This Game Is Too Realistic

However, to Old White’s surprise, when he put on the helmet again, he found that his character was not dead.

Glancing around in confusion, he found himself lying in a room.

It was no longer an underground ecological park. Instead, it should be a room in the building on the surface.

His wounds were roughly bandaged, the VM and equipment had been taken away, and handcuffs around his wrists and ankles restricted his movement.

Old White found that he couldn’t break free after struggling a few times. Seeing that the stains on the bandage showed signs of turning bloodier, he quickly stopped his reckless behavior.

Although he was ready to die heroically, before that, he wanted to figure out what situation he was in.

The next second, the door of the room opened.

A man with tanned skin and tattoos on his face walked in from the door.

Old White glanced at him. The man was wearing a ragged fur jacket with holes in his trousers, and a bunch of odd trinkets that looked like teeth and stones hanging around his neck, looking very punk-like.

Behind him was a muscular man with lip studs, who should be a bodyguard. If the iron barrel submachine gun in his hand was replaced by a guitar or bass, he might be mistaken for some heavy metal band when he walked down the street...

The man with the tattoo on his face walked up to Old White. Just when Old White was thinking about what this guy was trying to do, he saw the man suddenly squat down, and looked at him closely. It was so close that his eagle-like nose almost poke him in the face.

Old White felt a chill running through his heart.

Shit. You gotta be kidding?

Although shelter residents are indeed slim and good-looking, they wouldn’t be interested in men, right...

"Are you the survivors of Clearspring City?"

Old White didn’t understand what the man was saying, but he also didn’t want to know. He put on an expression that he would rather die than speak.

The man seemed to understand the expression on his face, smiled mockingly, and stood up. "My name is Ka. You are strong and brave, and you are a warrior."

"A warrior like you should have the status and wealth worthy of you, instead of becoming the feces of the mutants."

"Join us and enjoy all the glory and wealth, or become a lowly slave and be sold to work in a mine to the death."

"I’ll give you time to think about it."

Leaving these words behind, the man turned and walked away.

Until the end, Old White still didn’t understand what he was trying to express.

Facing the empty room, Old White fell silent.

Speaking of...

What is my current situation?

Am I a hostage?

A captive?

Damn it!

Am I dead or not?

...

In level B3 of Shelter 404.

Standing in the planting area, Chu Guang looked at the green dots the size of bean sprouts in the soilless planting unit, with an old father-like smile on his face.

The pak choi sprouted very quickly, and the seedlings had emerged after only three days of planting.

The leeks next to it still needed to take some time, and it would take about a week to sprout.

These leafy vegetables were used to increase the quality of the shelter’s food source, and the real good stuff was in the rows of planting units next to it.

By the spring of next year, crops such as corn, rice, wheat, and sorghum would be ripe. He intended to save the first batch of output as seeds.

He didn’t just want to make use of the Greenhouse Ruins either. Chu Guang intended to use all the land from the northern part of Linghu Lake to the southern part of Elm District.

As long as there were enough refugees, there would be no problem in reclaiming a good amount of fertile land. And if the situation was optimistic, maybe he would completely solve the food problem next year.

Since their efficiency wasn’t high enough, he would simply replace quality with quantity!

No matter how efficient the shelter’s planting unit was, one unit could only support five people, not even a thousand people. So he had to cultivate land outside.

Compared with the nurturing cabin, food was the basis of producing more soldiers.

After all, he couldn’t just give players carrion and cockroaches to eat, right?

That would be too hardcore…

Just as Chu Guang was admiring his pak choi, the voice of Little Seven suddenly came from the loudspeaker in the planting area, "Master."

Chu Guang replied casually, "Yeah?"

"It looks like your players are in trouble!"

"Okay?"

"But Master…"

"Don’t worry, my players are very smart. They will solve the troubles they encounter by themselves." Hearing Little Seven’s voice, Chu Guang didn’t panic at all, and even tried to comfort it.

After unlocking level B3, there were more and more players in the shelter. Chu Guang could no longer take care of so many people.

In the past, there were only a few players but many tasks, so he was always worried that players would die accidentally. Now, there was a shortage of food, electricity, mines, and production capacity, but there was no shortage of people and Active Matter.

He only needed to formulate the rules and let the players play the game however they liked within the rules. He didn’t have time to deal with the trouble of one or two players at all, nor did he bother to deal with it.

After all, he wanted those players to help him; not the other way around.

The fun of this game lay in exploration. Players needed to find ways to improve NPC favorability and trigger hidden missions by themselves.

Little Seven’s voice continued to come over the speaker, "But, the players who are in trouble are the Bull and Horse Squad you sent to the Ecological Park to find fuel rods... Do I really just ignore it?"

"What?! What the heck?! Bull and Horse Squad?" Chu Guang, who was choked, coughed twice, and quickly opened the Administrator Menu, only to find that the clones were still alive.

Only Old White got disconnected, but his life wasn’t in danger at the moment.

With a sigh of relief, Chu Guang continued to ask, "What trouble did they get into?"

While he didn’t want to worry about players’ troubles, the problem was that Bull and Horse Squad was doing main fuel rod mission.

Even if Chu Guang didn’t want to care about the players, he had to care about his fuel rods.

Little Seven continued, "Old White seems to have been captured by marauders. The other three have just escaped from the marauder’s siege and are now on the truck returning to the outpost."

Old White is captured by marauders?!

Chu Guang was a little confused.

Wait, what’s up with the marauders?

"Weren’t they looking for fuel rods? How did they bump into marauders?"

Little Seven continued in a low voice. "That’s true, but when they were looking for a reactor in the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, they encountered a group of marauders with more than 50 people. The exact number of which is unknown, and it is said that they also encountered a Deathclaw. The specific situation was very complicated, Master, why don’t you go to the official website and take a look for yourself?"

When there was a problem with a key project, Chu Guang did not hesitate, and immediately rushed back to level B1 and returned to his office.

He quickly turned on his computer and logged into the official website.

Without much effort, Chu Guang quickly found Old White’s post on the forum’s homepage.

The title of the post also went straight to the point, with one sentence summing up his current situation.

I seem to be captured by a group of marauders?

In the beginning of the post, Old White briefly described the mission he and his three teammates did in the ecological park, as well as a series of things that happened.

The content of the post included the information about the tropical rainforest in the ecological park, a Deathclaw suddenly rushed out, the marauders who suddenly entered the park after them, and how he was seriously injured in order to cover the retreat of his teammates and how he was captured by those marauders...

"These marauders are a little different from the ones we’ve encountered before. Although they don’t have uniform equipment, they’re not as weak as they seem on the surface. And not just automatic weapons, they even have anti-armor weapons like rocket launchers! One of the rocket launchers looked a bit like the Army’s Panzerfaust to me, and the other two looked like iron pipes. I guess that they aren’t really weak."

"Also, there’s the Deathclaw. I have to say that this monster is too damn unbalanced! Not just its height, where it’s taller than two people, but it also runs so freaking fast. Moreover, my steel plate couldn’t even withstand one hit from that damn lizard!"

"We were so unlucky today that we were caught between that beast and the marauders! I spent a lot of effort and sacrificed my exoskeleton, and finally led the Deathclaw to that group of marauders."

"Then it was an all out melee. I found that the talent unlocked in the second stage is really awesome, and the actual combat effect is even stronger than what is shown on the panel data. The specifics are hard to describe, and you will know when you reach LV10."

Not long after the post was posted, there were hundreds of replies.

However, since players were basically online, most of the replies were mainly cloud gamers who had made an application but had not yet received the invitation.

Although these players had never entered the game, they still had a certain understanding of the basic gameplay and settings of the game after reading the discussions in the forum and the information updated in the official website settings.

And many new players were also selected from those cloud gamers.

Lightning Professor: Captured by marauders?!?!

Can’t Touch: Am I reading this right? Why did a few indescribable scenes suddenly appear in my head?

Riding Donkey: Damn, your mind is so dirty!

Old White: Go away! I’m talking about something serious. What are you thinking about? (Angry)

No One Understands Love: Speaking of which, why does your description of a Deathclaw sounds like that Garbage...

Old White: Damn, now that you mentioned it, I also feel like it’s like him. Maybe when Garbage reaches level 99, he will be able to transform into the Deathclaw?

Irene: It’s a pity that Garbage is having fun in the tunnel at the moment. Otherwise, we will be able to meet him on the forum at this time. ( ͡

Old White: Huh? Elaina, why aren’t you online?

Irene: Sigh, it’s inconvenient to go into details. I need to go now, I’ll be back later.

Old White: Cool.

Elf Wang: I have a question. What’s so inconvenient about telling us that you are boarding a plane now? If I hadn’t checked your social media timeline, I would have thought you are doing scientific research on the internet at the moment. ( ͡

Irene: Go away. (`Д*)9

At this moment.

Suddenly someone suddenly posted a new reply.

Lightning Professor: Speaking of which, if someone killed this elite monster first, would there be a server wide announcement?

The post was quiet for a few seconds.

Then, several replies popped out at the same time.

- Holy shit!

- Dang! You are right! That’s absolutely possible!

- I’m gonna bunk off my night shift, and play the game tonight!

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