there? Beg us to take him in after everything is over? Then point fingers at us? I'm not saying he's not pitiful enough, I just want to ask what qualifications does he have to make demands? He is with us Did he fight, or provide us with food or ammunition? Or is he an Alliance citizen?"

He agreed to help these poor people out of morality, but he hated that guy's natural look.

This is not a conflict.

Zheng Liushu glanced at his two subordinates and said casually.

"Everyone is like this. If you treat him well, he will want you to be better. If you don't meet the standard of a saint in his mind, he will think that all your previous good intentions are like a prostitute. Don't worry, we are originally We don’t come here just to be helpful, although in the end we helped some poor people.”

Whether it's to end the wasteland or for the safety of the Alliance, this is far from being helpful.

Yang Gaoshan was still a little angry.

"Poor people... I really don't feel sorry for them at all, and I don't think they are innocent at all. It seems that they have no choice, but since fifty years ago, which thing has not been their own choice? Get it out. Such a big mess, the stench can be smelled 800 kilometers away. If it were me, I would let them fend for themselves here. We still have a mountain of problems waiting to be solved at home! "

Zheng Liushu sighed.

"You are too extreme. If our managers really do this, their troubles will turn into our troubles sooner or later."

Yang Gaoshan said immediately.

"I didn't say that the manager did a bad job. I will always be loyal to his decision. I just think these people are not worth saving."

"There are guerrillas fighting side by side with us in Xizhou, there are rebels in the desert who will not surrender, and the workers of Boulder City have stood up, but what about them? They provide slaves to mutants on a regular basis! Please let us take the little princess. Give it back to them! It’s like it’s all our fault!”

"The only one who is still resisting is the iron tower from the neighboring province in the south! How can the mayor of that town have the nerve to make demands on behalf of his fellow townspeople and us?"

Zheng Liushu didn't speak. To be honest, he didn't like Mayor Ma very much. The veteran on the side coughed lightly and said.

"So we just do what we should do. The managers did not ask us to pamper them, nor did they take them back to raise them, but let them rebuild their homes here. Okay, that's the end of this topic. Well...it's just that I still have some doubts about bionic people, are they really that reliable?"

He was a mercenary in Boulder City in his early years. He initially fought for the Alliance because the Alliance gave him bargaining chips. It was only after a funeral that he actually joined the Alliance and transferred to the regular army.

He has lived in Boulder City for a long time and is more worried about the potential risks of android technology than the survivors of Dawn City.

Ibers is an android, and that guy did a lot of harm to people when he was an accomplice of the nobles.

The Dragon Blood Potion is that guy's masterpiece.

In order to have more awakened people and greater economic benefits, he did not hesitate to explore the awakening potential of the servers at the expense of their disability rate. Before the bankruptcy of Boulder City Bank and its banknotes, many people were carrying huge loans and struggling to survive in the bad environment.

Zheng Liushu thought for a while and said.

"That guy's not reliable, but he's just right for them."

The veteran said doubtfully.

"Just right?"

"Um."

Recalling what he heard at the work meeting before departure, Zheng Liushu continued.

"The specially-made bionic people of Kangmao Group provide them with a step-by-step life. They will get up on time at 1 o'clock every morning, start work at 7 o'clock, take an hour's lunch break at 12 o'clock and continue working, and finish get off work at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. There are also two hours of reading class, and they will turn off the lights and go to bed at 10 o'clock in the evening. They will have fixed tasks at a fixed time, and there will be corresponding punishments if they violate it. "

Although the punishment was not serious, it was just squatting in a small dark room.

Yang Gaoshan counted on his fingers, paused and said.

“…why do I think this worksheet sounds good?”

Wu Pangfei was also stunned.

"Then what should we do if they work for foreigners? Do we, the workers, support them?"

"How is it possible? We are not a wishing machine," Zheng Liushu said with a smile, "We will build a railway to here, supply them with the materials needed for production, and help them clean up those green things. , But they also have to plant some cash crops for us, otherwise what do you think I mean by working? "

Yang Gaoshan couldn't help but ask.

"But what if they are lazy?"

Zheng Liushu said with a faint smile.

"Don't think that the android can't see this little bit of cleverness. That guy is actually very clever."

Although they do not need to participate in management work, their superiors mentioned it at the previous work meeting on Singularity City.

In order to ensure the enthusiasm for production, the AI ​​called Hanshuang has defined three levels of living standards. The lowest level is basic subsistence, and is aimed at players who continuously fail to meet the KPI assessment standards. The middle level means adequate nutrition, while the highest level means living a prosperous life.

If there is a surplus in the trade between Singularity City and the Alliance, Hanshuang will deduct the part used to improve productivity and purchase a part of the consumer goods that improve life and provide them to residents with middle-end and highest-end living standards in proportion to encourage production.

Yang Gaoshan thought for a long time and couldn't help but say.

"Why do I feel that it still sounds a bit too good..."

Zheng Liushu shrugged.

"We'll see after some time. It's too early to say this now."

This guy seems to be oversimplifying the problem at first glance.

The survivors in this settlement are not ordinary people, but addicts who will enter a "fugue" state from time to time.

Among them are 10,000 "primitives" who have just been rescued from their cages.

In order to prevent everyone from collectively entering a withdrawal reaction and causing a complete stagnation of production work, Singularity City will lift the restrictions on human use of the psychic intervention device to a certain extent, and plant a small amount of narcotics to supply part of the addiction in a gradually decreasing manner. If you are ill, please go to the Alliance Biological Research Institute to find a medical treatment plan.

Due to many special circumstances, this place is not fully compliant with Alliance laws, and they have not obtained Alliance citizenship status.

Wu Pangfei: "Is there no specific deadline?"

Zheng Liushu thought for a while and said.

"I don't know, at least until the trouble in Haiyada Province is solved, I guess we will all need such a buffer zone... But the manager said that if someone wants to get out from here, register his biometric information and let him leave, but when he gets out, Don’t come back again.”

In essence, Singularity City is a large-scale containment facility managed by AI. It can prevent the influx of large numbers of infected people from disrupting the existing order of the alliance, and at the same time reduce the demand for resources by local survivors to an acceptable minimum.

The restriction of entry only once is necessary to prevent people from treating this place as a sanatorium and coming here to eat fast for a few days if they are unhappy. How can that be done?

But to be honest, even if he believed in the manager's decision and believed that this arrangement was the best choice for those giant babies, he actually had some doubts in his heart.

Having lived in Dawn City, he really doesn't know what kind of virtue Ibos is, but he knows about Hanshuang...

…

The old site of Hope Town.

The entire street was deserted, with not a trace of human beings in sight, and no signs of living creatures at all.

However, judging from the situation on the street, people here were not in a hurry when leaving. They carefully searched for everything they could take away before leaving.

Apparently they had no intention of returning.

The town has been completely abandoned.

However, at this moment, there were two uninvited guests standing at the gate of the town.

"Is this village deserted?"

"It should be 㱕."

"It's a pity that there are still so many good cultivated fields." Seeing that the place where he fought before has been abandoned, Xinghe Bujumeng's face was somewhat sad.

The same goes for Luo Yu standing nearby, but he can understand the choices of people here.

"It's not a pity. Before the treatment, normal crops can't be grown in this field... everything that grows will be corroded by the mycelium."

Xinghe looked at him in confusion.

"Isn't the nest already destroyed?"

Luo Yu nodded.

"That's true, but those hyphae will not disappear out of thin air. They just retreat from the third stage to the second stage."

Xinghe sighed.

"If you step on a cockroach to death, the eggs will be scattered everywhere."

Luo Yu said.

"But thinking on the bright side, at least its scale will not continue to expand. As long as enough Camu trees are planted, the synthetic oil will burn the land, and the remaining ash may be used as fertilizer... Just like those Like being rolled across the land by a flaming weeder."

"Really..." Xinghe nodded thoughtfully, then looked at him curiously and continued, "By the way, brother, what are you looking for here?"

We happened to meet each other on the airship, and he followed me without asking.

Luo Yu scratched his head.

"A person...well, actually can't be considered a person."

Xinghe was stunned for a moment.

"...What is that?"

Not knowing where to start, Luo Yu sighed after thinking for a moment and said simply.

"When I first came here, I thought that brother was a mutant, but after thinking about it, he was actually a poor person who was harmed... I want to at least apologize to him."

Maybe there are some side quests?

For example, what are the treasures of mutants?

If possible, it wouldn't be a bad idea to take him in as a follower.

He didn't really like teaming up with other players, preferring to explore the wasteland alone. If Xinghe hadn't insisted on thanking him for his previous help, he would have planned to come quietly alone.

Not knowing that this guy disliked him for being in the way, Xinghe was still racking his brains to help him seriously.

"Do you remember its name?"

Luo Yu: "I didn't ask at the time."

Xinghe sighed.

"Then there's nothing we can do. Hope Town has been refreshed and it's hard to even find an NPC to ask. I'm sorry... Why don't you go to the Aite Planning Forum and ask?"

Luo Yu thought for a while, shook his head and said.

"Forget it, don't bother him with such personal matters."

Maybe this was just an incident on the way to the one hundred thousand silver coin mission, or maybe he missed a branch line that might be fruitful.

That's it for RPGs that can't be saved.

If you miss it, you miss it.

But no matter what, he was quite satisfied with this adventure, and miraculously survived in the end.

Although he was only a little bit close to death.

Although there was no extra medal for clearing the level in one life, he still felt a sense of accomplishment.

After all, death is the norm in this land, but living is unusual.

"Give me some time."

Seeing Luo Yu pull out the dagger and walk towards the town gate, Xinghe was stunned for a moment and asked.

"What are you doing? Convenience?"

"Tsk, don't worry about it, just wait for me here."

Luo Yu walked to the entrance of the town alone and stopped. After thinking for a while, Luo Yu carved a word "僢" in a conspicuous place with his dagger.

Because it is left to NPCs.

He 㳎㱕 is a Chinese language.

"You should have warned the people here that day, right? Thanks my friend, otherwise even if we caught up, I'm afraid not many people would have survived."

"My name is Luo Yu. If you see this character, can you leave your name next to it? Next time I pass by here, I will come and take a look."

As soon as he carved the word "墢", Luo Yu suddenly felt a little regretful.

He dared to say that if this was seen by other players, the next time he came back, he would be assigned some weird and weird human-linked transliteration names.

For example, Mr. Xiaochuan came here and said something.

Luo Yu crossed out that one with a wry smile, thought about it, and wrote at the back.

"If I didn't say it, if we meet again in the future, I'd better ask in person."

Putting away the engraved dagger, Luo Yu nodded with satisfaction, which finally brought this adventure to an end.

When the wave of the year is over, he plans to go to that tavern to take on a new mission and visit more distant places.

Picking up the rifle that was lying aside, he stepped on the ruts left by the wheels at the intersection in front of the door, and joined the galaxy waiting not far away.