This Game Is Too Realistic

The subway station near the old residential resettlement site.

Surrounded by five young mutant fighters, two hunched mutants stood at the entrance of the subway station. They held white flags in their hands and looked at the armored vehicles and machine guns not far away. Anxiety and fear were written all over his face.

Those two old things are priests of the Qi tribe, one of them is Gomo, and the other's name is Henk, a representative of the Ancestral Sect.

Different from the secular faction, the ancestor faction is the first batch of mutants in Singularity City. Their views are undoubtedly extremely radical compared to Singularity City a century and a half ago, but compared to the current strange tribe, they are undoubtedly Conservative enough to drive history back.

Rather than hunting humans as prey, they are more inclined to keep the part born in the pasture as animals in captivity, and the remaining free people as slaves.

Anyway, most of the farmers in this land did the same thing, and there were very few villages like Hope Town where more than half of the free people lived.

They are even opposed to cannibalism, after all, there are foods that are more productive and nutritionally efficient, and they have promised those who are not willing to become mutants that they will at least not make them into pies... Although this promise does not make any sense, After all, the moment they win, those residents who don't want to become mutants have effectively lost all power.

In the absence of external interference, conservatives in any society will eventually gradually age, and the Qi tribe is certainly no exception.

Although the Patriarchs have mastered a series of advanced technologies including midwifery, it still cannot change the fact that more and more new generations in the tribe, and the secular faction more focused on the rights of mutants have entered the center of power. fact.

However, now, all the warriors in the entire Qi tribe who were named by Ga En have died in battle, and the rest are old, weak, sick, and young men who have just learned to snore.

As a result, the Ancestors who advocated harmonious coexistence with human beings regained power.

Although in an ironic way.

...It's useless, they won't let us go. Seeing Henk who was still looking forward to the peace talks, Gomo sighed.

There is still some chance of surviving in escaping from the city while the fog is still there, but it is too naive to think that those humans will let them go.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he was stared back fiercely by the former.

Shut up! If it wasn't for that foolhardy Gann and you lunatics who led us into the ditch, how could we have ended up in this situation!

Gomo closed his mouth as he wished, and also closed his cloudy pupils, because it was meaningless to say anything at this time.

Maybe it's been too long, that guy has forgotten how they forced the rest of the people to make a choice——

Either voluntarily become a mutant, or become a farm animal.

Once they set foot on this road, there is only one way to go to the dark, at least they have absolutely no chance to turn back.

The league seems to have made a decision.

An officer with a high rank came to the front line and gave some instructions to the officer wearing the exoskeleton.

The officer wearing the exoskeleton nodded, watched the officer go away, then took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

Seeing that scene, a trace of fear floated in Henk's eyes.

What exactly is the decision that calls for a cigarette first?

He hastily stepped forward half a step, looking at the rifles raised in warning and shouted involuntarily.

Wait, wait a minute! You may not understand, but we were human beings before! We all worked hard for the same goal! It's just that we... have a little problem here, but it's not all our fault. We all served at least one of our lives for the sake of the post-war reconstruction committee, please, we are willing to accept all your arrangements—”

In order to survive, he almost lost all his dignity. The mutant boys beside him panted lightly, their faces full of struggle and hatred.

But the officer wearing the exoskeleton didn't care, he just finished smoking the cigarette calmly, threw it on the ground and stamped it out while waving his hand impatiently.

Fire.

He had already given them a cigarette to pick up their weapons and continue fighting. If they didn't pick them up, they would die.

negotiation?

What is there to talk about with brutes.

Flames spewed out from the muzzle of the Chimera armored vehicle, and thick and long tracers instantly pierced Gomo, who had his eyes closed.

The old guy turned into a pile of minced meat on the spot, and fell to the ground without saying a word, followed by Henk who was kneeling on the ground and the group of unconvinced guys behind him.

The battle at the entrance to the subway station ended quickly.

Finally, when the cutscene CG animation was over, the eager players rushed into the subway station and began the final clean-up work.

On the task panel of the VM it is clearly written——

Not a single remnant of the Qi tribe was left behind.

And that's what they planned, especially after seeing the great achievements of those beasts...

Who the hell has worked hard for the same goal as you?

He kicked the bloody corpse, and the player who walked nearby spat on it with cold eyes, holding his rifle and continuing to walk forward...

...

Just as the corps were advancing from the entrances of the subway stations towards the underground transportation network of Jinhe City, the 1,000th team under the First Corps of the Alliance had already arrived at the eastern suburbs of Jinhe City.

In order to resettle the survivors rescued from the Qi tribe and accommodate those survivors liberated from the church, the Alliance needs to expand the Pine Cone Farm and rename the expanded Pine Cone Farm to Singularity City.

There is a ready-made psychic interference device that can be used, which will help those poor people in captivity integrate into human society as soon as possible.

According to the agreement reached between Chu Guang and Frost, it will be responsible for the management of Singularity City, and the alliance will only be responsible for defense and security.

Before the local survivors completely quit Naguo and become individuals with complete behavioral capabilities, Chu Guang temporarily does not plan to incorporate Singularity City into the alliance as the sixth settlement of the alliance. The cooperation model between the two parties will refer to Luoxia Province The way the nations currently work with the Alliance.

Although both the company and the academy were eager for him to take over the mess immediately, Chu Guang certainly couldn't agree to them.

He didn't know what the college was thinking, those people liked to play closed room politics, it was hard to figure out what they were thinking, but Chu Guang was very clear about the council's thoughts.

Once the Alliance completely takes over this settlement, everything that happens here will be the internal affairs of the Alliance, and the Council will be able to clean up the responsibilities of more than a hundred years ago. He works part-time, and they will have room to back off if any trouble is revealed.

At least until the council wipes his ass clean, Chu Guang can't take the fruits of labor of the citizens of the alliance to pay for their past mistakes.

Only by uniting one's own people can one unite others. Any union that sacrifices the interests of one's own people will always be short-lived.

After all, both the supportee and the supporter know in their hearts that this unreasonable good will not last long.

And things that are destined not to last long have no maintenance value.

The north entrance of Pinecone Farm.

Not long after the sign of Singularity City was erected, a dark group of people appeared in the north, and the long line was like a long snake.

Some people carried a bulging rucksack, and some drove several double-headed ox carts. They came from the direction of Hope Town, as if they were fleeing.

The name of the centurion on duty here is Zheng Liushu, and when he saw the group of refugees, he immediately led people to greet them.

Before he could ask, Mayor Ma Hechang, who took the lead, confessed his identity on his own initiative, then grabbed his arm, and cried about how the Torch Church united with those mutants to persecute them with snot and tears.

...The land in Hope Town can no longer grow food. I heard that you are willing to take in people who are oppressed by the torch. You should take us in too!

In fact, Ma Hechang did not tell the whole truth. The reason why he took the townspeople to flee here was certainly not because the land polluted by Naguo could not grow food.

Although this is indeed true.

In Hope Town, only Master Kong's farm and a small number of self-cultivating farmers actually cultivate land. His choice is largely a kind of speculation.

The fog had cleared outside, and the morning cannonade had ceased.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the alliance has won the conflict with the Torch Church and has become the new owner of this land.

Unlike the Church of the Torch, which is laissez-faire in plantations, the Alliance intends to rebuild Singularity City, focusing on restoring the soil eroded by Naguo with Singularity City as the center.

Hope Town is still a little far away from Singularity City, and it will be a year of the monkey when the alliance comes to help the poor, and what if he is tried for an accomplice?

It is undoubtedly the best choice to come and surrender now.

But to be honest, Ma Hechang has no choice. He himself is a Naguo addict. If the alliance does not allow them to plant Nago on this land in the future, he will be able to bear it, but other residents may not be able to quit.

Now that Hope Town is a mess, it's in the best interest of both myself and the folks to get a good price from the land's new lord before it rots.

Of course, it was not easy to persuade the residents of the town to leave their homes, and it took him a lot of effort to finish their ideological work.

Zheng Liushu's head grew dizzy when he heard him pour out the bitter water, and finally waved his hand to let them go.

Although the original intention of this settlement was not for them, the manager's order was there after all—

Anyone who feels they need containment is a target for containment, and anyone who voluntarily leaves here is no longer contained.

Perhaps when they had had enough of living here, they would leave themselves.

You think about it before you go in. This inhabited place is actually an AI-managed shelter. Its function is to help the rescued survivors gain the ability to support themselves, and to help those who cannot quit Nago by themselves. Get rid of that thing...if you have the ability to get rid of that thing yourself, it's the best, you don't have to come here.

Looking at the survivors walking towards the gate, Zheng Liushu reminded them out of duty.

Hearing this sentence, many people hesitated, and after a while, the crowd raised a hand hesitantly.

Is food in charge here?

Zheng Liushu nodded.

I don't care, but I have to work every day.

Immediately there was another person.

Do you want money?

Zheng Liushu shook his head.

Need not.

When the survivors heard that there was still such a good thing, they showed relieved smiles and walked towards their future new home.

On the contrary, Mayor Ma, who had been pleading with snot and tears for a long time, still lingered here, holding a round package wrapped in linen in his hand, with a flattering smile on his face.

To be honest, Zheng Liushu doesn't like this guy.

When he first came here, he didn't know much about the situation in Hope Town, but he heard that most of the settlements here had cooperated with the Church of the Torch.

But he didn't want to make things difficult for a poor man who was fleeing, so he said in a business-like tone.

Anything else?

Ma Hechang nodded quickly and said with a smile.

Yes, my lord, I have something to offer you!

When Zheng Liushu heard this, he immediately became serious, thinking that this guy wanted to bribe him, so he immediately took a step back.

I don't want your stuff, put it away!

No, no, no, this must be for you. Ma Hechang stepped forward resolutely, and unwrapped the package in his arms.

The moment he saw the contents of the package, Zheng Liushu subconsciously held his breath, as did the soldiers beside him.

What I saw wrapped in the sackcloth was a bloody head.

Frowning slightly, he looked at Ma Hechang and asked in a serious tone.

……What do you mean?

Seeing that the adult didn't notice it, Ma Hechang quickly wiped the blood from that head with his sleeve, and explained.

My lord, this, this is the child of a mutant.

Zheng Liushu froze for a moment, his brows furrowed even tighter.

How do you have mutant children?

Ma Hechang continued tremblingly.

It, it is different from other mutants, it is a hybrid... Occasionally, there will be a mutant heir with a little more blood, just like a mule born from a horse and a donkey. We allowed it to trade in our place before Yes, but now the situation is different, we have completely distanced ourselves from them.

All he wanted to say was actually the last sentence.

But it seems that this head is too impactful, and he seems to have used too much force...

...Okay, we got it.

Zheng Liushu glanced at the bloody head, and finally said nothing, twisting his chin towards the soldier beside him.

Bury it.

He has no right to comment on the hatred between the locals and the Qi tribe, but they do have the qualifications to do it.

Not to mention mutants, he wasn't interested in distinguishing the specific difference between a mixed race and a non-mixed race.

It all stinks.

It must have been dead for a few days.

The soldier nodded and stepped forward to take the head.

Ma Hechang was taken aback when he saw this, and said hastily.

My lord...don't you hang it up?

Zheng Liushu replied impatiently.

We generally only hang the masterminds to hang them up for public display, and then take them down and burn them after they stink. Is there any point in hanging them up?

Ma Hechang nodded, and felt that it made sense, but he was still a little worried, and couldn't help telling the officer in front of him.

Don't let those people go soft-heartedly. They have caused us a lot of misery.

Relax, our managers have their own arrangements.

You can get a shelf, hang them up, drill a small hole in the top of the head, insert a cotton wick into it, and burn it slowly for a few more days.

We will advise the managers.

It would be great if I could hang that shelf here...Of course, I'm just a suggestion. Feeling that the officer was a little impatient, Ma Hechang was too embarrassed to ask if anyone needed help here, so he quickly shut up gone.

Watching that guy go away, the soldier on duty next to him couldn't help but click his tongue.

Why does this guy have so many problems, let's just build him a theater and set up two chairs, and ask him to sit on it and watch.

His name is Yang Gaoshan, and he was also a refugee who survived the bone-chewing chaos.

However, unlike Lao Zheng, who was already a centurion, he had been making bullets on the assembly line of the military factory before, and it was a few months ago that he joined the First Corps.

Maybe his relatives died in this disaster? the slightly taller soldier next to him said casually.

His name was Wu Pangfei, and his original home was near Fallen Leaves Ridge. Later, he was captured by the Legion, and he joined the army after being rescued by the Alliance.

Yang Gaoshan looked at him incomprehensibly.

But what did he do? Waiting there? Begging us to take him in after it's all over? Then tell us what to do? I'm not saying he's not pathetic enough, I just want to ask him what qualifications he has to ask? He's with us Did it fight, or did we get food or ammunition? Or was he a Union citizen?

He approves of helping these poor people out of morality, but he hates the guy for taking it for granted.

This is not a conflict.

Zheng Liushu glanced at the two subordinates and said casually.

People are like this. If you treat him well, he hopes you will be better. But if you don't meet the saint's standard in his mind, he will think that your previous kindness is the archway of a prostitute. Don't worry, we were originally It's not that people are here because they want to help, although in the end we help some poor people.

Whether it's for ending the Wasteland or for the safety of the Alliance, it's far from helpful.

Yang Gaoshan was still a little resentful.

Poor people... I really don't think they are pitiful at all, and I don't think they are innocent. It seems that they have no choice, but since a hundred and fifty years ago, which thing didn't they choose? Get it out Such a big mess, you can smell it 800 kilometers away, if it were me, I would let them fend for themselves here, and we have mountains of problems waiting to be solved in our own home!

Zheng Liushu sighed.

You are too extreme. If our managers really do this, their troubles will become our troubles sooner or later.

Yang Gaoshan said immediately.

I didn't say that the manager did a bad job. I will always be loyal to his decision. I just don't think these people are worth saving.

There are guerrillas fighting side by side with us in Xizhou City, and there are rebels who will not surrender in the desert. The workers in Boulder City have stood up, and what about them? They provide slaves to mutants on a regular basis! Begging us to return the little princess To them! As if it's all our fault!

The only iron tower that is still resisting is from the neighboring province in the south! How can the mayor of that town have the nerve to make demands on behalf of his townspeople?

Zheng Liushu didn't speak. To be honest, he didn't like that Mayor Ma very much. The veteran beside him coughed slightly and said.

So we just do what we have to do. The managers didn't ask us to get used to them, nor took them back to raise them, but let them rebuild their homes here. Well, this topic will stop here It's just that I still have some doubts about bionics, is that thing really that reliable?

He was a mercenary in Boulder City in his early years. At first he helped the alliance fight because the alliance gave him chips. He really joined the alliance and transferred to the regular army because of a funeral.

He has lived in Boulder City for a long time, and he is more worried about the potential risks of bionic technology than the survivors of Dawn City.

Ibers is a bionic person, and when that guy was an accomplice of nobles, he did a lot of harm to people.

The Dragon Blood Potion is that guy's masterpiece.

For more awakened users and greater economic benefits, he did not hesitate to exploit the awakened potential of users at the cost of the user's disability rate. And until the Boulder City Bank and the chips it issued went bankrupt, many people were carrying huge loans and struggling to survive in a bad environment.

Zheng Liushu thought for a while and said.

That guy can't be called reliable, but it's just right for them.

The veteran wondered.

Just right?

Um.

Recalling what he heard at the work meeting before departure, Zheng Liushu continued.

The specially-made bionic man of Kangmao Group provides them with a step-by-step life. They will get up on time at six o'clock every morning, start work at seven o'clock, continue to work for an hour at twelve o'clock lunch break, and continue to work until five o'clock in the afternoon. There is a two-hour reading class, and the lights are turned off at 10 o'clock in the evening to go to bed. They will do fixed things at a fixed time, and if they violate it, they will be punished accordingly.

Although the punishment was not serious, it was just squatting in a small dark room.

Yang Gaoshan counted with his fingers, and then said in a daze.

...how do I get the feeling that this worksheet sounds okay?

Wu Pangfei was also stunned.

Then what should they do? Are our workers supporting them for nothing?

For nothing? How is it possible? We are not a wishing machine, Zheng Liushu said with a smile, We will build a railway to here, supply them with the materials they need for production, and help them clean up those green things. , but they also have to grow some cash crops for us, or what do you think the work I said is for?

Yang Gaoshan couldn't help asking.

But what if they're lazy?

Zheng Liushu said with a faint smile.

Don't think that the bionic man can't see this little cleverness, that guy is actually very smart.

Although they are not required to participate in the management work, his superiors mentioned it in the previous working meeting on Singularity City.

In order to ensure enthusiasm for production, the AI ​​called Frost has defined three levels of living standards. The lowest level is basic survival, and it is aimed at players who fail to meet the KPI assessment. The middle range is nutritional adequacy, while the highest range is living affluence.

If there is a surplus in the trade between Singularity City and the Alliance, Frost will deduct the part used to improve productivity, and purchase a part of consumer goods that improve life and provide them in proportion to residents with middle and highest living standards to encourage production.

Yang Gaoshan thought for a while, but couldn't help but say.

Why do I feel that it sounds a little too good...

Zheng Liushu shrugged.

Let's see in a while, it's too early to say these things.

This guy seems to think the problem is simple.

The survivors in this colony are not ordinary people, but nago addicts who will enter the state of fugue from time to time.

Among them were 10,000 primitives who had just been rescued from their cages.

In order to prevent everyone from collectively entering the withdrawal reaction and resulting in a complete stagnation of production work, Singularity City will to a certain extent lift the restrictions on the use of the mind interference device, and plant a small amount of Naguo to supply some addicts in a gradually decreasing manner. Until the Alliance's Institute of Biology finds a medical cure.

Because of many special circumstances, the laws of the Union are not fully applicable here, and they have not obtained the status of Union citizens.

Wu Pangfei: Is there no specific deadline?

Zheng Liushu thought for a while and said.

I don't know, at least until the troubles in Haiya Province are resolved, I guess we will all need such a buffer... But the manager said that if someone wants to go out from here, register his biological information and let him go, but after going out Just don't come back.

In essence, Singularity City is a large-scale containment organization managed by AI. It can prevent the influx of a large number of Nago infected people from impacting the existing order of the alliance, and at the same time reduce the demand for resources by local survivors to an acceptable minimum. .

The limit of only one entry is necessary, lest someone use this place as a nursing home, and come to eat vegetarian food for a few days if they are not happy, how can it work.

But to be honest, even though he believed in the manager's decision and believed that such an arrangement was the best choice for those huge babies, he actually had a little doubt in his heart.

Having lived in Dawn City, he really doesn't know what kind of virtue Ibers is, but he knows Frost...

...

The old site of Hope Town.

The whole street was empty, there was no trace of human smoke, and there was no sign of living things at all.

However, judging from the situation on the street, the people here did not leave in a hurry, they carefully searched for all the things they could take away before leaving.

Apparently they had no intention of coming back here.

The town has been completely abandoned.

However, at this moment, there were two uninvited guests standing at the gate of the town.

Is this village deserted?

should be.

It's a pity, there are still so many plowed fields. Seeing that the place where he fought before has been abandoned, Xinghe's dreamless face is somewhat sad.

The same is true for Luo Yu standing beside him, but he can understand the choices of people here.

It's nothing to regret. Before the treatment, this field can't grow normal crops...everything that grows will be eroded by Naguo's hyphae.

Xinghe looked at him puzzled.

Hasn't the brood been destroyed?

Luo Yu nodded.

That's right, but those hyphae don't disappear out of thin air, they just degenerate from the third stage to the second stage.

Xinghe sighed.

If you trample a cockroach to death, the eggs will be scattered everywhere.

Luo Yu said.

But on the bright side, at least its scale will not continue to expand. As long as enough camu trees are planted and the land is burned with synthetic oil, the remaining ash may be used as fertilizer... like those Like ground rolled over by a flame weeder.

Really... Xinghe nodded thoughtfully, then looked at him curiously and continued, Brother, what exactly are you looking for here?

I happened to meet him on the airship, and he followed me without asking.

Luo Yu scratched his head.

A person... well, in fact, he can't be counted as a person.

Xinghe froze for a moment.

...What is that?

Not knowing where to start, Luo Yu sighed after thinking for a moment, and said simply.

When I first came here, I regarded that brother as a mutant, but after thinking about it, he is actually a poor man who was scourge... I want to at least apologize to him or something.

Maybe there are some side missions?

Like mutant treasure or something.

If possible, it would be nice to take it in as a follower.

He didn't really like teaming up with other players, preferring to explore the wasteland alone. If Xinghe hadn't insisted on thanking him for his help before, he would have planned to come here alone.

Didn't know that this guy hated him for getting in the way, Xinghe was still racking his brains to help him out.

Do you remember its name?

Luo Yu: I didn't ask at that time.

Xinghe sighed.

That's the end of the story. I hope the town has been refreshed. It's hard to find an NPC to ask. My condolences... How about you go to the forum and ask about Aite's planning?

Luo Yu thought for a while, then shook his head and said.

Forget it, don't bother him with such personal matters.

Maybe this was just a small episode on the way to the 100,000 silver coin mission, or maybe he missed a sideline that might be rewarding.

RPGs that cannot be archived are just that.

Missed is missed.

But no matter what he said, he was quite satisfied with this adventure, and in the end he survived miraculously.

Although it was only a little bit close to death.

Although there is no extra medal for passing the level with one life, he still has a sense of accomplishment.

After all, death is the norm in this land, but life is unusual.

give me sometime.

Looking at Luo Yu who drew out his dagger and walked towards the gate of the town, Xinghe asked in a daze.

What are you doing? Convenience?

Tsk, don't worry about it, you wait for me here.

Walking to the gate of the small town alone, Luo Yu thought for a while, and carved a line of words in a conspicuous place with a dagger.

Because it is left to NPC.

He used Renlian language.

You should have reminded the people here that day, right? Thank you, my friend. Otherwise, even if we catch up, I'm afraid not many people survived.

My name is Luo Yu. If you see this line of writing, can you leave your name next to it? Next time I pass by here, I will take a look.

Just after engraving this line, Luo Yu suddenly regretted it again.

He dared to say that if this was seen by other players, the next time he came back, he would specify some weird human-linked phonetic translations.

For example, Mr. Xiaochuan came here for a visit or something.

Smiling wryly, he crossed out that line, Luo Yu thought about it, and wrote later.

If I didn't say, I'll see you in the future, I'd better ask in person.

Putting away the engraved dagger, Luo Yu nodded in satisfaction, marking the end of this adventure.

When this year's wave is over, he plans to go to that tavern to pick up a new mission and go to a more distant place.

Picking up the rifle that was leaning aside, he stepped on the ruts left by the wheels at the intersection in front of the door, and merged with the galaxy waiting not far away.