This Game Is Too Realistic

At North Gate of Baker Street.

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

The Baker 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 what Old Walter said. 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 do." Charlie said meaningfully, looking at the blue coats who were full of energy and sticking to their posts.

The reason the world became an endless wasteland wasn’t because powerful weapons caused destruction everywhere. Instead, it was the despair that everyone witnessed when the heavens they had believed in collapsed.

Before he was sold to Baker Street, 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.

Those blue coats 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 their despair 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 among themselves to kill time. Naturally, the content of their conversation was complete garbage. ŗÁŊȪ𐌱ЕＳ

"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 a wood powered generator and a gas generator.

However, the power of the wood powered generator in the castle was much higher than the one Chu Guang bought before. With four feeding 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 the castle, Chu Guang decided to bring it back to the outpost.

At present, the power grid of the outpost was only 10KW, and it was already a strain to power an Active Matter Extractor.

150KW could allow him to do a lot of things!

Of course, Chu Guang needed to use it to do something before moving it back.

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

With his hammer 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. However, they truly followed his instructions to the letter. Other than the study, they basically tore down every wall in their way.

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 anything like 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 novels, 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 shaped 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 gold wasn’t that valuable in the area. At least, it wasn’t as valuable as those colorful chips.Otherwise, it would not have been thrown around.

"Tsk, this miser."

"He didn’t leave any chips for me!"

After looking at his trophies for a while, Chu Guang put those 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 static came from the old speaker.

Chu Guang was surprised.

"There is actually a signal?"

Is it from Boulder Town? Or is it from 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, replaced by a glib host.

"... We now interrupt the program with a piece of breaking news: A conflict has erupted in the northern outskirts of Clearspring 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."

"... Huh?” Chu Guang was actually speechless after hearing what was said.

Is this host on drugs? What kind of shit is he talking about?

The window of the study room faced the fifth-ring in the north of Clearspring 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 Town?"

Or did they set up an observation station along the fifth-ring or on a high-rise building, observing everything from a distance?

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 advertisement abruptly.

"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, the Salamander Assault Rifle, Dragon Fruit Grenade Launchers, and Crowbar Bread from the cafeteria of workshop one.”

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

“As long as you have enough chips, the mercenaries of Boulder Town will never let you down!"

...

[Mission: Liberation of Baker Street (Completed)]

[Description: The flag of Shelter 404 flutters above the castle on Baker 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 Baker 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.

"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… Fuck!"

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

...

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