This Game Is Too Realistic

"Respect the administrator, I am willing to dedicate my farm to the new alliance!"

In the reception room.

Standing in front of Chu Guang, Old Brown lowered his head respectfully, and placed his wrinkled right hand tremblingly on his left chest to show respect.

Chu Guang glanced at him quite unexpectedly.

Good guy.

Are you so aware?

Hearing that Brown wanted to see him for something, Chu Guang thought he was here to ask for the grain and material oil that he had borrowed before, but he didn't expect that he actually came to surrender.

"Can you tell me what made you suddenly make this decision?"

Of course because I want to live——

But naturally the wise old Brown would not say that.

With a slightly calm expression on his face, he raised his head with a solemn and solemn expression, and spoke in a measured voice.

"It's you who are giving the speech. I respect you, the manager."

Chu Guang recalled his speech carefully. He couldn't remember exactly what he said that day. He only remembered that he advertised his "nuclear soda" at the end.

Seeing that Chu Guang didn't speak, Old Brown continued.

"...Your impassioned speech at the celebration enlightened me, who was stupid, and also made me feel deeply ashamed of all my past actions. In order to survive, I did many things that I shouldn't have done. I I can’t explain that all this was done by me, I just hope that this can alleviate my sins.”

"A new world without oppression is what I hope for."

When he said this, Old Brown's face was full of piety, but his heart was filled with bitterness.

In fact, he not only wants to live, but even if the new alliance does not want his farm, he will soon be unable to run it.

During the previous wave battle, Shelter 404 requisitioned several pieces of all the material oil from their warehouse, but after the war, they did not see any intention to return it.

Of course Brown was too embarrassed to ask for it.

After all, without those blue coats, let alone the farm, his head might have been hung on the bone-chewing tribe's chair, and it would be impossible for him to take action.

But this is borrowing both grain and oil, and his warehouse is already empty so he can run away with rats.

Yesterday, he asked his housekeeper to do some calculations and found that he had lost nearly 10,000 chips in just the first two months of the year. He felt a headache when he thought that he still had to support more than two slaves and more than 40 servants. Like it's about to crack.

This is still the beginning of the year.

What if I get it at the end of the year? ? ?

Especially now, a new alliance has been established to include the entire area from the North Fifth Ring Road to Yumu District into Fufu District, and his farm is within this range.

The time has come after all.

Old Brown was not surprised at all by this arrangement, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

At least I don't have to be awakened by the sound outside the house in the middle of the night, and I don't have to face the sunshine of the next morning in fear.

He has had enough of this kind of life!

Before Vault 404 came to free the slaves, he offered Sinful Farm to the Great Alliance.

And this is currently the only way he can retain his last dignity.

After listening to Old Brown's impassioned speech, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but he didn't believe a single punctuation mark of his nonsense.

But this guy can be so conscious, which saves him a lot of time.

"I'm glad you think so, but we are not unreasonable people. We won't take your farm. It belongs to you. As long as you are willing to abide by our order and recognize our sovereignty over the complex area , you can continue to operate it under our supervision."

Brown was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He didn't quite understand what Chu Guang meant, so he whispered in a trembling voice.

"Sir, I don't know what you mean."

Compared with the alliance manager in front of him taking over his farm, he was more afraid of the other party politely telling him that he couldn't do it.

The new alliance took over the farm, which meant he still had a way to survive.

He was really scared. This blue outer sleeve said, do n’t, do n’t want to, and arrange a public trial for himself to let those slaves write their own crimes.

That's the end of it!

Reading the fear gradually emerging in Old Brown's eyes, Chu Guang immediately guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said to ease the atmosphere.

"It literally means that as long as you abide by the laws of the Union, free all slaves, hire employees in accordance with the minimum wage standards and labor treatment we stipulate, and fulfill your tax obligations, you will be protected by the law."

Free all the slaves?

Brown said with a wry smile.

"Sir... you'd better take my farm away. There is land everywhere in this wasteland, but without the slaves, they are just a pile of useless soil. You can't expect food to pop out of the ground on its own. ”

People are always dissatisfied.

It seems that if we give employees two more days off and let them get off work on time, the day will collapse.

Can't farm without slaves?

What a joke!

Chu Guang felt that he needed to settle a score with him.

"How many slaves do you have?"

Old Brown didn't dare to hide anything, but he really didn't have the habit of counting how many slaves he had every day, so he said cautiously.

"Probably more than two dozen..."

Chu Guang continued.

"How many fields?"

Old Brown continued.

"The actual planting area...is probably more than five acres."

More than five acres?

There are so many?

Chu Guang looked slightly surprised.

He had previously estimated based on the map that the actual planting area of ​​Brown Farm was only about one acre, but he didn't expect it to be five times more than his estimate?

This error is a bit outrageous.

However.

You can think about this later, as there is no process for clearing the land yet.

"It's a waste of more than two laborers to farm five acres of land, don't you think?" Chu Guang said sadly as he looked at Brown, who had no idea about it.

Waste?

Brown's face was filled with confusion.

He had no idea where it was wasted.

Slaves don't need to be paid, they just need to be fed. And slaves also eat cheaply. After planting food, they can scatter a handful of green wheat on the ground, or find a corner and plant some potato chips. This is their ration. If they don't finish it, they can sell it to scavengers at a low price.

When the slaves are no longer alive, they can be sold or taken away to be disposed of outside.

"If I were you, I would sell the slaves and use the money to buy a few tractors, equip them with planters and harvesters, and save some money to build a water tower and irrigation canal for the farm. It's only five acres of land. More than twenty people are enough! Give them some wages and bonuses, and they will work harder than slaves, and even make the farm their own."

"You can't farm without slaves? This kind of thinking is very problematic!"

Old Brown was stunned for a while when Chu Guang said.

After a while, he whispered something.

"...Sir, 200 slaves can only be exchanged for 200,000 silver coins at most. Is this enough money to buy the things you mentioned?"

He didn't know how many silver coins or chips it cost to buy these equipment, but he just felt that the administrator's algorithm was quite casual.

Chu Guang said with a slight smile.

"It may not be enough, but it's not much different. For the sake of your sincerity and alliance, we are willing to provide you with a low-interest (negligible) loan to help you upgrade your agricultural tools and survive the initial transformation period."

"Don't worry about not paying it back. We will distinguish between personal and corporate debts. This is not Boulder City. Even if you go bankrupt, you will not become a slave. As long as the accounts are normal, at most the remaining assets will be auctioned."

Old Brown walked out of the reception room in a daze, thinking about it for a long time without realizing it.

He was already ready to go to the farm, and he just hoped that the manager could leave him some property for retirement, but he actually got a loan as a result?

And he can continue to run his own farm.

He was filled with confusion.

After all, it seems that I still made a profit?

It's outrageous.

For this kind of self-conscious feudal master, Chu Guang did not make things difficult for him. He even encouraged him a few words and sent him out personally.

Holding all the property tightly in the palm of your hand is Grandet's behavior, and allocating resources reasonably is what alliance managers should do.

What Chu Guang needs is not a farm, but to ensure the production of food and industrial materials in the territory. If Old Brown is willing to take the initiative to welcome the new order, he can certainly give him a decent ending.

If propaganda tools are used properly, Old Brown's deeds may become an example for those small feudal lords outside the complex.

Looking at the figure disappearing at the edge of the park, Chu Guang rubbed his chin and thought.

"...the new alliance needs its own publicity department."

Why not simply follow the sound of Boulder City and create a radio station belonging to Dawn City?

Chu Guang's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was necessary.

What's the point of doing good deeds without leaving a name?

That honest man!

You can't always let others talk the talk.

Wastelanders in Boulder City and even the entire southern area of ​​Qingquan City have the right to know the truest New Alliance and Dawn City.

All in all, he has to find a few braggarts to take back the publicity ground that he has been neglecting for a long time!

…

The next day, the New Alliance sent a working group to Brown Farm, and with the assistance of guards, liquidated the assets of Brown Farm.

What needs to be calculated clearly is mainly slaves and land.

One is about regulations and the other is about taxation. Both of them are top priorities. As for Old Brown's personal property, Chu Guang had no intention of taking it away from him.

As long as it is within the territory of the new alliance, it will be the same no matter who hands it.

Old Brown was quite cooperative with the working group that came to transform himself, but when he saw who the person was, he was dumbfounded.

"Lou, Luka... Hello first."

When he went to the outpost last winter, he didn't recognize this face. Later, when he inquired about the situation at Jiujiu Farm, he learned that Luca was a slave who escaped from his place.

When he first heard about this, Old Brown broke into a cold sweat on the spot.

He still remembered that he was so angry that he almost killed the guard who let Luka go without permission. However, considering that this might make things worse, he thought about it and finally decided not to make a move.

Looking at Luca standing in front of him, Old Brown was so nervous that he felt like a fish on the chopping board.

He even began to regret that he didn't pack up his belongings and run away.

However, Luka didn't make things difficult for him, he looked at him quietly and said.

"Hello, Mr. Brown."

"Following the orders of the administrator, I am here to supervise the transformation of the farm, Luca. We will take the slaves here to the Changjiu Farm for study and transformation, and the commissioner will evaluate the price and give you a one-time compensation."

"After this, I need to ensure that everyone here has obtained a free status. Please remember, it is everyone. Illegal restriction of personal freedom is a felony. You are now a citizen of the New Alliance. I hope you will keep this in mind. ”

He has obtained a new one. As for the past, Luka no longer wants to pursue it anymore, and it has no meaning.

Besides, this is the task of the manager. Luca feels that he is more loyal than anyone else and will never let his personal feelings get involved.

Brown Chicken nodded like a peck of rice, with a flattering smile on his face.

"I promise you! I will do my best to cooperate with your work!"

Luca nodded.

"It better be so."

Twenty guards wearing black coats marched in uniform steps and entered the Brown Farm in two lines.

The serfs standing next to the shack looked at these people blankly, confused as to what was happening in front of them.

They don't know yet that their destiny will change dramatically.

The farm guards standing around the wall cast envious glances at the rifles on their backs.

"No wonder they can defeat the Bone Chewing Tribe people... With this equipment, I feel like I can compete with Boulder City."

Although they had never been to Boulder City, the uniform formations and uniforms, as well as the bright long bayonets and rifles on their backs, were the limit of what they could imagine.

At this time, someone continued.

"I heard that the most capable people are not this group of people."

"Is there anything better that can be beaten?"

"Those blue coats are all awakened ones! These ones wearing black coats are just guards to maintain order."

Are all of them awakened? !

How is that possible!

Not many people believe this.

One or two is more or less acceptable, but they are all awakened ones. This is too exaggerated!

After all, awakening requires not only hard work, but also talent. Many people cannot awaken even after death, and many people suddenly awaken after just one death-critical experience.

"By the way...Old Brown surrenders, what will happen to us?"

"It's probably because the land has been disbanded. If I were the manager of the new alliance, I would not allow such a large uncontrolled armed force to exist on my territory."

"But they didn't pay attention to those mercenaries?"

"It's different. A mercenary is a mercenary, and a slave owner's guard is another matter... In short, there is a difference."

"If it is really disbanded, I will join the army. I will sacrifice my life for whoever I work for. I won't do anything else anyway."

"Come on, are you such a crooked and poor person? Can you pass the physical examination?"

"hehe!"

Listening to the unscrupulous laughter of his companions around him, Liu Wuyue's face was filled with resentment. He not only hated those blue coats for taking away the farm, but also hated these people for being indifferent to the fate of the farm. He felt ashamed of Brown's kindness to them!

This is not loyal at all!

Finally, he couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

"We gave them so much tribute, and now they want to take the farm from us? Bloody hands are not such bastards!"

A few years ago, he finally transformed from a slave into a guard and became a named person. Now he can finally ride on the heads of those slaves and dominate. Now, someone actually told him that they were free?

What a joke!

He doesn't want that!

The older guard glanced at him.

"Bloody Hands... those packs of jackals come to us for a fight in the autumn wind. We give them much more food than we give to the blue coats."

Liu Wuyue said stubbornly.

"But at least they didn't take away our farm!"

The older guard shrugged.

"Maybe, but what does it have to do with me? This is Old Brown's farm, neither you nor me. Maybe he made some deal with the new alliance, a sum of money or some other promise, but whatever it is Nothing has anything to do with you or me.”

He still has a good impression of the new alliance.

Unlike most of the guards here, he was a wanderer from the wasteland from the east, and was not promoted from a slave to a guard. He did not work for Old Brown out of loyalty, but purely to earn a living.

He had met many slave owners along the way, but this was the first time he met an idealist who was willing to return freedom to people.

Although he had never met the manager, he was deeply impressed by the kindness of this adult.

Maybe he will join the army later.

Just like what the other guards said, no matter who you sacrifice your life for, you sacrifice your life for him. He can't do anything else except pull the trigger anyway, so it's better to leave the bullets to the predators and alien species.

Liu Wuyue was so angry that he couldn't speak. Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, Liu Jiuyue, who was standing nearby, hurriedly stepped up to give him a hand.

"Forget it, brother, don't be impulsive."

It's not a good idea to start a fight in front of the guards.

This is already the territory of the New Alliance.

As the leader of the farm guards, Liu Zhengyue's mood at the moment was also full of complexity.

He felt that Old Brown was simply frightened out of his wits by those blue coats.

Maybe the people in the new alliance didn't intend to care about them at all, and they didn't look down on their palm-sized place at all. It was all because of old Brown's own cleverness that led to such a result.

What's more, they have been providing food to those blue coats. Those people are not going to kill the donkey, right?

But it's useless to say anything now.

Their family had dedicated the farm to the new alliance, and their only consolation was that they could continue to farm the land.

But there are no more slaves to call upon.

On the grain drying field.

All 217 slaves were brought here and stood in two lines in the open space, looking blankly around them and at the guards carrying rifles.

They didn't know that these people were here to save them, or even what was happening outside the wall.

They watched as Old Brown stepped in front of them.

This man, who had always been bossing them around, used a polite tone for the first time today, looking at them like they were human beings.

"The new alliance has been established. Thanks to the great management, you are free from now on! I am no longer your slave, and you are no longer anyone's slave."

"Let's live a good life in the new era."

"It's all over."

After saying these words, Old Brown hurriedly left. Soon the working group led by Luca took over the place and started working with the cooperation of the guards.

Many slaves recognized Luca, but the changes in him made all the slaves afraid to recognize him.

However, Luka did not put on any airs with them. He patiently walked in front of them and promoted the thoughts and will of the management master to them.

And the only personal belongings he carried——

Loyal!

It is management that saves you, so you must remember and abide by loyalty!

After hearing these words, the originally anxious slaves all breathed a sigh of relief.

For most of them, loyalty that can be explained in one sentence is far easier to understand than waiting and salvation.

Seeing that these people finally understood the painstaking efforts in managing Lord Yu, old Luca finally showed a happy smile on his face.

In any case, backward production relations must be abolished.

In the recovery zone of the New Alliance, human freedom will be protected by the law, and this is also Chu Guang's promise to those who support him.

217 serfs and 41 servants will automatically obtain the status of wards and go to the long-term farm to undergo transformation ranging from one to six months.

During this period, the new alliance would provide them with food and educational opportunities, and their obligation was to learn at least one skill that would enable them to make a living.

Whether it's working on a sewing machine or moving bricks and screwing screws, you must at least find a job that you can do well.

In addition, they also need to learn the laws of the new alliance and accept new ideas.

When the transformation is completed, everyone will automatically obtain the status of a new alliance resident and decide their own future.

Of course they can continue farming.

But no longer for others, but for yourself.

…

Chu Guang originally planned to go there in person to incorporate the Brown Farm, but unfortunately he had something more important to discuss, so he entrusted it to Old Luca.

Today is the third day of the establishment of the new alliance. At 8 o'clock in the morning in the wasteland, the first batch of European emperors who have qualified for the closed test of the Beta0.1 version are finally online.

Chu Guang temporarily placed the newly produced culture cabin in Shelter No. 117.

Because there is no independent room suitable for placing the sleeping cabin on the B4 floor, and it involves the core area of ​​the shelter - the terminal that controls the servo amplifier.

This is a "development function", and Chu Guang naturally cannot open it to players.

Although there is no more space in Vault 404, there are still 100 "deluxe single rooms" available in Vault 117.

Chu Guang corrected the bug in the Beta 0.1 version and changed all the rooms in Shelter 117 into double dormitories. The maximum population of Shelter 117 doubled instantly, and can now accommodate up to 1,000 people.

The first batch of players for the B-round test is tentatively set at 40 people.

At the same time, the exploration plan for Shelter 401 and the reactor fuel tank is also in progress. This work is currently being carried out by a scientific research team led by Yin Fang.

In the square of Vault 117.

It was a noisy moment.

Most people put on the helmet with the mentality of giving it a try, but they didn't expect that it turned out to be true.

All the expectations and anxiety were settled at this moment, and the joy and excitement burst out like a new life!

Keep your voice down, I said: "Hahahaha! Come in! I finally came in!"

Asian Pictures: "Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me. All of you here are the ones who stand out among hundreds of millions of good brothers. Please speak tougher!"

Brother Ice and Fire: "Ouch! Everyone, be tougher! Is Planner Gou here? Light a cigarette for Ye Xin!"

Asian Pictures: “Fuck, bro is awesome!”

Luo Yu rubbed his face repeatedly.

"Eh heh heh? Isn't there a part in this game where you can choose someone's gender?"

Feng Qing looked around blankly.

"The modeling is flawless and cannot be penetrated at all. There are also differences in light and shadow effects and temperature. This game... is too real!"

Wearing blue power armor, Chu Guang and his most loyal guards stood aside and quietly watched these cute newcomers cry, laugh, make noise and jump excitedly.

He has long been accustomed to the players' performance art, and can understand their excitement, while the guards next to him are still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Chu Guang coughed slightly and spoke softly on the communication channel.

"Freeze awakening syndrome, dormant time of more than two centuries... This happens occasionally, don't be too surprised."

The symptoms were made up by him, and no one could falsify them anyway.

Of course, the guards wearing exoskeletons had no doubts about what the manager said. In their view, the manager's will was the truth, and they all nodded loyally.

Not to mention it was an accident, there was no change in the expressions on their faces at all.

Same as previous versions.

Chu Guang gave these excited little players enough time to celebrate and let them fully vent their excitement and excitement.

At the same time, most of the veteran players who were planning to do the "Pass on the Fire" mission were standing on the edge of the hall watching the newbies comment and make choices.

Most of them came here this way.

Even more exaggerated than these newcomers.

Watching the newbies make a fuss is one of the repertoires of the closed beta test server of "Wasteland OL".

"This new generation is no good," Tails, with his arms crossed, shook his head in an arrogant manner, "No one took off their pants!"

Sis squinted his tail.

"What you said is dangerous."

If the old players who bring new players are in the range of LV8~LV11, there are also some "new players" who have just passed LV5 and come to recruit them.

Chu Guang did not strictly limit the level of the "Legend of the Fire" mission. He did not even restrict that he must be a professional combat player. The only requirement was to have a VM.

At the same time, since the Beta0.1 version updated the corps system, many old players who plan to form independent corps are also here.

However, the recruitment conditions of these big guys are usually more stringent than those of individual players, and they only target hardcore players with the same goals.

There are many ways to play "Wasteland OL".

Although it tends to recruit hardcore gamers who are good at playing, it does not "only" recruit hardcore gamers.

An overly serious servo atmosphere will make the game niche, and this is why Chu Guang has always emphasized on the official website that "Wasteland OL" is a "fun-oriented MMORPG" that is more casual.

Holding the wooden sign in his hand, he shouted excitedly with his big eyes and loud voice. He looked very much like an old man picking up his children at the gate of the kindergarten.

"The Death Corps is recruiting! We have the highest battle losses and the most medals. We will go wherever the danger is! The only requirement is to obey the command in team battles and not be afraid of death when fighting in a team. Brother Shui, a professional firefighter, will take you to experience the most realistic fire fighting Live!”

I couldn't help but squirt while paddling on the edge.

"Have you ever advertised like this?"

Liability Big Eyes smiled.

"You know a lot! Didn't you see those cute newcomers' eyes light up?"

The construction site boy and Brick raised their hands.

"I'm so jealous! Rather than having conflicts after joining the group, it's better for us to talk things through with the newcomers!"

On the other side, Brother Mole's "Skeleton Corps" and Commander Fountain's "Storm Corps" are also recruiting people, but neither of them are very open.

As for the characteristics, there are some. The front one is a German-beating stick equipment, and the engineer shovel is given to the regiment. The latter is to advocate breaking the whole into parts, and everyone can wear whatever they want.

Many newcomers have seen Brother Mole's posts on the forum, especially when they heard that he is an unemployed painter, and some hardcore gamers have signed up with him.

Apart from the Death Corps, the one who made the most noise was undoubtedly Brother Mosquito.

It can be said that this guy has performed performance art to the extreme. He stood in the square wearing fire-breathing equipment and shouted at the top of his voice.

"The Burning Corps is recruiting! The T0 boss will help you show off and help you fly! The Corps has an air force and artillery, and now it has a 10% discount voucher benefit for goblin technology! There is no time limit for use!"

Commander Fountain: "Damn it, Mosquito, aren't you a professional player in life?"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "That's right! You're here to join in the fun! And that thing of yours is also called the Air Force?"

Macabazi: "That's right! Your crappy airplane is like the Air Force!"

Stop talking nonsense: "???"

Ignoring everyone's complaints, Mosquito smiled and said: "Hey, who said I am a professional life player! Have you ever seen a professional life player who killed the BOSS for the first time?"

The battlefield atmosphere team standing aside was the most dissatisfied with me, and rolled his eyes involuntarily.

This guy.

It's just a robbery of someone's head. Are you embarrassed to talk about it every day?

Mosquito coughed.

"No nonsense, I'm helping Lao Bai and the others recruit people. Originally we were going to call it the Ox and Horse Corps, but the name was too weird. We happened to play World of Warcraft together in the past, so we changed it to the Burning Corps."

It turned out to be some big bosses from the cattle and horse herd.

Everyone stopped complaining about Mosquito Keng Mengxin.

Everyone has witnessed the combat effectiveness of the Cow Horse Team.

However, Lao Bai and the others did not recruit new people themselves, but asked Mosquito to do it for them, which was beyond the expectations of the players such as Mole and Quanshui.

Did these hateful Europeans receive another hidden mission?

Not cutting it off is too much!

In addition to the newly established corps, those merchant players who planned to trick the newbies into joining the group were also there shouting at them.

The noisy sounds in the square were endless, and the newcomers were confused to find out how these veteran players could be more noisy than them.

At this moment, a scream came from the crowd.

Unprofessional comment: "Gan! Why is my nose flat?"

The surrounding players turned to look at the door and were immediately happy.

Good guy.

A walking upright... Bajie?

The nose and ears are correct!

"Awesome, after Cat Girl, are there pigs?"

"Friend, can you eat pork?"

"Oh, the evil plan planned by the dog!"

"Hahahaha, brother, I have read your notebook!"

Unprofessional comment: "%￥#@!"

Chu Guang stood in the square with a surprised expression on his face.

Especially when he browsed the properties panel of this little player.

【

ID: Unprofessional anti-steamed bun

Base sequence: constitution

Level: LV.0

——Basic attributes——

Strength: 5

Agility: 3

Constitution: 7

Perception: 5

Intelligence: 5

】

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Talent:

Pigman: Obtain the nose, ears and tail of a pig (messed up, the genetic similarity between pigs and humans is as high as 83%, but the integration of the two is not as smooth as expected... Maybe I should try it next time cat.)】

Accelerated recovery: Has a 133%~150% recovery speed bonus, and gets a 200% bonus when the hunger accumulation speed is high.

】

It’s the same as the previous Aoao sesame paste.

The player's sequence is not classified as a different species, but a physical constitution. The attribute panel is also a standard template for a physical constitution, with 3 agility and 7 body, and the rest are all with a baseline value of 5.

This is also the case.

After all, the claws of lizards and great white bears can be used at least. The debuff of callus hands and feet is that the fingers are not coordinated at most.

Pig trotters...

Apart from braised in soy sauce, Chu Guang really couldn't think of any other uses.

"Forget it, I'll leave it to the players to figure out the specific gameplay."

Chu Guang coughed lightly, walked in front of the players, skillfully blocked the hand that tried to attack the chest, and activated the talent of psychic deterrence, forcing the naughty little players to retreat instinctively.

Wait for everyone to calm down.

In response to the pair of expectant gazes, Chu Guang read out the newly designed opening remarks for the Beta version with a serious expression.

"Welcome to the surface, lucky ones who are still alive! I am the manager of Vault 404, and I am also the manager of the Alliance.

"I have two pieces of news for you here. The good news is that the war is over. The bad news is that our world has been changed beyond recognition."

"However, the situation here is not as bad as you think. Thanks to the efforts of your predecessors, they united the indigenous people on the surface, defeated the barbarians who threatened us, and successfully established our empire in the wasteland. The first stronghold.”

"According to the resolution of the highest level of the People's Federation, the United Front for the Revitalization of Human Civilization has been established. We have formed a new alliance, and recovery districts will soon spring up like mushrooms after a rain, until we find everything we have lost one by one."

"You are more fortunate than hundreds of millions of people to be able to live in this new era. After celebrating the joy of new life, I need you to recognize the current situation as soon as possible, and then fulfill your oath under the banner of the People's Federation-"

"Build our home!"

In terms of setting, the players are old popsicles who have been dormant since the People's League era.

Although the hibernation cabin does not have freezing capabilities.

After saying this in Chinese, Chu Guang recorded it and backed it up on the servo camera.

From now on, new people will join the game every day, and he can't be there every day as a repeater.

After that, Chu Guang will ask his trusted guards to come here and complete the work on his behalf——

Play his recording.

Or repeat what he said afresh.

The opening animation ended, and Chu Guang handed over time to the veteran players.

In the lively welcome ceremony, the newbies found their organizations one after another, holding the novice gift packs prepared for them by the management with great anticipation, preparing to step into this mysterious wasteland world and experience the reality of this world. How realistic can virtual reality games be?

With the care of old players, the fastest death record set by the quitting guy should not be refreshed so quickly.

And all of a sudden, the most powerful team of oxen and horses from Servo Master quietly approached the eastern part of Qingquan City - an area that few people set foot on.

Standing on a half-collapsed tall building.

Holding the telescope in his hand, he looked at the vast forest scattered among the reinforced concrete ruins, his face full of shock.

"This is amazing..."

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(Thanks to "Di San Xian Gai Van" for the reward!! This chapter is still a little short of 10,000 words, so just make up for yesterday's work. I will pay back the updates I owed before. It's too uncomfortable not to save the manuscript. (T.T.)