This Game Is Too Realistic

[Server announcement: Congratulations to player Old White for completing the first kill of a Deathclaw!]

[Achievement will go into the Hall of Fame]

Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base

Players who were clearing up the battlefield received these two messages from their VMs at almost the same time. They were dumbfounded by its contents.

"What the heck?"

"Old White?"

"What the fuck, wasn’t this guy captured by the marauders?"

"What’s going on? Why was the captive able to break out and steal our first kill?"

"I’m going to leave a bad review! I strongly request developers to find another player to play the role of a captive next time!"

On the roof of a two-storey villa, 500 meters away from the experimental base.

Looking at the VM on his arm, Night Ten’s eyes widened with disbelief. "Holy cow, Old White is really badass!"

Not only did he manage to escape by himself, but he even killed a Deathclaw!

That monster was four-meter-tall and its claws were as long as arms. Night Ten really couldn’t figure out how Old White was able to take it out.

"It’s probably the one we encountered in the morning. I remember that before we came out, that Deathclaw seemed to have been hit by a marauder with a bazooka." Ample Time tried to analyze the situation.

"That’s still very ridiculous!" Night Ten sighed, "I know everyone is always saying that the strength type sequence is an early stage powerhouse, but this early stage is a bit too long, right?"

The longer the battle was, the less useful the perception type sequence was, and if the neural connection equipment could not be made available for all intelligence type players soon, their hope would be completely dead.

The constitution sequence and the agile sequence had never been buffed before, and they would always take turns to be the weakest sequence.

Only the strength sequence was strong from Alpha 0.1 all the way to Alpha 0.9. Not only was it the fastest when it came to leveling up, they were extremely fierce in combat. Even when moving bricks, the strength sequence would be able to move more than other sequences. �

How is this reasonable?

If Old White wasn’t from his group, Night Ten would have clamored to nerf the strength sequence like other jealous players on the forum.

"Uh, maybe before LV10 is considered the early stage?" Ample Time’s expression was also a little awkward.

It was actually really embarrassing to talk about it.

Every time the version was updated, he predicted that the intelligence sequence was about to rise. However, he had been predicting from version 0.5 to 0.9, but nothing happened to the intelligence sequence as if the whole sequence had been forgotten by the game developers.

Where are the implanted prostheses they showed us?

Where are the neural connection devices?

The strength type players are simply having too much fun in this game!

Sure enough, muscles are the main theme of this game!

"Sigh, we gotta make Old White pay us!"

Ample Time nodded. "Yeah, and it shouldn’t be a small amount too!"

Night Ten said impatiently, "Speaking of which, how long should we wait here? Can I kill the mutant hyena crouching in the corner? I’ve seen it baring its teeth there while staring at us for a long time."

Ample Time glanced at the VM. "I haven’t received a new mission for the time being, but judging from the green dots on the map, our people should have completely controlled the battlefield... So let’s just wait a little bit longer."

Anyway, the equipment that was dropped in the team battle would belong to everyone, so other players could clean up the battlefield first.

Besides, it wasn’t that bad to slack off while other players were busy doing the hard work.

However, just when Ample Time was thinking about not doing anything, his and Night Ten’s VM received a new mission at the same time.

To be precise, not only the two of them, but also Gale, who was in charge of watching over their backs.

[Mission: Head to the target area to establish a reconnaissance point]

[Reward: 50 war points]

"What’s the situation? Isn’t this battle over?" Night Ten looked at Ample Time involuntarily with a confused expression.

He asked Ample Time every time he didn’t understand the situation.

However, this time, Ample Time was also a little confused.

"Don’t look at me, I’m not Light. Logically speaking, this battle should be over… But I’m not sure if there will be another."

Who knows?

Maybe Light is working overtime recently and has no time to take care of us. And the other developers probably discovered that we are leveling up too fast, so they want to weaken us.

This is very possible.

After all, Isn’t there another developer called Xiaoqi or something?

However, Ample Time was still more inclined to believe Light’s statement.

The plot and missions in the game are completely dynamically generated by the server AIs. Like the settings of the VRMMORPG novels, developers generally will not interfere with the game process.

As for complete non-intervention, that was unlikely. Just like the so-called 100% realism nonsense in the advertisements, no one would really believe it, right?

Ample Time cut to the map, slid the index finger on the VM’s screen, and quickly found the mission marker.

It seemed to be an amusement park, located about 10 kilometers north of the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base. It was no longer a problem of distance, that location was so remote that it was almost the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City!

Moreover, it was an unexplored area, and no one had ever traveled that far from the resurrection point.

"Can I save my progress first? I had two kills." Apparently, Night Ten also noticed the location of the mission marker on the map. He had a look of tears on his face.

"It’s very unlikely that we will be able to save the progress. We’re at least 16 kilometers away from the resurrection point, and the round trip is more than 30 kilometers..."

Ample Time gulped. He swallowed his saliva, and continued. "Anyway, let’s meet up with Old White first."

...

Meanwhile, at the outpost 16 kilometers away from the front line.

With Liu Jiuyue and three bodyguards, Brown, who was wearing a coat, rushed here from the farm braving the wind and snow, he greeted immediately, "I am the owner of Brown’s farm, and I came to discuss the countermeasures for the Bonechewer Clan’s invasion. Here is my invitation letter... Why are you here?"

Seeing the people surrounding the southern gate of the outpost, Brown was stunned.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The people he saw were none other than the ones he drove away from his living room before!

"What a coincidence." Looking at Brown, the scar-faced man folded his arms around his chest, whistled at him, and then continued in a mocking tone. "I didn’t expect Mr. Brown to come here. I thought someone said that those blue coats are unreliable."

"Does that mean that I can’t come here?" Brown’s face flashed a trace of annoyance.

Liu Jiuyue, who was standing behind him, took a half step forward, staring at the scarred-faced man, his hands already on his waist.

Not taking this man’s actions to heart at all, the scarred-faced man looked at him calmly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The atmosphere at the scene became tense.

The two guards standing at the gate have already set their sights on the two people, ready to use guns to persuade them to stand down at any time.

At this moment, Brown saw an old man coming out of the south gate.

The old man looked familiar to him, but Brown couldn’t remember where he had seen him for a while.

Strange.

I can’t remember at all!

Just as Brown was distracted, the middle-aged man wearing a hunter hat stepped forward and nodded slightly to the old man standing at the gate. "I am Du Conglin from the Morrowind Community. Please allow me to meet your administrator. I have something important to discuss with him!"

The scarred-faced man also stepped forward. "I am Ye Xiao, from Highway Town, I also want to meet your administrator to discuss the matters regarding the Bonechewer Clan."

Afraid of falling behind, the chubby man also hurriedly stepped forward and said. "Red Train Inn, Doru... For the sake of us all survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, please help us."

Others said similar things, looking at Luca with a hint of eagerness.

Brown, who was excluded by others, and Liu Jiuyue and the guards who were following behind him, were all confused at the moment.

Who was the person that was invited by their administrator?

Luca didn’t favor anyone.

Although there were ten more people than the original plan, he still received them with the identity and attitude of a butler according to the instructions of the administrator.

"The administrator is not in at the moment, but he will be back soon. If you are willing to wait for him, you can come with me."

After saying this, Luca glanced past the crowd, and his eyes eventually landed on Brown.

Without changing his expression, he said in a businesslike manner. "Mr. Brown, you can come in too."

"Okay." Brown nodded quickly and walked into the outpost with the other survivors.

On the way to the reception room, Brown was pondering in his mind, where on earth had he seen the man before. In the end, he couldn’t help but wink at Liu Jiuyue, signaling him to come closer.

"Is that the administrator’s butler? Or is he someone else… Why does he look so familiar to me?" He whispered to him in a low voice.

Liu Jiuyue smiled bitterly in his heart. Of course he knew why Brown would find him look familiar, but he was afraid that Brown would blame him, so he had to pretend to be dumb. "I don’t know, sir. The last time I came here to deliver a message for you, it was the first time I met him... Maybe you mistook him for someone else?"

Although Brown was suspicious, he really couldn’t remember where he had seen the man, so he didn’t ask any more questions, and said casually, "Maybe you are right."

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