This Game Is Too Realistic

On the north bank of the Baiyue Strait, in the northwest section of Potato Fries Harbor, behind the step-wide trench is a three-meter-high earth wall, and in front of it is a fence wall made of sharpened wooden stakes.

In the grass not far from the fence wall, there were corpses lying all over the place.

Most of them are left by alien species, and a few are caught off guard.

Looking at the corpses on the ground and the mud that was almost stained red with blood, Irena who turned off the safety of the rifle suddenly said with a delicate expression.

I always have an illusion.

The elf king Fugui who was standing aside looked at him.

What does it feel like?

Looking around at the dense rainforest and grass in front of her, Irena thought for a long time and said in an uncertain tone.

...the land is as if alive.

The blood-stained tree shadows and bushes swayed and rustled, which was extremely dazzling under the scorching sun, especially the chirping insects that floated from the shadows, like the whispers of monsters, while the dense rainforest The mouth of the monster...

This is not the first time he has felt this way.

He had this feeling when he went out to find water for the first time...

...

Time back to two hours ago.

When the sky was still bright, more than 20 industrious strength players got online early, and went to the forest in the northwest of the camp with axes and chainsaws to open up wasteland.

Brothers work harder! Try to see the top of the mountain before dark!

Aww!

There is a relatively high hill on the northwest side of Potato Fries Harbor. Not only does it have a wide view, it can overlook the entire Potato Chips Harbor, and it can also overlook the coastline nearly ten kilometers long.

More than that, there are also abundant fresh water resources and ruin mines that are common in the wasteland in the vicinity, which shows its strategic significance.

If the highlands on the northwest side can be controlled, it will undoubtedly be of great help to the development of Chip Harbor.

Therefore, in order to facilitate the land reclamation work, the Fries Port Players Autonomous Committee unanimously decided to build a road leading to that highland to facilitate commuting by vehicles.

And the work of clearing the roadblock was contracted to a caravan registered in the Merchant Guild for a price of 100,000 silver coins called Dog Haunted.

In Wasteland OL, the caravan system is compared to the model regiment system, which is equivalent to the guild organization of life professional players.

After bidding to win the project, the leader of the caravan immediately hired a group of strength-type animals and rushed into the forest area in the northwest.

However, within half an hour of the work, more than thirty mutated spiders suddenly rushed out of the jungle, bumping into the players who were working.

Those spiders were as tall as a person, and their colorful faces resembled the wings of butterflies. They could shoot out sticky threads to bind their prey, and tear them apart with dagger-sized fangs.

Fuck! What the hell is this?!

The player who first met the monster was almost frightened and dropped the line on the spot. Fortunately, his psychological quality is not bad, he grabbed the ax and swung it up, the heavy ax blade splashed the slurry from the spider's skull.

whispering sound--!

The mutated spider let out a shrill cry, and staggered back a few steps.

The player was about to catch up to make up the knife, but before he took a step, his face was covered with white silk threads shot from the side, and his ribs were torn apart by a huge force without even seeing his opponent anywhere.

Seeing the situation of his teammates, the player who was not far away from that person immediately threw away his axe, took off the assault rifle behind his back, opened the safety and shouted loudly.

Accept the enemy—!

In fact, if there is enough distance, the mere dozens of mutated spiders will never be the opponents of this group of players with abundant martial arts.

However, the monsters in this game have never talked about martial arts, and they didn't even say hello when they emerged.

In addition, there are dense jungles and shrubs nearby, and several strength players with axes and chainsaws almost saw the shadows of the group of spiders when they were stunned by the sticky silk threads and lost their resistance on the spot .

Fortunately, their location was not far from the wall of the camp, and the players who were active in the vicinity immediately supported them.

The sound of gunshots overwhelmed the fighting in the jungle, traces of light pierced through the leaves and the carapace mixed with sap.

Facing the fire of hot weapons, the silk and fangs of those mutated spiders were still slightly inferior, and the battle situation quickly changed from evenly matched to one-sided massacre.

After dropping more than a dozen corpses, the monsters probably realized that these two-legged creatures were not easy to mess with, so they hurriedly withdrew back to the depths of the jungle.

The players who won the battle counted the losses and spoils, untied the unlucky ghosts who were bound by spider silk, and dragged the dead players' bodies back to the camp, ready to send them to the active substance extractor recycling point to synthesize clones s material.

After cleaning the battlefield, everything seemed to be back to normal.

Players in Potato Fries continue to work on their own affairs, cutting trees, fishing, fishing, ashes, and going out to explore.

However, just when everyone thought that today's troubles were over, in less than two hours, more than a dozen mutant cheetahs with ugly faces and thinning hair ran to the door to find fault.

These animals also didn't say hello, and they came without warning, and when they saw people, they would pounce on people and bite them.

The ones injured this time were still the dog-infested caravan and the strength animals employed by the caravan.

Although the perception players they temporarily hired had foreseen the threat in advance, there was still only a few seconds left for them to prepare.

Many people had just thrown away the logging and chainsaws in their hands, and before they had time to pick up and load the rifles lying beside them, they saw more than a dozen monsters pounced on their faces.

The fighting power of this wave of mutated cheetahs was not comparable to that of the previous mutated spiders, and the casualties caused by this attack were much more serious than those two hours ago.

In just half a minute, nearly ten unlucky children were thrown to the ground and killed alive, only a few reacted quickly and withdrew back.

Looking at the messy logging camp, the dog infested caravan leader looked like he was about to cry.

This dog's plan is to have a grudge against me!

Irena patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

Sorry, brother.

He and Elf King Fugui happened to be at the door just now, and when they heard the gunshots, they went up with other players to help.

Just like the previous attack, the group of mutated cheetahs turned around and ran into the woods after dropping ten corpses.

Irena always had the feeling that these alien races seemed to have made an appointment, and they took turns running to the gate of their camp to deliver their heads.

... By the way, have you noticed that the alien species that have attacked our camp these days have come in waves one after another, and they have been divided into groups according to their types.

Elf King Fugui said with a delicate expression.

Fortunately, they came in waves one after another. If a large group came here, our camp might not be able to withstand it.

That's not necessarily... don't worry about it, let's keep the prey first.

Irena smiled, leaned down to hold up the mutant cheetah that had just been killed, looked at Fugui, the Elf King, and called, Come and help me.

The brothers who died cannot be allowed to die in vain.

okay!

Seeing that Lao Na had already started to clean the battlefield, the elf king Fugui immediately threw the gun on his back, stepped forward and hugged the mutated cheetah's hind legs.

The two returned to the camp with their prey in their arms, and brought the dead leopard to the slaughtering point not far from the west gate of the camp.

A player wearing a leather apron was scraping a boning knife on the whetstone. Looking at the sticky blood, he knew that this guy hadn't stopped since morning.

His name is Qingdeng Gujiu. I heard that he is a doctor in reality, but for some reason he became a butcher in the game.

Seeing his skillful movements, Elf King Fugui couldn't help guessing in his heart that this guy probably didn't have the nerve to call himself a veterinarian.

Moreover, this ID is both a lamp and a wine. It sounds like an uncle in the 70s or 80s. I guess he must be an old veterinarian.

Seeing the two people approaching with their prey in their arms, Qingdeng Gujiu wiped off his sweat, glanced at them and then moved his chin towards the electronic scale beside him.

Check the scale yourself.

Oak!

Irena threw the mutated cheetah on the scale, and the elf king Fugui walked up, talking to the boss with a smile.

Business is good, bro.

Qingdeng Ancient Wine said with a smile.

Hey, just earn hard money.

Elf King Fugui asked curiously.

By the way, are you really a veterinarian?

Yes—bah, it's a hammer, what kind of veterinarian, I'm a doctor! Holding back the words that came to his lips, Qingdeng Gujiu gave this guy a hard look.

The Elf King Fugui didn't take it seriously, and continued with a playful smile.

Really? Then you leave work early, don't you even work overtime?

Qingdeng Gujiu waved his hand.

Hey, add a hammer class, my master resigned a few days ago.

Resigned? Elf King Fugui was stunned for a moment, Why?

Qingdeng Ancient Wine said with a smile.

There is no reason for this. There were not many people in my small clinic. I received a dead salary for a month. The boss looked at me annoyed, and I think the boss is also annoying enough. Why don't you come here to work? It's easy for a month. Isn’t it good to earn hundreds of thousands? When I have money, I will open a hospital myself!”

666! Elf King Fugui looked at the brother in admiration.

If he has money, he won't waste it like this.

Wouldn't it be nice to keep it in the bank?

The two were chatting for a few words, and Irena, who had finished weighing the prey, walked over from the electronic scale and interrupted their gag with a smile.

A total of sixty-five kilograms, boss, how much do you think is suitable?

Qingdeng Gujiu made up his mind and opened his mouth.

Let me make some compensation, will 217 come out?

Before Lao Na could speak, Fugui the Elf King said with a smile.

Let's round up 220, and we have to divide it in half, which is exactly 110.

Qingdeng Gujiu said cheerfully.

Okay, deal!

While rolling up her sleeves and showing off the VM, Irena couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it seems that this guy has indeed made a lot of money as a butcher.

Didn't even bother to pay back.

After transferring the account to Lao Na and Lao Wang, Qingdeng Gujiu dragged the prey on the weighing board to the back of the stall, and temporarily threw it under the shed for a while, planning to deal with it later .

There was already a lot of prey piled up under the not-so-spacious shed, most of which were dragged from the woods outside the west gate of the camp.

The taste of the mutated cheetah's meat is average, not much different from that of the mutated hyena. After slaughter, it is usually air-dried and salted to make bacon jerky and sold to expedition teams that need dry food.

It happens to be right by the sea, and the most indispensable thing is salt.

In fact, jerky can't be sold for much, and what can really sell is the skin of the mutated cheetah. This thing is much more expensive than the buckskin of the mutant elk. Taking advantage of the fact that there are not many in the market, it can make a lot of money whether it is shipped back to the alliance or sold in Silver Moon Bay.

In addition to mutant cheetahs, there are also mutant spiders.

Although a player of the intelligence department has already proved with his life that the mutated spiders in this rainforest cannot be eaten, but its silk glands and poison sacs are good things.

The mutated spiders in Baiyue Province are much larger than those in River Valley Province, and the quality of the dropped materials is much higher.

Although more than a dozen players died in the survivors of Potato Fry Harbor in just one morning, overall it was not a loss.

In general.

Looking at the string of numbers on the VM screen, Fugui, the elf king who was walking towards the gate of the camp, suddenly muttered something abruptly.

Lao Na, who are you talking about that has been buying silver coins?

He'd wondered about this a long time ago.

Although most players started playing the game part-time, it didn't take long for him to become a professional player like him who was online for 16 hours a day.

If it wasn't for the fact that the game character needs to sleep, but in reality he needs to eat and exercise, he might move directly into the world of Wasteland OL.

Nothing to do with addiction.

It's just that the world is too realistic.

It's like restarting life, and it won't die.

But if you think about it carefully, there are still many strange places.

For example, the mysterious operator of Wasteland OL, and the mysterious buyers of the Bank Exchange who listed and purchased goods day and night.

Because of the unspeakable tacit understanding maintained between the two parties, the beta testers of Wasteland OL can meet the needs of real life as long as they do two random tasks in the game. If you play for a little longer and abide by the rules of the game, which are not very strict, you can lie flat in reality and even become a full-time worker.

This feeling is as if there is a group of people raising them for nothing, wishing that they would spend all their time in Wasteland OL.

He doesn't dislike this feeling, after all, he enjoys this kind of fully immersive game experience, and even the material desire in reality has dropped a lot.

He just didn't quite understand it.

What are these big shots who are hiding behind the scenes planning?

Hey, if someone is willing to buy it, then of course it will be useful, so what are you doing so carelessly. Irena gave him a sideways look, and joked with a funny face.

The Elf King Fugui thought for a while, and then said with an open mind.

I said in case, there are only tens of thousands of players in the game who can't see the problem, but when the game is open beta, so many people don't go to work, they go to the game to make money, society will have to mess up.

Irena: emmm... Is there a possibility that silver coins can be exchanged for something that makes people not need to work, or makes some jobs not need so many people.

The Elf King Fugui was stunned.

What do you mean?

Irene said casually.

Literally, for example, moving bricks in Dawn City used to rely on strength to tie animals, but now a set of miner's exoskeleton can allow an ordinary person to do the work of five people. This will not be able to create four more people who don't work. ?Whether they are going to collect ashes, furniture or lie on the bed to earn subsistence allowances, isn’t it much more comfortable than when five people move bricks together.”

Of course, this algorithm discusses only the total amount of social wealth created by a unit of labor force, and does not involve other issues such as distribution methods.

The improvement of productivity is only a necessary and insufficient condition for the improvement of living standards. It is not impossible to have high technology and low life like Bugra Free State.

But there is one thing that is undoubted, since someone is willing to pay and hire them to spend time in the game, it must be their game behavior of earning silver coins in Wasteland OL, which has generated social value that matches the money .

There have been rumors on the forum before that every time the auction after the end of the expansion, the auctioned items are actually some black technology.

Some even made a point of observing it.

Soon after each auction ends, there will be some rumors in the industry or academia that a certain key technology has made a major breakthrough.

After a while, when people come to their senses, many people have already used the results of those technological breakthroughs.

He still remembers that when Wasteland OL was first launched, smartphones would only be on standby for a day or two at most. Later, from some unknown date, major mobile phone brands successively launched ultra-long battery life for a week. models.

Then there are new energy vehicles, the cruising range has also doubled suddenly, and the market value of many battery and new energy vehicle companies has more than doubled.

The Elf King Fugui scratched the back of his head: You mean... silver coins can buy miners' exoskeletons in reality?

Irena made a helpless expression.

I'm just giving an example, and I didn't say that it must be an exoskeleton. It may also be something more basic and has a wider range of radiation to various industries, such as technologies related to the three fields of energy, information, and materials.

When he said this, he couldn't help but make a joke.

Maybe one day the reality will become like 'Prosperity Era', when everyone is happy to go to work, they will go to work for two days, and if they are not happy, they will fire the boss and go to the moon to play. You are still worried that no one will work after the public beta of this game. Is it? Maybe when the time comes, the boss of the earth will wish you guys who have nothing to do to move bricks in the game!

Elf King Fugui: Fuck, the Prosperity Era is a game setting, right? And what the hell is the ball leader?

Irena rolled her eyes.

That's why I said what if, why don't you have any dreams at all!

Elf King Fugui frowned and thought for a while.

However, if according to what you said, there is really that kind of black technology that can make everyone not have to work, I feel that nuclear fusion should be solved...

But the key to these outrageous technologies is not available on Earth.

It can't be changed out of thin air, can it?

Could it be that the operators of Wasteland OL did their own research?

Is there such a powerful organization in this world that promotes the progress of science and technology of the entire civilization by one's own efforts?

No--

etc.

Thinking about it carefully, the company that operates Wasteland OL is really awesome.

Not to mention the fully immersive game headset they launched that allows people to live a second life in a dream, it is already shocking that no one knows the name of this company until now !

Sometimes the Elf King Fugui can't help but wonder if their dear Ah Guang was taken away by aliens.

...No matter what it is, there is no doubt that the technology must be expensive. Maybe the silver coins are so expensive for this reason.

Patting Lao Wang's shoulder, Irena joked and continued.

For a better tomorrow, for the reality to enter the era of prosperity as soon as possible, and for our old king to be able to buy a bionic maid in reality as soon as possible... Let's first think about which relic to farm today?

Compared with those distant things, this is a more realistic problem.

The income from hunting is only ammunition money for these high gamers, if you really want to make a fortune, you have to start with the relics of the pre-war era.

Hearing Lao Na's ridicule, the Elf King Fugui recovered from his wild daydreams, then smiled and said.

Ah, that's easy to say, let's wait a while and someone will send out the mission.

Irena froze for a moment.

Someone sent a mission?

Well, I heard from the guy at Ye Shi that this time the scientific expedition team will come with the Ox and Horse, and set up a branch here in Chip Harbor. I remember they set off the night before, and they should be here now. It's almost there—

Elf King Fugui looked up at the sky.

Coincidentally, before his words fell, two silvery-white figures appeared in his sight, floating one behind the other under the clouds.

His eyes lit up immediately.

Good guy! It's here!

And there are two ships coming? !

Irena took out the VM and glanced at it. The sub-option [Scientific Expedition] that was originally grayed out in the task interface has become an optional state again.

He clicked on it immediately, and a line of eye-catching regional missions suddenly caught his attention.

[Mission: Find the brood of Baiyue Province]

【Publisher: Alliance Institute of Biology】

[Explanation: According to the clues obtained by the Union Institute of Biology through the analysis of the original strain of Naguo, the Baiyue Province is suspected to have or once had a nest of mutant slime molds, and the abnormal biological evolution status of the Baiyue Province may be related to this. 】

[Requirement: Find it! 】

[Rewards: Provide any valuable clues to obtain phased task rewards. The player or team who finally finds the brood will unlock the limited title of Conqueror of the Jungle and receive a total of 10,000 contribution points and 1 million silver coins as rewards! 】

The moment she saw the column of quest rewards, Irena was stunned for half a minute, until there was an exclamation from the side.

Fuck?! One million?!

At some point, he also opened the taskbar, looking at the long string of numbers on the VM screen, the Elf King Fugui stared wide-eyed.

Especially when he noticed that this task was extended from the Nago strain sample they collected before, the expression on his face suddenly felt as uncomfortable as constipation.

Damn! This dog's Fang Chang is too dark!

He remembered correctly, that sample seemed to only sell for 10,000 silver coins! Deducting the loss of equipment and losing one point for ten people, it is only a few hundred silver coins for one person on average.

This is really a loss to grandma's house!

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(I wanted to time it... I slipped my hand and clicked out. T.T)