This Game Is Too Realistic

I'm very sad about your friend, sorry...It's a pity that I only inherited part of the authority, otherwise I could help you find her.

In the old radio, the deep and hoarse voice was still the same as before, but the intermittent breathing seemed to be a new injury.

not only that.

In the noisy current sound, there seemed to be a few more tinkling of metal bumps than before.

According to Yong, many things happened during the handover of the management authority of Vault 79. In addition, the Vault was in disrepair for a long time, and the security system of many rooms failed.

In short, trespassing into an unauthorized area can trigger the alarm system, causing the door to automatically lock.

Lost for so long and there is no news, it is probably a person with more than luck.

If they hadn't read Sisi's post on the forum, everyone might have believed his nonsense.

Leave aside the matter of our friends... are you really okay? Sesame Paste, who was holding the radio, whispered.

I'm fine... There were a few little mice in the office, and I've already dealt with them.

The reluctant voice was somewhat insincere.

After coughing twice, he suddenly realized something, and then spoke.

...Wait a minute, let's put aside the matter of your friends? Did you listen to what I said just now? She may have encountered something unexpected...

Understood, Tail, who had been silent for a long time, made a painful expression on his face, and tears actually came out of his eyes, We will miss Sisi!

Me too! Rourou raised his hand, but his face was serious.

It wasn't like mourning, it was like swearing.

Sesame Paste showed a troubled expression, and nodded dumbfoundingly.

I too... will miss Miss Siss.

Being unable to go online for three days is really uncomfortable, but if you want to talk about sadness...it's not at all.

If a good friend AFK, of course she will feel a little lonely and sad.

However, every day when she goes offline, she can see Sisi serializing the experiment log of Vault 79 picked up from the game on the forum. At this moment, instead of feeling any sadness, she has to hold back her laughter. sound.

...

There was noise flowing quietly in the radio, and she could probably feel the bewilderment and speechlessness flowing quietly.

She suddenly felt distressed that this was an NPC.

It's like the DM in the script killing shop.

Although they are already playing their roles with great care, it is obviously impossible to expect players to be like them...

In this quiet silence, the three of them walked to the end of the tunnel, which was the entrance of the copy.

The continuous gunfire has been far and far away, and the Death Corps has pushed the progress of the attack to the end.

The building in front of the research area has completely turned into Death Claw's lair. The scales and excrement that have molted and fallen can be seen everywhere, and have completely turned into the shape of Death Claw.

Before the players visit, the ecological environment of No. 79 underground city has been in a state of dynamic balance.

As the existence at the top of the food chain, no creature has ever invaded Deathclaw's lair.

But at this moment, this balance was torn to pieces.

Players of the strength department wore KV-1 with welded steel plates in the front row, holding a chainsaw in their hands to prevent the death claws from detouring from the side.

The player with the assault rifle followed closely behind, and the fierce firepower suppressed the death claws.

The orange-yellow ballistics opened airtight nets in the narrow corridors, and only roars and howls could pass through the nets.

The players in the back row set up 20mm light cavalry guns, and fired an armor-piercing incendiary bullet when they found the right opportunity.

With the tacit cooperation of the players, the positions of the hunter and the prey are completely reversed.

Brothers, work harder!

Rush!

Awesome!

Well, can we change the slogan to something more interesting?

? What slogan can be more flavorful than these two?

???two?

Blood was flying in the corridor, and the air was mixed with the smell of scorched paste and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The exhausted people carried the wounded to withdraw from the front line, and soon another wave of eager young players went up.

In the corridor less than 20 meters away from the front line, a group of players who had just come down from the front line were sitting on the ground.

Looking at the two scars on his chest where the bones could almost be seen, the construction site boy and Brick said cursingly while bandaging himself.

Damn... I almost died.

The drum shampoo machine sitting next to him wiped off his sweat and complained.

How many Deathclaws are there?

Ghost knows... The boy on the construction site and Brick muttered, But fortunately, the space here is narrow, and the big monsters can't be used. It's almost impossible to fight like other games! With deathclaws, I think those savages are more difficult to deal with!

It is completely different from encountering in the wilderness.

Here, the adult death claws are completely meat on the chopping board, and the juvenile death claws are actually more dangerous.

Based on his countless hunting experiences, the myriads might be more difficult to deal with here.

That kind of mollusk covered with tentacles and hands is extremely vigorous, even if it catches the shuttle of the rifle with its face, it can still move forward alive and kicking.

For hexagonal fighters like Deathclaws, the terrain that is really suitable is jungles and cities.

Especially in cities.

The Death Claw in adulthood is a terrifying existence that can hunt and kill evolutionary bodies, destroying the Awakened team...

Sitting on the ground panting for breath, Dayan suddenly spoke.

I suddenly discovered... this place is quite suitable for a fish pond.

The construction site boy and Brick were stunned.

Fish pond? What do you mean?

It means fishing!

Seeing that the good brother was still at a loss, the indebted big eyes took a breath and continued.

Isn't there a psychic interference device at the resurrection point? That thing can be used to domesticate alien species. We met Deathclaw outside before, and either we couldn't win, or if we won, the opponent ran away. It doesn't exist here. This is the problem, there are only two ends of a corridor, there is no place to run...hehe.

Hearing these words, the players sitting aside were stunned.

Fuck?! Are you catching Pokémon?

It's amazing...the intelligence department is going to rise again?

Hey, I'm not a human being, sighed the edge paddling, The whole sequence is being strengthened, but the perception system has not been moved... Is this so reasonable?!

The drum washing machine couldn't help but say.

Agreed. Ever since Switchblade came out, the intelligence department has been outrageous. No matter whether they use guns or knives, they have to rush up to fight. This guy never goes to the front line, and he outputs wretchedly behind, and his DPS is not low.

Let's cut a knife.

Seeing everyone clamoring for a knife cut, Lian Dayan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

You guys, are you so embarrassing to say? Which sequence is the younger brother in the entire Alpha version? It's just a few versions stronger... why don't you let me have a good time?

Can't you just hope that brother will be good?

The boy on the construction site and Zhuan looked at the ceiling, and muttered, Cut it off, please, plan to bully.

Big eyes in debt: @#% @!

Although it was just mentioned casually as a joke, when you think about it carefully, it seems quite interesting to regard this place as a breeding base for Deathclaws.

The way of playing pets has been around for a long time, but it has not become mainstream.

One of the main reasons is that it costs too much to raise a pet, and dead pets cannot be revived.

Raising a deathclaw is better than raising a strength-type animal. The latter is at least cheaper, and it won't feel bad when it dies. Anyway, it will be alive and kicking again in three days.

But if there is a fish pond that can stabilize SSSR, then the situation is completely different.

A death claw with autonomous combat awareness is much better than a drone that needs real-time control.

Just as the wounded who had retreated from the front line were giving bad ideas, everyone from the White Bear Knights walked over from the empty corridor.

The tail riding on the fleshy shoulders waved and greeted from a long distance away.

Oh, brothers, how is the progress of the strategy?

Swimming on the edge raised his head and responded.

There is only one last point left. I don't think it will be in the evening, but it should be done before noon.

Not bad. Tail nodded in satisfaction, Cheer up, boys! When we get the serum, let's feed it first!

Eh?! Wait a minute, why am I drinking?

Tail said with twinkling eyes.

Don't Rourou want to become a human? Don't worry, Rourou. You were so beautiful when you were a bear. When you become a human, you must be a beautiful woman!

Maybe it's still white hair!

A player suddenly interjected, and the drum shampoo machine that was drinking water sprayed out with a puff.

Damn it, now that you say it... I suddenly feel that Rourou is actually quite pretty.

Really? Tail said proudly, Our Rourou is pretty, I have her photo.

Upon hearing this, the animals were instantly excited.

What the hell.

In reality? True or false?

Good brother, share it!

Wait, is this the point! Also, the function of that serum is not sure yet! And shouldn't the serum be an injection... Rourou said dumbfounded.

Tail pondered for a while, then suddenly sighed.

Damn it! Sisi is gone... Rourou's complaint skills are not at the same level at all.

Rourou: Are you M...

Sesame Paste, who was holding the radio, smiled weakly.

Ha... haha... I feel like I can't keep up with the rhythm of young people.

Since the players communicated in Mandarin the whole time, Yong on the other end of the radio did not understand what they were saying, but felt that these people were a little too optimistic.

This is the Deathclaw lair.

Anyway, be serious!

but……

He couldn't find fault with the fighting power of these people. The few mercenaries and aborigines he lured in before didn't even break through the mutated spider's lair at the door, let alone push it all the way here.

At this moment, a mournful howl suddenly came from the direction of the stairs.

Everyone stopped talking and looked in the direction of the stairs.

At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the radio that had been silent for a long time.

Mother of Deathclaws...

There seemed to be a trace of fear in that voice.

Barely understanding this sentence, Sesame Paste asked immediately.

what is that?

...Deathclaw is a matriarchal society. Female Deathclaws tend to be much larger than males and live longer. There are a few rooms downstairs that are used as hatching nests by Deathclaw mothers, but don't worry... those The big ones won't come out, and the widest corridors here won't hold them.

Then how did they get in? Tail asked curiously.

Of course I crawled in when I wasn't that big... A cough came from the radio, Forget about those things, you don't need to go downstairs, go through the corridor in front, which is the door to the research area. There The door is open, you can just go in, and I will show you how to get the serum!

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Everyone standing here has been exposed by the drama, and already knows that this guy is lying.

don't let them go downstairs...

Is it because there is something there?

...It's not so much that there is something there, could it be because it's out of his control? Sesame Paste said suddenly, I think what he said before didn't seem like he was lying, but more like concealing part of it. the truth……

Rourou froze for a moment and said, You mean...his authority is not complete?

Resting his index finger on his chin, Sesame Paste nodded slightly.

Well, either the authority is incomplete, or the part of the area occupied by the alien species is indeed damaged due to disrepair. Otherwise, he can completely cut off that part, can't he? Most of the doors we passed along the way...are closed, right? ?”

Including the hallway where Sis disappeared.

When they went again, all the doors that were open had been closed.

The biggest difference between there and other areas is that it is not occupied by alien species.

Sesame Paste suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could it be that Yong, as the manager, lost control of that part of the area, that caused that part of the area to be occupied by alien species?

In this way, it may be the only place in the entire refuge that he can hide from that he cannot fully control...

hiss……

While saying these words, Tail glanced at Brother Edge and gave him a thumbs up.

I'm counting on you downstairs!

Paddle on the edge understood it, put the rifle on his shoulder, and said with a hearty smile.

OK.

...What are you talking about? A hoarse voice came from the radio, and he vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Those people always communicate in a language he doesn't understand, which confuses him.

What dialect is this?

He has lived for so many years, and this is the first time he heard it.

Tail: We are discussing the battle plan!

Plan... well, it is right to have a plan, but the most dangerous area has been cleared by you, so there shouldn't be any danger in the future, go quickly... get the serum and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible .”

The voice on the radio had a faint urgency.

The coveted treasure is right in front of you.

He can't wait...

...

The Polar Bear Knights went through the emptied corridor to the research area.

The players of the Death Corps spread out near the main entrance of the research area to prevent alien species from escaping from other areas.

Approaching the stairs inadvertently, paddling on the edge opened up the tentacles of perception towards the dark corridor, allowing the consciousness to blend into the darkness, and perceive the undetectable fluctuations from the weak airflow.

...the sound of a beating heart.

Muttering something softly in his mouth, he determined the target's position, loaded the rifle he had put away, and walked downstairs.

Downstairs is a dark hall, with load-bearing columns standing upright, without any lighting.

The moment he stepped on the last step, he immediately felt that the sight stuck to the back of his head disappeared.

However, when paddling on the edge followed the perceived clue and continued to move forward, the feeling of being watched suddenly returned.

stop.

Sensing that a powerful presence was approaching, he paddled to the edge and held the assault rifle tightly in his hand, carefully searching every inch of the dark corner with his eyes.

And at this moment, his gaze suddenly met a pair of amber pupils.

It was a death claw as huge as a giant dragon.

The ten-meter-long body is prostrate on the ground, and the shoulders are tightly attached to the ceiling. The most striking feature is the two ridiculously large long horns on the top of the head... In the River Valley Province, there are no ordinary death claws. of this characteristic.

The air froze for half a minute.

Wrapped in hot and smelly breath, a low and hoarse voice floated out of the mouth that could only be stuffed into a cow.

Strange, there are still living people here... How did you get here? That guy let you in?

Hearing the Death Claw uttering words, the bewildered expression on his face as he swiped at the edge of the water instantly turned into astonishment.

Damn it, garbage man?!

'Trash Lord'?

The amber pupils watched him intently.

It obviously didn't understand what he was saying, but it read the expression on his face.

...have you seen any other talking deathclaws?

Edge paddling quickly nodded.

Although I don't know why this guy can speak human language, but I seem to be triggering the hidden plot of the level?

Taking a deep breath, he tried to speak in a non-standard human language.

...we also have one in our shelter.

This death claw seemed to know a lot about the refuge, and spoke slowly.

Which shelter are you from?

Number 404.

404...

The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the death claw pondered for a while.

When paddling on the edge of the water, it felt that its eyes seemed a little dazed. Seeing that it hadn't spoken for a long time, it followed up and asked.

Are you that Yongshi?

Yongshi... what is that? But the name sounds familiar.

Suddenly, the Death Claw seemed to remember something, and breathed out from its nostrils.

I remembered, that experiment... Hehe, after so many years, someone still remembers that thing.

Edge paddling: Experiment?

The Death Claw opened his mouth slowly and continued.

The Immortal Emperor...his name—or code name is Yongshi. But that crazy plan has failed, and you can see what the outside world has become now.

Regarding this plan, edge paddling has already been read in the experiment log uploaded by Sisi to the forum, so it is not unfamiliar.

However, what puzzled him was the identity of the person in front of him.

He's not that Yong-shi, and obviously not the manager, but he seems to know it all.

What should I call you?

After a long silence, it spoke slowly.

A name? I haven't used that thing for a long time, and I forgot myself... Anyway, I have become like this, Death Claw or Mother of Death Claw, call me whatever you want.

Unable to say whether he really forgot or didn't want to mention it, he paddled on the edge of the water and gave up asking, took a deep breath and continued.

Then let me change the question...can you tell me what happened here?

What happened... That's a good question. Since you know that 'Yongshi', you must know about the experiment that Vault 79 is conducting.

Seeing the person in front of him nodding his head, the Mother of Death Claw spoke slowly and continued.

Very well, then I don't have to start from the beginning...

After the death of the first-generation manager, we adjusted our experimental thinking and adopted a more radical strategy. We turned the outer area of ​​the shelter into a research area, captured mutated creatures from the wasteland for genetic improvement, and then put them in the research area to simulate even worse conditions. wasteland environment.

This is a natural testing ground. The camera can theoretically cover every corner of the shelter, and we can fully observe the entire process of the experiment. After completing these preparations, we began to clone the unfinished experimental subjects on a large scale. And send it to the research area, record their survival rate, survival time and other indicators, and select the best individuals from them for improvement, and then repeat the experiment...

And in this process, it's not just clones that evolve, the mutated creatures we capture from the outside world also accelerate evolution under natural selection...

Standing aside, staring at VM and paddling on the edge of the subtitles, he couldn't help swallowing.

What is this battle royale?

Mother of Death Claw did not stop and continued.

We have obtained a lot of excellent samples... However, what is distressing is that although their physical functions are close to perfection, there is still a big gap from the 'eternal' we imagined. And more and more experiments The data shows that when this planet enters a new generation, human beings under natural selection will not perform as well as other alternatives... Not to mention the birth of a new civilization, perhaps in a few thousand years, the planet will You can't even see the shadow of a person.

We've heard that some shelters are researching subspecies of humans. It is said that the envisaged new humans are even more tolerant of extreme environments than cockroaches. Although we don't know if they are successful, their research ideas do give us some insight. It inspired us. If we don’t stick to the form of life, our civilization can actually continue in another form... in other forms of intelligent creatures.”

Later, we adjusted the experimental thinking for the second time, no longer sticking to clones, but expanded the options to all species in the entire research area. Soon, an excellent sample came to the fore...

Paddle on the edge and swallow saliva.

...Death Claw?

That's right, the heavy eyelids blinked, and the Mother of Deathclaw continued, It has powerful vitality and unparalleled physical functions. Even power armor is still slightly inferior to a fully developed Deathclaw... …and most importantly, it can theoretically live forever in a true sense, just by regular injections of special serum.”

Although it seems a bit unacceptable from the current point of view, it will be hard to say in a few decades. When our civilization enters a new era, when everyone embraces evolution, then' People 'should not mind what their Emperor looks like, and our mission will be fulfilled in another form... the new age will celebrate our deeds.

In the third year of the plan, we successfully cultivated an almost perfect sample that can serve as a new container for our consciousness. Through nerve transplantation, we successfully transplanted the consciousness of some residents into the eternal body.

Unfortunately, there was a small deviation in our experiment. Those samples were too smart, so smart that it was difficult to distinguish. Although we have accepted them, they are not very willing to accept us.

Because of a mistake, some of the experimental subjects broke through the area restrictions, and some even escaped outside. Among them were mutant creatures and clones who had been marginalized... You should have seen those things in the wasteland.

The source of the heterogeneity is here? !

This is a remarkable discovery.

Paddle on the edge and asked immediately.

Those death claws outside... all ran out from here?

Mother of Death Claw continued.

Most, it's not just Death Claws. Most of the early alien species in the wasteland have weak physical functions. After the improved experimental subjects escape from here, it won't take long to replace those naturally mutated alien species... Including the by-products of those experiments, including our original clones.

Clones? Paddle on the edge froze for a moment, You mean... those savages in this shelter?

Mother of Death Claw said in a calm tone.

That's right, they brought out the genes here, including the tribal culture formed in the experiment. After more than a century, you may not be able to see pure-blooded 'savages', but you should be able to find some strange people from some primitive tribes. For ordinary individuals, especially those tribal leaders.

They often have physiques that are different from ordinary people, and even show the characteristics of alienation to a certain extent... Do you think that is the ability bestowed on them by nature?

The Mother of Death Claw bared her teeth, and the arc of her mouth seemed to be mocking herself.

However, they can become leaders and continue their powerful genes in the cruel jungle... This is also the result of natural selection.

Edge paddling held his breath.

He suddenly thought of several bosses encountered in the previous version.

Including the bear of the Bloody Hand clan.

And the Golden Tooth of the Bonechewer tribe.

Their blood and the culture flowing in their blood, the source of everything is here.

I thought it was an awakening...

The Mother of Death Claw let out a muffled laugh.

Awakening? Hehe, is that what you call that phenomenon?

Staring at him while paddling on the edge, he said suddenly.

Are you a researcher here?

Researchers...well, I did participate in the experiment.

After a long silence, the Mother of Death Claw shook the long horns above her head, and suddenly said in a half-joking tone.

Stop pretending, in fact, after talking so much, you probably guessed it... I am the manager here.

Of course...some people call me the Great Horned Deer God.

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(Thanks to the leaders of I am the most amazing cat, What's the meaning of the name, Kong Xiaoyuan, Chen Zhe, ningyong2 for the rewards!!! Brother Meng, we have a hundred alliances! In addition, tomorrow Jiageng, I really didn’t catch up today...)