This Game Is Too Realistic

That loud voice was like a commanding arrow piercing the clouds. Under its command, the hesitant and dull faces suddenly seemed to have found their backbone, and they were filled with righteous indignation one after another.

That's right! How about that!

Who will arrange shifts for us?!

that is!

In addition to being blushing with excitement and having a thick neck, there was also a runny nose and tears. The old man on crutches walked tremblingly in front of Quit Smoking, begging.

My lord... you are not from here and don't understand, without the farmer, we will starve to death.

Quitting smoking is also ignorant.

Ah... does that farmer still teach you how to farm?

He had seen the farmer.

Standing on the stairs pretending to be X like a fool, being manipulated like a marionette by that Luo Gan.

No matter how he thought about it, that guy didn't seem like someone with that ability!

The old men glanced at each other, looked at him and said in a low voice.

That kind of rough work doesn't need to be taught.

My lord, we only know how to farm...

The master will collect a little... but not much. The rest is enough for our family to eat, and it can be paid for by working for him. If it goes to the wasteland, it will be the end of it. Don't you Know how those mutants call us, they call us two-legged animals!

That's right, it's wasteland outside... If the master doesn't take care of us, will you take care of us?

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a servant in the manor who was next to him shouted anxiously.

We don't need you to care! Miss is still alive...she is the new owner of the farm!

Realizing his slip of the tongue, the old man quickly changed his words and shouted loyally.

That's right! Return Miss... to us!

Shouts erupted at the door.

The farmer's private soldiers stood silently watching from a distance, neither standing with them nor coming to help the alliance.

This is the request of their superiors.

Regardless of whether the nightmare last night was created by the Church of the Torch, those who have experienced it once don't want to experience the feeling of being led by the neck again.

That kind of power doesn't make sense at all.

When sinking into that indescribable dreamland, a certain melody seemed to float in his head, and then his body no longer belonged to him.

Don't talk about cannibalism.

I'm afraid that even if the alliance asked them to eat shit, they could only lie down on the ground and swallow it happily, and would not retch with nausea until they woke up.

After all, isn't that psychic interference device in the hands of those guys at the moment?

Conspiracy theory thinks, maybe I have actually been brainwashed, but because the brainwashing is not over yet, I don't know it.

Some officers did think so.

It was precisely because of this that they dared not stand up to fight for the position of the farmer, let alone ask how the lady in the manor was doing.

They will do whatever the alliance asks them to do, whether it is moving the corpse out or maintaining order, but they will never do unnecessary things.

Seeing the excited crowd, the ex-smokers were all dumbfounded, they could not speak for a long time with their mouths open.

He wanted to help them.

There is no particular reason.

He doesn't look at the problem from the manager's point of view, he just thinks they are really pitiful, and he happens to have enough food and clothing himself, a piece of equipment is more expensive than the sum of their rags.

To put it another way, do level 30 bosses need a reason to go to Xinshou Village to act aggressive? The realization of self-worth is itself a need.

But he really didn't know how to help.

That Zhao Tianqian is dead.

The survivors here can obviously discuss together how to take the next path, no matter which path they end up taking, they just need to be responsible for their own choices like adults.

However, they chose not to, and would rather put all the responsibility on an eight-year-old child who was even angry with his best friend.

In reality, at her age, she didn't even finish elementary school.

Doesn't it automatically get better as long as someone is in charge of everything?

Is it possible that as long as the responsibility and power are given to the imaginary omnipotent god, the pie will fall from the sky by itself?

What kind of idealism is this...

No, this is where you live...

Quit smoking and said dumbfoundingly.

Haven't you guys ever thought about... taking care of yourself?

That spit was drowned in the noise of mountains and tsunami.

Standing in front of the door, he didn't notice that a pair of eyes mixed in the crowd were watching all this coldly.

The man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, with a faint sneer on his face.

It's like watching a clown teaching a goat to sing, that smile is full of ridicule...

...

The annex of Pine Cone Farm.

The players who found an empty room to sit were having a battle meeting, chatting and exchanging information that had just been transferred from the official website.

The manager gave them only one reminder——

The large number of pathogens in Pine Cone Farm is a hidden danger to the plan of the Church of the Torch.

In particular, they may have learned through the eyeliners in the farm that the alliance is developing antidote and vaccine.

In order to thwart the alliance's plan and at the same time recover the experimental data that was not taken away last night, the Church of the Torch is most likely planning the next round of offensive against this settlement!

As for the information about the sanctuary, the forerunner, the apostle, the executioner, and a series of settings, everyone learned about it in the settings updated on the official website.

According to Fang Chang's speculation, it should be that the executioner and apostle they captured last night were sent to the Heart of Iron for interrogation.

But Fang Chang didn't expect that he was really fooled.

That sanctuary is really a program running in the virtual space.

And more than that.

This thing is more awesome than the general virtual space. It is a distributed computing network formed by connecting countless brains implanted with bionic chips!

Ye Shi rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly startled.

Fuck... I understand.

Kuangfeng glanced at him.

What do you know?

Simply put, this thing is like Voldemort's Horcrux! It can store part of consciousness in other people's brains!

Hearing this metaphor, Luo Yu almost choked on his saliva.

Pfft...you have a big brain.

But I do understand when I say it this way, Lao Bai rubbed his chin and said, In other words, there may be hundreds of such Horcruxes hidden in the settlement now... What the hell?

Finally realizing the seriousness of the problem, his expression changed slightly.

Good guy.

This is the full picture!

Fang Chang also looked solemn, and nodded slowly.

Theoretically, any NPC here could become Luo Gan's eyes... but fortunately, only when he enters the state of fugue can that Luo Gan personally interfere with the behavior of those chess pieces, otherwise the impact on them is to be able to communicate in his mind For a moment, or to the extent that the eyelids move.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Even so, this hang is enough to defy the sky.

...The problem now is that I don't know where the monsters will spawn. If there is another tunnel hidden in this settlement, I'm afraid we will have to fight mutants here.

Just when Fang Chang was feeling troubled, the voice of the quit smoking brother suddenly came from the public microphone of the communication channel.

Have you discussed the result yet?

Fang Chang subconsciously replied casually.

Still discussing, not so fast... What's wrong?

The voice over the communication channel was very noisy, and some chaotic shouts could be vaguely heard.

Quit smoking and said with a big face.

The survivors of this colony have blocked the gate of the manor... I feel that if we don't do anything, we may have to conflict with the survivors here.

Hearing this sentence, Ye Shi was taken aback for a moment.

The door is blocked? What's the situation?

He was obviously not the only one who was confused, and everyone else showed blank expressions.

Knowing that this matter cannot be explained clearly in a few words, Quit Smoking simply didn't explain it, and directly passed the video of the scene.

Seeing the excited crowd in the camera, all the players were stunned.

……I go.

Are these people crazy?

Ye Shi scratched the back of his head in confusion and said.

I don't understand...what the hell are they trying to do.

Master is gone...

Isn't it a good thing?

Fang Chang looked calm, as if he had expected the situation in front of him. Seeing Ye Shiyi's confused face, he said concisely.

This is actually easy to understand. Think about it, if you were a serf and the landlord died, what would be your first thought?

Ye Shi said immediately.

That must be a subfield!

Not surprised by Ye Shi's answer at all, Fang Chang said with a smile.

Of course you are a young person in the 21st century who thinks so, but the people here are not. They don't feel that the land under their feet is their own. So for various reasons, they will try to make a New farmers come out so they can keep doing the old jobs.

Ye Shi was stunned for a long time, trying to figure out why the original farmer died and a new farmer must be found.

Could there be no crops growing in the fields without the farmers?

...This is too absurd.

Looking at the dazed Ye Shi, Fang Chang said with a smile.

There is nothing absurd or not. Think about it from another angle. When Singularity City was still healthy a hundred and fifty years ago, would you be willing to go out to open up wasteland?

I didn't understand why Fang Chang asked such a question, but Ye Shi still tried to listen to him, thinking about it in the background of the game.

Go to wasteland to open up wasteland...

If he didn't have a second life, he probably wouldn't dare.

But Fang Chang didn't wait for him to struggle with the final answer, and continued almost a second before he opened his mouth.

Most residents of Singularity City are living well under the care of the War Construction Committee, but after all, it is the last few years of the War Construction Committee's lifespan, and the supply of supplies cannot always be so abundant. So the authorities promised to reduce the living expenses of ordinary residents. Ration, and give some help to those who go out to pioneer.

You are a young man with ideals. You thought it would be better to go out and try your luck than starve to death, so you risked your life and went to the wilderness of the wasteland, and dug the first place with a hoe and a shovel on the ground that was frozen as hard as steel. Well, the first field was dug out, the first house was built, and the surplus grain was exchanged for seeds, fertilizers and cattle and sheep animals in the next year...

Life has been going well so far, but at this time a group of wandering wastelanders wandered to your door, begging you to take them in.

Whether it's because of their labor force or out of sympathy, you nodded generously and agreed to let them live not far from you. Anyway, you can't plow the fertile land anyway, and it's safe if there are more people. You know very well that the environment on the wasteland is getting worse day by day, and no matter how powerful you are, you are only one person, with only two hands, and cannot use three guns.

Later, a crisis broke out in Singularity City. Mutants replaced the old humans and became the new masters. More refugees flocked to you. Although you really want to help them, you can't use your hard work to stockpile them. So I thought of a middle way—you lend them grain, seeds, and production tools, and in exchange, they need to return the next year’s grain or reclaimed land, so that both of you get benefit.

Ye Shi scratched his head.

What's wrong with that?

Looking at the puzzled Ye Shi, Fang Chang smiled and said.

There is no problem with this. The plantation economy was actually relatively progressive in the early days of the Wasteland Era. It encouraged the expansion of large settlements to a certain extent. In the era of the War Construction Committee, most settlements were unwilling to make trouble for themselves. Yes, because they have the omnipotent 'black box' of the production department.

Some small plantations, although technically immature, housed a large surplus of survivors that the settlements could no longer accommodate, and to some extent suppressed the emergence of predators.

If there weren't those plantations, after the crisis in Singularity City broke out, this place would probably become a kingdom of predators, and mutants wouldn't be the only ones who eat people. The situation would only be worse than it is now.

When talking about this, Fang Chang suddenly changed the topic.

But the problem is that, a century and a half later, locals are still running what has become a de facto settlement society by running farms.

The farmer manages the little power in his hand very carefully, hoping to use the wisdom of mortals to do things that gods can't do. Like his ancestors, he arranged everything properly. He The biggest dream in life, 80% is to occupy all the surrounding settlements. As for the development of any industry, it is beyond his imagination, or it is beyond the imagination of any nobleman, at least there must be a group of people like Boulder City. Nobles who are not full have to be fed.

Ye Shi was puzzled.

But there are also many officers here... For example, Luo Feihui who wanted to use our power to rise to the top, can't he be considered a nobleman?

Fang Chang shook his head.

He is the same as Yang He who has escaped from this farm. He just borrowed part of the power entrusted by the farmer, and he is essentially just a powerful servant.

After a pause, he continued.

However, this is not just a problem of the farmer alone. You can find that the local survivors are very careful not to take a little extra responsibility.

They hold the idea that one more thing is worse than one less thing. No matter what happens, they will accept it. They want to stick their heads in the ground so that tall people can bear it, and they want their buttocks to stick to the sky, so that they can grab a bench in time at dawn. .”

Mutants always talk about beasts with two feet on their lips, and they want to eat people with their teeth and claws. The church doesn't treat them as human beings. Tens of thousands of people will kill them if they say they want to kill them. Maybe you also look down on them from the bottom of your heart. You just stand there From the standpoint of modern people, I sympathize with their experiences...but where are the churches and mutants who don't treat them as human beings? Isn't it themselves?

Didn't you notice? This is actually the result of running in both directions. No one puts a rope around their necks because there is no need for it. The situation here is completely different from Boulder City. So don't expect a few words to remind them of themselves It’s people, this four-wheel-drive vehicle doesn’t even have a gas pedal, let’s teach them how to read first, and then give them a copy of “How the Boulder City Was Forged” to read, at least it’s good to be able to shout a few slogans.”

Luo Yu interjected.

Isn't it called The Awakened Ball?

Fang Chang coughed.

I forgot...

It's embarrassing.

His target is still the editor of that book.

Looking at Fang Chang blankly, Ye Shi's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed what he wanted to say.

He thought of the lamb.

At the last moment, that little girl didn't think about surviving by herself, she was even willing to be eaten by that lady.

And she never thought about whether her self-sacrifice was really good for that Yinyin.

eat human……

Even if you don't go crazy, it will be a lifetime of psychological shadow.

Even Lao Na, who dares to stuff anything into her mouth and yells that it doesn't matter in the game anyway, didn't dare to try what it's like to be human.

Not to mention the meat of a good friend...

In the end, she never regarded herself as an extraordinary person from the beginning to the end, even though she was so clever that she didn't look like a child at all.

For a moment, Ye Shi suddenly felt that although the Torch Church's actions were a little extreme, they were not entirely without reason.

How could these people go crazy because of Naguo?

They're not normal at all.

However, the absurdity is that this farm is a relatively normal settlement in this wasteland, far more bewildered than here.

...No wonder the Enlightenment will end the world.

Looking at Ye Shi who was muttering there, Lao Bai patted his shoulder.

Okay, don't listen to Fang Chang's nonsense, this guy is thrown into the era of prosperity, and he is likely to be a shareholder of the Enlightenment Society. If you listen to his nonsense, you will not be led into the ditch.

Fang Chang retorted dissatisfiedly.

You are slandering me. I will never do that kind of extreme thing again.

That's hard to say, you guys with good brains, who knows what you're thinking every day, Lao Bai smiled, and patted Ye Shi on the shoulder, Go and talk to that Yin Yin, let She cooperates with us.

Ah? Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, What can she do as a brat?

Luo Yu frowned at him in a malicious way.

No, you can teach her, don't you just like younger ones?

Upon hearing this, Ye Shi immediately jumped up like a rabbit whose tail had been trampled on, and glared at Luo Yu with a smirk.

Get out! I, I... like a little older than me.

Gufeng touched his chin.

Understood, no wonder...

Ye Shi blushed anxiously.

No wonder you are a hammer!

The room was full of joy, diluting the solemnity of that moment ago.

Fang Chang, who was sitting by the side, coughed, looked at Ye Shi who was eager to argue and said.

Seriously, I think what Lao Bai said makes sense. If we don't help that little girl, she will probably be driven by the people here to become the farmer.

In fact, those officers thought so.

Except for the dead Luo Feihui, the others are more inclined to support that little girl as the owner of the farm than themselves.

In this way, they indirectly controlled the farm without worrying about screwing everything up and getting into trouble, and not having to fight to the death for an unflattering position.

After all, the current situation is still unclear, and the war between the Torch Church and the Alliance has just begun, and anything can happen.

Ye Shi muttered.

Take it easy, inheriting such a large family property, maybe people will have fun secretly.

Fang Chang glanced at him.

And then messed up everything and got slaughtered by those people as a scapegoat?

Ye Shi couldn't help but said.

Then what do you expect a child to do? And didn't you say it yourself, those people are hopeless.

Fang Chang shook his head.

I never said they were hopeless. It was the torch that thought they were hopeless. I just wanted to express that 'awakening' is not something that falls from the sky. responsibility.

It's the same with that child. Of course, she can accept the power and responsibility offered by the slaves with peace of mind, but the price is to become a puppet of the servants. After all, it's not easy to be a farmer, and she didn't Isn’t it the methods of your own father?”

Of course, she still has another choice now, which is to give them back the power and responsibility that her father took away from everyone in this settlement, and exchange her voluntary withdrawal for a decent end. In this way, she still Can keep some property.

Lao Bai frowned and hesitated.

Is this too heavy for her? Alisa is almost an adult...and she is only eight years old.

Fang Chang shrugged.

This is already the easiest way. She only needs to nod her head and cooperate with us to say some scenes, and she can get a decent ending. And if she refuses our help, what she will face next That's the heaviest part.

Ye Shi looked at him puzzled.

What's the meaning?

This is a jihad against the torch belief, so the battlefield will naturally not be limited to places visible to the naked eye... I just thought of it just now. The sanctuary is actually not as invulnerable as we imagined. It can be hidden in anyone's head in, but it is impossible to hide in everyone's head, and these people are the majority on this land. If you were a manager, what would you do?

Fang Chang didn't directly answer his doubts, but asked him such a sentence instead.

Ye Shi thought hard for a long time, and just wanted to say that he didn't know, but suddenly his heart moved, thinking of that Naguo, and he blurted out almost subconsciously.

As long as the torch loses the soil for survival...

Nago doesn't kill anyone.

But it would make the soil unsuitable for old humans.

This is the foundation of all the plans of the Torch Church, just like neutron destruction is to the Enlightenment Society.

And in the same way, the Church of the Torch and their plans can be implemented here precisely because there is soil where the dirt can survive and multiply.

Then just make this place no longer suitable for their survival.

The alliance allows the survivors around them to determine their own destiny, but only if they don't mess around with others on their own territory.

But now it's clearly not the locals' own problem.

The fact that the Alliance's Steel Heart has arrived here is the most direct proof.

Seeing the alert Ye Shi, Fang Chang nodded approvingly.

Yes, as long as the majority of the land is united, the torch and its fruits will lose the soil for survival. In order to achieve this, the managers will almost certainly distribute the land that originally belonged to the farmers to Those serfs, re-establish the order in this area.

After the disaster last night, all settlements on this land have to face a single-choice question—

Is it the church or the alliance.

This war has already begun.

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