This Game Is Too Realistic

At North Gate of Bett Street.

Looking at the guns and ammunition being transported in the wagon, Old Walter, who was watching the prisoners, clicked his tongue, having mixed feelings. "If that guy had distributed the guns earlier, he wouldn't have lost."

The Bett Street survivors had never touched a gun before, because their esteemed Town Mayor had no intention of giving them one.

As for the reason, it was quite obvious.

Compared with those marauders who could be appeased with money, the starving scavengers under his feet were what he was really afraid of.

Old Charlie, who had just returned from comforting the survivors, happened to hear these words. He replied casually with a faint smile. "The result would be the same."

"Why?"

"Do you have faith?"

Old Walter was taken aback. "Faith?"

"They have." Charlie said meaningfully, looking at the blue-coated people who were full of energy and sticking to their posts.

The reason why this world became a wasteland was never because of powerful weapons, but the despair of witnessing the collapse of heaven.

Before he was sold here, he had seen a rich man who used androids to plow his fields, a war madman who installed a nuclear fusion engine on an airship, and he had also seen a manic who installed eight robotic arms onto themselves and turned themselves into an octopus.

Many of his compatriots who came out of a shelter with him were still very good people before the gate opened, but went crazy not long after they came out.

There were also many who chose to commit suicide because they couldn’t accept the cruel reality.

But these blue-coated people seemed to be on the other extreme side.

How should he put it...

They seemed to be optimistic. So much so that it didn’t seem normal.

Old Charlie couldn't figure out how to describe them.

But there was one thing he was certain of. If even the despair of the collapse of heaven couldn’t destroy them, then there must be some kind of strong belief in their hearts.

Not knowing what old Charlie was thinking, the two players standing guard at the gate were chatting nonsense to kill time.

"I have the following six views on the situation of Afghanistan..."

"You are right, but the resident population of the Vatican is 800 people, and there are 47 million kangaroos in Australia alone. If the kangaroos decide to invade the Vatican, then each Vatican will need to fight 58,750 kangaroos."

"Say, that old man seems to be looking at us?"

"Does he have a mission for us to do?"

"It doesn’t look like it. There is no exclamation mark on the map, and he doesn't wear a VM."

"Then forget it. Just ignore that old guy... By the way, where was I?"

...

The generator that powered the castle was located on the first floor. It was the same one Chu Guang bought from Liszt, a combination of Wood powered generator and a gas generator.

However, the power of this Wood powered generator was much higher than the one that Chu Guang bought before. With four feed inlets connecting to four huge cylinders, its maximum output power could reach 150KW!

Thinking that it was really a waste to put the generator in this castle, Chu Guang decided to bring it back to the outpost.

At present, the "grid" power of the outpost was only 10KW, and it was already a strain to power an active matter extractor.

150KW on the other hand could allow him to do a lot of things!

But Chu Guang had to use it first before moving it back.

The players expertly stuffed the firewood into the feed slot, pulled the electric switch, and as the generator started working again, the lighting in the castle was restored.

With a sledgehammer on his back, Chu Guang stepped into the castle and took the elevator directly to the top floor.

According to players’ reports, the top floor was the old town mayor's study.

Chu Guang told them not to rummage through the things there, and wait until he came.

These players did so obediently, but except for the study, the walls were almost torn down by them.

The elevator stopped steadily.

Looking at the fireplace directly opposite and the neatly stacked triangular piles of firewood in the fireplace, Chu Guang couldn't help but smack his lips.

"It's so damn corrupted."

Even the corridors are heated!

Does this old leech usually not wear any clothes at home?

The image in his mind was a bit too much for him to handle, so Chu Guang decided that it would be better not to imagine it.

Passing through the carpeted corridor, Chu Guang went straight to the study room he marked with a special marker on the VM map.

It was more like a collection room than a study room.

In addition to displaying s, poetry collections, and cooking recipes from the pre-war era, there were also some bizarre gadgets and ornaments on the shelves.

Chu Guang reached out and took out a small brass-colored pistol from the bookshelf. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while before aiming it at the wall beside him. However, after pulling the trigger, only a small flame burst from the muzzle.

"It’s a lighter?"

In addition to a lighter with the same shape as a pistol, there was also a Beetle clock made of golden mainspring and gears, which looked very valuable.

Chu Guang even found several gold bars in a rusted iron box.

It seemed that in this area of Qingquan City, gold was not a rare thing, at least not as valuable as those colorful chips.

Otherwise, it would not have been thrown here.

"Tsk, this miser."

"He didn't leave any chips for me!"

After looking at his trophies for a while, Chu Guang put these flashy things aside, and his eyes fell on the radio on the desk.

Stepping forward, he reached out and pressed the switch.

After a short pause, melodious and soothing music along with noisy electric sounds quickly floated out from the old speaker.

Chu Guang was surprised. "There is actually a signal?"

Is it from Boulder City?

Or another survivor settlement...

Chu Guang was planning to adjust the radio and see if there were other channels.

However, just as his hand touched the black knob, the melodious and soothing music stopped abruptly, replacing by a glib host.

"...We now interrupt the program with a piece of breaking news: A conflict has erupted in the northern outskirts of Qingquan City, involving approximately a hundred individuals. A group, possibly refugees from the north, wielding rifles made from water pipes, attacked a local settlement of survivors. Among their arsenal, the most advanced weapon was an oddly fashioned smoothbore cannon."

"Tsk, it's so barbaric. We saw those refugees blowing up the gate of the locals with black powder, smashing their heads with the butts of their guns, and hanging men on the gate. All the women from one year old to fifty years old were tied up by them and dragged to the dark alleys... tsk tsk tsk, these people are reality barbaric beasts."

Chu Guang: "...?"

Is this host on drugs?

Why is he talking nonsense?

The window of the study room faced the fifth-ring line in the north of Qingquan City.

Chu Guang peered out of the window, only able to discern vaguely rows of uneven, twisted high-rise ruins, along with the wreckage of overpasses and bridges in the distance.

The further urban areas were either blocked or blurred by winter fog.

"...they can actually see this place from Boulder City?"

Or did they set up an observation station along the fifth-ring or on a high-rise building, observing in the dark with a large telescope?

Interesting. Chu Guang's eyebrows were slightly raised.

The sound on the radio continued to play.

After the news about the barbaric deeds of refugees in the north, the host of the radio station changed the conversation again and planted an abruptly in the news.

"The ongoing turmoil in the northern part of the River Valley Province is threatening the security of the southern region. The Boulder Arms Industry kindly reminds you that guns are the foundation of life. For your safety, we solemnly recommend our latest product - Salamander Assault Rifle, Dragon Fruit Grenade Launchers, and Crowbar Bread from the cafeteria of workshop one.”

“If even they can’t keep your neighbors peaceful, we also provide a range of military outsourcing services including persuasion and mediation.”

“As long as you have enough chips in your pocket, the mercenaries of Boulder City will never let you down!"

...

[Mission: Liberation of Bett Street (Completed)]

[Description: The flag of Shelter 404 flutters above the castle on Bett Street. Our enemy ran away, dropped his weapons, and surrendered. Although the whereabouts of the old leech are unknown, it does not matter. The people of Bett Street will thank us and they will embrace a better tomorrow.]

[Rewards: 50 silver coins, 100 contribution points, one chance to draw a lottery, a bottle of 330ml wine, and a thank you from Xiaoyu. ]

At noon.

Almost at the same time, players received a notification of the completion of the mission, and the players standing in front of the castle all showed surprised expressions on their faces.

"Huh?! Am I seeing things? What is a lottery chance?"

"My goodness, the internal test hasn't finished yet, but they have already created a lottery function!"

"I guess the next function will be to draw cards!"

"Game company: Testing the money-making system is also one of the most important things in the alpha testing stage. Don't play if you're upset. Smh."

"Let me try it! Haha! I got a brass pistol… lighter?!"

"Lol, let me try it too… What the fuck! How the hell did I get shofar potatoes!"

"Hahahahaha, you have shity luck!"

Of course.

Not everyone was busy with the lottery either.

Like a certain girl with short hair.

"Xiaoyu's thanks! Woohoo, how would Xiaoyu thank me?! Will she give me a hug? Can I pick her up and kiss her?"

Sisi, who was standing beside her, sighed and poked Tail's arm with the butt of her gun. "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you are too perverted, you will be kicked out of the game."

Chu Guang had asked Little Seven to develop the lottery function last night. He hadn't found a chance to use it, so he decided to test it in the mission reward.

So far, the feedback from players seemed to be good?

Although the prizes in the prize pool were all gadgets that would not affect the balance of the game, the occasional excited shout of one or two lucky players could always push the atmosphere of the scene to another level.

To Chu Guang's surprise, judging from the reactions of players, the widely recognized SSSR was actually not an iron-barreled rifle that was worth 150 silver coins, but a useless brass pistol.

The brass-colored appearance looked very "rare", and the cool shape was even more attractive.

The only downside was that it couldn’t kill anyone, and it could only be used to light a cigarette. After all, this thing was a lighter.

However, it didn't matter!

Anyone who had played "The Division" knew that weapons with names were not necessarily better than those orange gears, but everyone would still keep them as collectibles and use them on the forum to deceive newbies.

Wasteland Online was the same.

"Legendary" weapons wouldn’t give any damage bonus to bullets, whether it was Cha's submachine gun or Bear's shotgun. Other than having a unique story, they were no better than those iron-barreled rifles bought from Boulder City .

Of course, to say that the lighter of the old leech was completely useless was not entirely true. After all, the players in the outpost mainly rely on matches to light fire.

This lighter with piezoelectric ceramics was still relatively "high-tech".

Brother Mosquito, who got a shofar potato, shouted angrily in the square.

"Bad review! I will definitely leave a bad review! Why don't we hold an auction this time! I want the lighter of that old leech!"

The players around looked at him with a gloating smile.

You got what you deserved!

Now that there is no auction, the good loot finally won’t be hoarded by rich players.

[Makka_Pakka] who got the lighter was so happy that he almost wanted to wear VM around his neck to show off.

"Do you want it? I can sell it to you for 1000 silver coins. Just this time only, don’t miss it."

"Screw you! You want to sell a lighter for 1000 silver coins! Are you crazy!?"

Who the hell had that much money?

Brother Pakka raised his eyebrows smugly.

He didn't plan to sell it at all, and the price was of course not real.

"1000 silver once, 1000 silver twice… Why didn’t you raise your hand? No? Very good, now it's 1500."

Mosquito: "%￥#@!"

After the task was completed, the rewarded silver coins and contribution points would arrive immediately on players’ accounts.

As for the prizes drawn and the wines awarded by the mission, they would need to wait until they returned to the outpost and collect them in the NPC's warehouse.

After all, it was better to save the drink for the victory banquet.

If the wines were distributed to the players now, Chu Guang was really worried that these idiots would drink them immediately and get drunk on the spot. And then he would have to arrange for someone to carry them back.

That would be just making trouble for himself.

In addition to the rewards that everyone would receive, some players who performed additional tasks would also get additional rewards, and this part of the rewards was mainly composed of silver coins and copper coins, which would not affect the balance and would not make the players who did not get this kind of reward feel that it was not fair.

In fact, Chu Guang had recently been thinking about developing an additional military merit system in addition to the contribution system, and producing some electronic versions of medals and ranks to further differentiate the growth paths of Life Profession players and Combat Profession players.

However, other problems would arise in this new system.

Sure enough, he needed to wait when there were more people in the future, and when he needed players to go outside to expand their territories before considering enriching this part of the gameplay.

Castle gate.

Chu Guang found Old Charlie and asked him to do a quick inventory check of Bett Street's supplies.

For this work, Old Charlie could be said to be very familiar with it. He quickly found the account book left in the warehouse and took Chu Guang to the granary to check.

"Bett Street's granary has a total of 8,000 kilograms of shofar potatoes, 12,000 kilograms of green wheat, 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, 800 kilograms of dried meat, 30 kilograms of coarse salt, and two sacks of pepper and peppercorns... All materials are recorded in this account book. There is a record of every withdrawal of materials, you can have a look at it."

After saying that, Old Charlie respectfully handed the crumpled account book to Chu Guang.

After Chu Guang took the account book, he glanced at it roughly.

What surprised him was that in addition to the grain reserves, there were actually two packs of 500g refined salt and 20 kilogram of white sugar in the warehouse.

There was even soy sauce and vinegar!

The old leech's food reserve was rather too good.

"What about material reserves other than food and ordnance?"

Old Charlie replied respectfully. "The warehouse is mainly stocked with furs for trade, which can be found at the back of this account book. But after the Liszt caravan visited last time, and the people from Bloodhand Clan came here to extort the town mayor again, there's not much left."

"In addition, there are 173 chips in the grocery store, and a fur of a hyena cub. Although it is not in the account book, I have already packed it for you. They are on the table right in front of the warehouse."

Chu Guang nodded.

173 chips was still a lot of money.

As for the batch of furs that the old leech gave the Bloodhand clan, they were currently in his warehouse at the moment. Some of them seemed to have been bought by Teng Teng to make clothes, which many players were currently wearing at the moment.

Just when he was about to ask old Charlie to take him to the warehouse, a player whose face was covered with dirt came over from the direction of the castle.

"Administrator!"

Looking at Midnight_pubg who came back alone, Chu Guang had roughly guessed the result, but he still looked at him and asked. "How's the situation?"

Midnight_pubg replied with a look of shame. "... When we went down, there was an explosion in the secret tunnel, and then the sewage flooded the tunnel, reaching the soles of our shoes. We continued to move forward, and soon encountered a few frightened rats and mutant cockroaches... After solving that, we tried to remove the collapsed gravel with a shovel. But the wooden beam of the tunnel was broken, the more we removed, the more areas began to collapse so we had to withdraw."

Sewage?

It seemed that the underground passage of this wine cellar should be connected to the sewer of Qingquan City. When the old leech ignited the explosive, it was estimated that the sewage pipe buried nearby was blown up.

After listening to Midnight_pubg's report, Chu Guang didn't blame him, just nodded. "I see, you have done a good job, you don't have to blame yourself."

If they couldn’t capture him, there was no point to blame the players.

The survivors of Bett Street already knew the crime of the old leech. Whether he was still alive or not, there was no way people here would let him come back.

After speaking, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swiped on the VM screen, clicking "Confirm Completion" for the player's task.

After watching [Midnight_pubg] leave with joy, Chu Guang looked at Old Charlie and tossed over the account book to him.

"I will take away most of the things in the warehouse. As for the food, I will take half of it, and the rest will be kept here for the time being for the residents of Bett Street to buy. You can keep the account book, I will have someone check it regularly."

"In addition, the official currency of Bett Street will change to copper coins and silver coins from now on. The previous chips can still be used, but they can no longer be actively put into the market. In the future, if people want to buy or exchange something from you, you will directly pay them silver coins and copper coins."

It may be difficult to implement a new currency at the beginning, but Chu Guang would use the price lever to influence people’s decision.

When the same item would be cheaper to buy with silver coins, survivors naturally would tend to trade in the new currency.

After hearing Chu Guang's order, Charlie immediately understood what he meant and nodded. "I understand what you mean."

Chu Guang nodded.

At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly remembered that there was one important thing that he hadn’t mentioned. So he cleared his throat, raised his volume, and continued with a solemn expression. "The tyranny has been overthrown, and the survivors of Bett Street will usher in a new order."

"From now on, you are the new town mayor."

"I will pay you 400 silver coins each month, and your first task is to draft a list of rules as Bett Street's first law. In the future, everything here will be done in accordance with the law."

Charlie was a little surprised.

Although he had guessed that Chu Guang would probably ask him to help him clean up the mess here, the salary and the law honestly exceeded his expectations.

Does this administrator still think that there is still hope in this world?

Although his heart was full of confusion, Old Charlie didn't say anything, just bowed his head respectfully and happily accepted the appointment.

"I will follow your orders, sir."

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