This Game Is Too Realistic-Novel

"Generator? Why are you asking about that thing?"

In the modern world, Jinling University canteen.

Looking at Professor Yan Feng who was sitting across the dining table asking questions sincerely, Professor Wang Haiyang's chopsticks stopped mid-air.

He didn't know much about Professor Yan except that he was in the physics department, and that he was about the same age as him, both around 30 years old.

He couldn't remember when he added his WeChat, and he had never chatted with him after adding him. He belonged to the Engineering Management department, and there was nothing in common with their work.

But just today, he suddenly received an invitation from Professor Yan, and had an appointment for lunch in the canteen with him, saying that there was something he wanted to ask him.

To be honest, he thought Professor Wang wanted to ask him about teaching, but after meeting him, he did not expect him to ask such a strange question.

The topic continued in an atmosphere of small talk.

Yan Feng explained.

"... I recently read a with a post-apocalyptic theme. I want to know, if a similar situation does happen, how can survivors solve the power problem?"

"Why do you take the things in the seriously? You can just wait for the author to answer your questions," Professor Wang Haiyang couldn't help but say with a smile, "but your question is quite interesting, the post-apocalyptic theme... It depends on the type of the post-apocalyptic world, and how many days it has been after the apocalyptic event."

He also liked to read s, but he only read cultivation s, rarely reading the post-apocalyptic genre.

Speaking of which, he really didn't expect that one day he would discuss the content of a with his colleagues in the university in such a serious manner.

"In terms of setting, it is two hundred years after the nuclear war."

"Two hundred years? Nuclear war?" Professor Wang Haiyang was stunned and hesitated, "That might be a bit troublesome. Unprotected electronic equipment will be damaged by electromagnetic pulses generated by nuclear explosions. The more sophisticated the instrument, the lesser the chances of it surviving. "

"Is there a way?" Yan Feng frowned.

"Yes, there are multiple ways you can go about this, in fact. For example, you can find spare diesel generators in general building complexes or restaurants. This is not very sophisticated equipment, but if it has been two hundred years... Probably most of the generators would've already been taken away by other people. Even if you are able to find one, without proper maintenance, most likely the parts inside would have aged already. Moreover, fuel is also a problem. It has been two hundred years...you won't be able to find gasoline in the gas station."

Wang Haiyang stroked his chin, thought for a moment and continued.

"But it's not completely without other methods."

"What other method?" Yan Feng asked immediately.

"Generally speaking, every car has a recyclable generator. As long as you can get the rotor spinning, it can generate a stable 12V direct current. For small-scale power generation, such as lighting, 12V voltage is also sufficient. If you can find an inverter, it wouldn't be impossible to convert DC power into 240V AC power... I mean, is it necessary to take notes?"

Looking at Yan Feng who took out a small notebook and took notes seriously, Wang Haiyang looked dazed.

‘It's just a , does he have to be this serious?'

Pushing up his glasses, Yan Feng said nonchalantly.

"Don't mind me, please continue."

Wang Haiyang: "..."

In the past, he had always heard other people say that the people in the physics department were all freaks, but he thought it was a stereotype.

Now, he was a little more convinced.

...

Wasteland.

Shelter 404.

Chu Guang slept on the floor in the residents' hall. He woke up at four o'clock in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw the pop-up window.

[Congratulations, you have unlocked the achievement "Novice Guide" (the player has been online for more than 8 hours on the first day after logging in)]

[Reward: +10 bonus points]

‘There is actually such a good thing?'

Now he could draw the blind box again.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Chu Guang opened the system and selected the [Administrator Allowance] sub-page in the interface.

After hesitating between the primary blind box worth 1 reward point and the intermediate blind box worthed 10 reward points, Chu Guang finally put all the "chips" on the buttons of the intermediate blind box, and prayed silently in his heart.

‘I beg you.'

‘Don't give me useless things!'

The azure light flickered.

Under Chu Guang's tense gaze, the alloy door on the wall of the residents' hall opened, and a plastic-encapsulated syringe appeared on the platform.[Muscle Cell Strengthening Injectant. (Permanently increase muscle strength in a small amount. Use interval: 24 hours. Effect will decrease after repeated use.)]

"Permanently increase muscle strength?"

‘This is a good thing!'

Chu Guang did not hesitate. He immediately tore open the outer packaging and took off the needle cap. However, unexpectedly, he did not see the needle.

‘How do I use this stuff?'

After pausing for a bit, Chu Guang put the front end of the syringe tube on his arm and pressed the suspected switch button at the end. He suddenly felt his arm get stung by something, and then...

There was nothing after that.

"This is it?"

Chu Guang was a little dumbfounded. He shook his arm, but didn't feel any obvious changes in his body.

‘Is it expired?'

After all, it was something from two hundred years ago...

Out of caution, Chu Guang still performed an individual check on himself.

When he got the check's result, the confusion in his heart finally settled down.

[

ID: Chu Guang

Genetic sequence: administrator

Grade: LV.5

——Basic attributes——

Strength: 9

Agility: 6

Physique: 7

Perception: 7

Intelligence: 6

]

"The progress of gene development has not changed, strength and physique have increased by 1 point… Not bad."

Under normal circumstances, if a 20-year-old adult male did not receive special training, his strength and physique were usually 5 points, the number 5 was also the benchmark value for various attributes.

In other words, the strength and physique of this one point was equivalent to 20% of the physical power of a normal adult male.

Chu Guang was now only 1 strength attribute point away from having twice the strength of a normal adult male.

Looking at the updated attribute panel, Chu Guang debated doing a few push-ups to try his new strength, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered that a new mission was updated in the [administrator log].

After opening it, Chu Guang was taken aback.

Goodness.

Before going to bed yesterday, there was only one unfinished side mission left, but the number of unfinished missions today became 20+!

The types of missions also varied.

They ranged from "hunting a mutant", "hoarding 5 tons of wood", "hoarding 100L of fresh water" and other not-so-difficult missions, to "repairing the exterior wall of the nursing home" and "repairing the wall on the second floor of the nursing home". Those latter missions were very troublesome at a glance.

The rewards also ranged from 1 point, the lowest, to 10 points, the highest.

These missions had a unified label-"daily".

"What does daily mean? Does it refresh every day?" Chu Guang couldn't help but feel confused.

However, no one could answer his confusion.

Shelter System couldn't speak. Little Seven was guarding the nursing home outside, and he was the only one in this shelter.

Chu Guang calculated silently in his heart. If he could finish all these 20 missions, he would get a total of 150 reward points.

Of course, at least three-quarters of the reward points were not so easy to get, that is, the ones he couldn't get in a day or two.

Chu Guang was lost in thought.

If these missions were all done by himself, it would definitely be exhausting. But if he left it to the players to do it, it seemed that he only needed to pay a few "contribution points".

Thinking of this, his thoughts became clear instantly.

There was a marker in the drawer of the computer desk.

Holding the pen, Chu Guang took the elevator to the surface without saying a word. After searching in the nursing home, he found a plastic board that had not been picked up and burned by the scavengers.

Brushing the dust off the plastic board, Chu Guang took a marker and drew two lines on it, wiped it off, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Good."

‘Erasable and writable.'

‘I will use this!'

After spending some time, Chu Guang picked a few missions that could be completed by the players from the [administrator log] and wrote them on the plastic board.

[Collect wood (requirement: can be used as building materials): 1 contribution point per meter. ]

[Look for a water storage container (Material: plastic, metal. Shape: bucket, pot. Requirements: the bigger the better!): 1-10 contribution points. ]

[Search for recyclable waste: 1~? contribution points. ]

[...]

"That's it!"

He took a look at the time, seeing it was 4:30 in the morning, and that there was still an hour and a half left before the agreed login time.

Chu Guang didn't stay idle. He went back to the shelter, turned on the computer and checked the backend of the official website, finding that the number of applications had actually increased by 10 compared to last night.

Now there were 35 people.

It seemed that the discussion in the group yesterday had a certain drainage effect, and ten more new players applied for the test.

However, Chu Guang determined that the number of potential players in "Bull and Horse Club" seemed to reach the limit.

After all, this was just a game group with hundreds of people. The number of active users could be counted with one hand. Maybe these 35 people were the only active people in the group.

"Should I consider changing to another promotion method?"

Advertising was not realistic. The official website of Wasteland Online was not registered in any country, and even the server may not be on the earth as well.

And there was another problem here.

Once there was larger traffic, a sizable number of "low-quality users" would inevitably flow in, that was, online trolls.

These people may just click yes for fun, or they may have accidentally ordered them.

Recruiting such players would only become a hassle.

"The requirement for becoming a close beta player must be raised…"

Chu Guang thought in his heart.

‘Later, I need to let Little Seven change the official website again. For instance, adjusting the application options from the first page to the second page, having players need to register an account, and filling in the phone number and delivery address to apply.'

‘Although this Shelter System does not seem to require players to fill in the delivery address, this can at least screen out some weak-willed players and trolling players.'

‘What if someone opens multiple devices to apply?'

‘Or simply use robots + virtual machines?'

But after thinking about it, Chu Guang threw this question away.

Since the system could accurately deliver the helmet to the players, there must be a way to identify the identities of the applicants.

It was a waste of time for him to worry about it so much.

"The new main mission has not been triggered yet, it should be that the conditions have not been met."

"Daily missions can be left aside for now, the key is the remaining 'side mission'-a generator with 10KW power is needed."

Electricity was a big problem.

For Chu Guang who originated from modern society, if there was no electricity, it was no different from living in a primitive society.

"I should think about how to solve the generator problem!"