This Game Is Too Realistic

"What the hell!?"

In the kitchen of the Fallen Leaf Camp, looking at the potatoes piled up in front of him, the warrior holding the knife had his eyes straightened and his chin wanted to touch the ground.

Is this cooking for pigs? !

How many tons of potatoes do these guys have to eat a day? !

And...

The cook who handed him the task didn't pay attention to the expression on his face at all, he just gave the order in a commanding tone.

"You...are called Pangolin, right? These potatoes are your job today. I hope to see them all washed and peeled before evening."

"If the work is not finished, you will have a good excuse."

After leaving these words, the guy disappeared without knowing where he was.

Looking at the knife in his hand, and then at the three skinny survivors next to him, the warlord felt like crying.

"This...how long do I have to cut it off?"

Yesterday, he was bragging on the official website that he completed the workload of three people in just half a day. As soon as it went online today, the workload completed yesterday directly became today's standard, and it was quadrupled.

This is like catching a fat sheep and pulling it hard.

The key is that there are no mission rewards yet!

Compared with the people in the legion, their respected manager is simply a living Buddha!

Wrong...

Are these dogecoins worthy of being compared with the administrator? ?

The warlord got angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He clenched his knife tightly and almost couldn't help but chase him out and open the eyes of that arrogant fat pig.

However, thinking of the hidden missions unlocked on the official website last night and the generous mission rewards, he finally took a deep breath and endured it patiently.

A man can bend and stretch.

For the sake of the supreme manager... I endure it!

"We have to improve our tools. This knife won't be finished sharpening by this time tomorrow." The warlord looked back at the three apprentices behind him, gesticulating with his hands and talking in a poor way.

The three apprentices looked at each other in confusion. They listened half-understood, and their faces were full of confusion.

The warlord sighed, picked a guy who looked a little smarter, and asked him to go to the scavenger's dump station to find some iron pieces.

After getting the parts and tools, he used flint to grind through the middle of the iron sheet, then wound the iron wire several times to make four simple paring knives.

This thing is a bit like a razor.

Although it is far from automatic, it is at least much faster than a dagger.

After his patient guidance, the three apprentices quickly learned how to peel potatoes more efficiently.

This time the warlord learned the lesson and instead of showing off anxiously everywhere, he squatted next to the three apprentices and started working hard.

Seeing his leisurely look, the apprentice on the side couldn't help but said with envy.

"Brother, do you peel potatoes often?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"No...it just seems that you are quite skilled in your movements, and the improved tool works quite well."

Wargo said with a chuckle.

"What's the point? We all do it this way, and I learned it from others."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the three apprentices became even more envious.

In the wasteland, crops with a planting cycle of more than two months are not affordable for ordinary people.

Green wheat is grown in most survivor settlements, not because people like the unique smell of oxalic acid, but because other crops cannot wait until they mature and are either destroyed by predators or by alien species. .

The more war-torn times are, the more people tend to plant crops with short growth cycles and low requirements on soil, fertility, and manpower.

This is true in every world.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so the warlord simply chatted with these apprentices about life in the alliance.

At that time, he did not mention the Alliance and Dawn City, and still referred to it as "Bate Street".

His mouth was dry as he spoke, and the warlord paused, then suddenly noticed a dark row of residents standing in the open space outside the kitchen.

"What's going on over there?"

An apprentice squatting next to him quickly answered.

"I heard that the legion is recruiting soldiers..."

"Recruiting troops?"

"Well, survivors who are strong or have special powers can sign up, saying that as long as they join the legion's team, they can eat potatoes and beef."

When he said that, the apprentice had an envious expression on his face, and he was obviously moved.

Maybe he thought that he might be sent to the front line as cannon fodder, but in the end he didn't make up his mind to try his luck.

The warlord looked at this guy with a strange look on his face, and threw the potatoes that had been peeled and plated for a long time into the frame next to him.

Those two-headed cows and potatoes...

Aren’t they all obtained from your home?

While the field man was peeling potatoes and thinking about whether to try his luck at the recruiting place, Colway, standing in the center of the camp, was looking at the roster sent by his men.

In four days, they gathered a total of 7,400 survivors and evacuated nearly 17 survivor settlements.

The largest survivor settlement had a thousand people, and there was even a cast-iron cannon in the camp.

And...

In front of the 400mm main gun, that kind of thing is just a toy.

Especially when the residents heard that "the steel airship wiped out the company's entire team of men with just one shot," the locals simply couldn't muster the courage to resist, so they packed up their luggage and moved here with them.

They have deployed firewood generators in the camp to power the nutrient paste synthesis device. They will also build several smelting furnaces here to melt the garbage picked up by the scavengers from the city into thick metal castings. , crafting the Ripper Rifle and ammo.

General McClung gave him the task of training a thousand-man team composed of locals within two months to fight with their Air and Space Marines.

This laid the foundation for them to include the southern plains of the River Valley Province into their sphere of influence.

Standing next to Colway, logistics officer Finold narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the row of survivors standing in front of him and the camp that was beginning to take shape.

"We have to speed up... The people from the enterprise have discovered our actions, and our patrol team has missed several missions."

Colway: "I have reported this issue to Mr. Rachel, and we will increase the number of patrols later..."

"One more thing."

"What?"

"I heard that a two-story death claw appeared in the survivor colony at No. 79 Xiangling Street...is that right?"

Colway thought of this piece of jewelry and nodded.

"Yes, this time, I reported the situation there to Mr. Rachel. Considering that it was only a survivor settlement of two or three people, and those locals must be able to escape from the mouth of the death claw, Survive, I asked my men to cross out that survivor settlement... Is there a problem? "

It wasn't that he was afraid of that thing, he just felt it wasn't worth wasting his men's lives and precious ammunition just to kill a beast.

The number of aviation marines is limited and cannot be replenished from the rear. The corporate guerrillas are enough to give him a headache these days.

Finold said pleasantly.

"No problem, there is no harm in missing two or three men, but General McClung is very interested in that beast. He saw the guy on the bridge and kept talking about hanging the guy's head on the bow of the Heart of Steel. Take it back and show it to General Griffin."

Colway looked at Finold in surprise and was speechless for a long time.

The smile on Finold's face remained unchanged, and his tone was still gentle.

"Can I trouble you?"

It would be best if you can refuse. This is General McClung's order.

Even with ten thousand reluctances in his heart, Colway could only nod his numb head.

"good……"

…

"...Doesn't this library have a basement?"

In the dark tunnel.

Sisi held up a flashlight and looked around. It felt like a bomb shelter to her, although she had never seen what a bomb shelter looked like in reality.

Sesame Paste walked beside her, holding a radio in his arms, his cat ears raised alertly, and his eyes looking around.

At this moment, the radio, which had been quiet a second ago, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching laugh, which scared her so much that she almost dropped it on the ground.

"...Who did you listen to?"

"Local residents."

"Haha...what do they know?"

That’s right.

Si Si nodded thoughtfully and did not continue to ask further questions on this irrelevant question.

If anyone can find the entrance to the shelter, it will undoubtedly be a torture for those inside and those outside.

Both physically and spiritually.

The two continued to move forward along the dark tunnel, which became wider and wider as they went forward. From the beginning, it could only allow four people to walk side by side, and now it is even as wide as two lanes.

Looking at the fork in the road next to the passage, Sisi became more and more sure of his previous guess.

There should be more than one entrance to Vault 79.

And the number of people it can accommodate is far more than a thousand people!

The elevator on the second floor of the library, hidden behind the bookshelf on the side of the wall, is just one of the entrances to this tunnel.

As for how they found that intersection, they have to start from half an hour ago.

Half an hour ago, they found the radio on the second floor of the library that received signals from nowhere.

The man on the radio claimed to be the manager of Vault 79. He couldn't tell whether he was mocking himself or blaming himself, saying, "Half of the savagery in this land can trace their roots to him," and advised the two to leave quickly. This is a place of right and wrong.

Sisi expressed reservations about his statement.

But for now, this guy seems to be the only one who knows the entrance to Vault 79.

She thought it would take some effort to gain the manager's trust, but to her surprise, she didn't waste much time talking to that crappy person to convince him and agreed to let them watch. A look at Vault 79.

Tell the truth.

Such a simple persuasion was so easy that Sisi couldn't even believe it.

Could it be...

Is your hidden charm attribute actually very high?

Thinking of this, a subtle expression appeared on Sisi's face.

At this time, the radio suddenly spoke.

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask, what is Vault 404 for?"

"Just an ordinary shelter?"

"Oh, so..."

"What's up?"

"It's nothing, I just want to make sure it doesn't interfere with other friends' work... Haha."

There was something meaningful about that smile.

But Sisi didn't think much about it.

After all, this old radio, even if it doesn't say anything, is still emitting electric noise all the time.

"By the way, what should we call you."

"Just call me manager."

"But we already have a manager, so there has to be a distinction."

The voice pondered for a while.

"Sorry, I've been alone for too long. I haven't mentioned my name for a long time. I thought about it for a while. Just... call me Yongshi."

Si Si was slightly surprised and didn't say much, just nodded "Oh".

Most of the NPCs in this game have strange names, including their managers, who have always called themselves "Shuguang", and only occasionally the name "Chu Guang" comes up.

But judging from the meaning of this guy's words, it seems that he is an old monster who has lived since the pre-war era...

This task is getting more and more interesting.

Sesame Paste, who was walking aside, couldn't understand what the two were communicating at all, so he asked with some anxiety.

"How long until we arrive?"

Sisi relayed her question, and the radio operator quickly answered.

"It's just ahead...but before that, I hope you can be mentally prepared. I said, no survivors will be sheltered there."

"I'm ready."

As the guide of the dungeon, this NPC is too much to say.

Just as Sisi was thinking this, a giant gear-shaped alloy door finally appeared at the end of the tunnel.

The number 79 in the center of the printed gear has not faded at all even after two centuries.

Their eyes were filled with excitement for a moment.

Mission accomplished!

The entrance to Vault 79 has been found!

"It's a pity that the tail is not here...should we call her over?"

"It's a waste of time to go back and forth. It's hard to get here. Anyway, let's see what it looks like inside..."

Suppressing the excitement in his voice, Sisi looked at the radio in Zhima Ming's hand and asked in People's Lianyu.

"...How should we proceed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stones on the ground suddenly jumped slightly.

There was a tremor like an earthquake under the feet, and the giant gear with an unknown tonnage slowly rolled to one side.

Sisi's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the straight corridor behind the giant door and the spacious buffer room that looked like a brothel.

The area in front of her was 10 times the size of Vault 404...

However, what surprised her even more was what came next.

When she and Sesame Paste passed through the wide buffer room and the door at the end of the corridor, the floor-to-ceiling windows more than ten meters high quickly came into view.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, their understanding of shelter was completely overturned.

The square buildings, like straight lines with sharp edges and corners, are distributed in an unusually wide area and extend into the bottomless underground.

A series of steep thoroughfares connect those boxy buildings together.

They are like blocks connected to each other, stacked on top of each other and connected to each other, maximizing the use of space in a way that is acceptable to human aesthetics.

At this moment, they are standing at the highest point of this "underground city"...

Sisi opened his eyes wide, subconsciously touched his ear, and his fingertips were completely stuck to the shutter of the headset.

The sesame paste standing aside was stunned on the spot. Not only his eyes were wide open, but his mouth was opened so wide that it seemed like he could stuff an egg into it.

"Is this... really a shelter?"

"Welcome to Ruigu City 2.0." A cheerful voice came from the radio, "There have been no new guests here for a long time."

The moment the words fell, the eyes under the cat's ears suddenly flashed with a hint of alertness.

Sesame paste's right hand quickly pulled out the 12mm caliber revolver inserted into his waist, and his thumb deftly pressed down the hammer.

This is a pistol she bought from the manager a long time ago, mainly used to deal with large alien species.

Behind the door she aimed at, a tiger twice as big as two circles was staring at the two of them through the glass window on the door, growling dangerously from its mouth.

A pair of teeth turned the outside of the lips, like a sharp dagger!

Its claws scratched the door, its teeth rubbed against the door frame, and its eyes were full of impatience, as if it had been hungry for a long time.

The moment she met her eyes, the biological instinct made her feel that the hairs all over her body stood up.

Also aware of the dangerous aura, Sisi swallowed hard, loaded the assault rifle in his hand with a click, aimed at the door, and asked the radio.

"What's going on here...?"

Why are there alien species in the shelter? !

The radio sighed quietly.

"So I told you to prepare... As you can see, this city has fallen."

"Fall..."

"Yes."

Leaning in Sesame's arms, the old radio seemed to be narrating a passage from the past, its soft voice saying "Yu".

"The people here once spent a brief period of prosperity. The giant gate could block war and radiation, but it could not block people's yearning for the outside world and freedom... I tried to persuade them to wait a little longer. Radioactive dust falls from the sky to the ground, and when the glaciers that freeze the earth melt, we will walk hand in hand to the outside world, and then..."

"What?"

"But they can't wait any longer and are clamoring to leave here. I can't persuade them no matter how hard I try..."

The voice on the radio had a hint of ridicule, but it soon changed to a relieved tone.

"Not to mention those old things, I believe you are not interested either. In short, since the door outside is always opening and closing frequently, there is no difference between the world here and the outside world... or even worse than the outside world."

"Our original intention was to help the mutated creatures outside restore their normal state, but who would have thought that some idiots were not satisfied with getting out of the world on their own, but also brought out the creatures carrying the complete genetic body, which led to the current situation. There are those mutated freaks out there."

Sisi frowned.

"You mean...all the alien species outside escaped from here?"

The radio answered briefly.

"Probably, anyway, I estimate that at least half of them are. As for the rest, you have to ask other shelters...you know what they are doing."

After a pause, its tone seemed to contain a hint of deep self-blame.

"Of course, it's not that we haven't tried to make remedies. Before the last crisis, we had been looking for ways to control the spread of genetic organisms. In fact, this great work is about to be completed... It's a pity that it's just... At the last moment, the only research area that was not occupied finally fell."

Si Si’s eyes were bright.

"We are willing to continue the work you have accomplished! Returning the ecology of this planet to normal is also part of our efforts to revive the cause of the United Nations!"

Any major research results discovered in the wasteland, whether they are encrypted data or sample entities, can be exchanged for generous rewards from the NPC Yin Fang of the scientific expedition team.

Such a big shelter.

The things researched in it can definitely be exchanged for a lot of rewards, right?

I don't know what she was thinking at the moment, but a happy voice floated from the radio.

"歼I'm glad to hear you say that. It seems that I don't trust you as much as I do."

After a short pause, it continued.

"There is a silver-colored building in the center of the city. Its appearance is eye-catching. You should be able to see it from here. That is the research area of ​​this shelter. All our research results are stored there, including our experimental data. , including the serum samples we have completed.”

Sisi: "Serum?"

"The serum that can reverse mutation, we only completed the Death Claws...because they are the most dangerous."

The moment he heard these words, Sisi was stunned.

"Is this kind of thing possible?"

The reversal has mutated...

This may sound fanciful.

However, the radio spoke in a determined tone.

"Of course, it's not impossible to do. Let's get back to the subject, if you are really willing to inherit our legacy, just take those things outside for us. Since you are from the shelter, you must know How do you use them?"

"Of course, the alien species here are difficult to deal with, including more than one Death Claw. You can go back to prepare first, and come back when you are ready."

"I do have this plan..." Sisi glanced at the tiger outside the door.

She did need to do some preparation.

When they entered Xiangling Town before, in order to show their sincerity, she and Sesame Paste only carried basic self-defense weapons.

With the little ammunition on hand, I'm afraid I won't even be able to deal with the monster behind the door in front of me.

At least get everyone together!

…

Peak offline time of the day.

The official forum was once again detonated by a post.

"Big News! Vault 79 decrypted! Hidden underground city of Mizutani City! 》

Quit smoking: "Holy shit! Underground city?!"

Tails: "Uh-huh! The monsters in there are so powerful! There are so many rubbish guys! (✪ω✪)"

Picking up trash level 99: "???"

I was the darkest: "666! Isn't this much more awesome than that shabby map from War Land?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Nima, that's not what you said yesterday!"

Thunder Dharma King Professor Yang: "At this scale...isn't it too much to release another hundred thousand activation codes?"

Irena: "...Tsk, the novice village of Deathclaw is no more exciting than the No. 117 shelter of Little Monkey. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "It's just brushing directly on the face. (Funny)"

Tyrannosaurus Rex Warrior: "Let me in! The dog planner didn't send me a helmet report! (Crazy)"

Lao Ji: "(dumbfounded.jpg)"

Sisi: "In short, this is basically the situation in Vault 79... Since there is no Internet here, we can only upload the photos after returning to the Storm Troops' station in a few days."

"In addition, we also learned that there is a huge nuclear energy reserve in that shelter. According to the description of the administrator named Yongshi, it is more than enough to operate for another three centuries. The serum located in the central research area of ​​the underground city, Is it possible to reverse mutation?"

Crow Crow: "Wait a minute, doesn't that mean Rourou can become a human being? (Excited)"

Fujito: "(Look forward to) (Look forward to)"

Rourou: "Wait a minute, I am a human! (╯°Д°)╯"

"Although I, the game player, are indeed not human."

"No! It feels so weird to say that!"

Rourou, who posted three posts in a row, fell into chaos, but due to the players' expectations for the new map, he was almost overwhelmed by the influx of replies.

After browsing the post from beginning to end, a certain planner sitting in front of the computer had a surprised expression on his face.

"...Reverse mutation?!"

What kind of black technology is this?

At this moment, Chu Guang was as surprised as the player named Sisi.

Well, he has experts he can consult.

Without hesitation, Chu Guang immediately got up and went to the B3 floor, where he found Heya who was busy in the laboratory.

After listening to his consultation, Heya paused in her work and showed an expression of surprise in her eyes.

"...Are you sure? Reverse mutation?"

Chu Guang spoke carefully.

"I can't guarantee that the source of the news is accurate. I can only make sure that I heard it correctly... But by the way, are you even so surprised?"

"Well, it's not so much that I'm surprised, but that I don't quite understand the significance of this research project."

The index finger gently rested on her chin, and Heya had a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Although the mutated creatures in the wasteland do not rule out human factors, most of them are actually the result of natural selection. Only species with stronger survival capabilities can survive on this planet with an extreme ecological environment. This is what caused the current situation. The fundamental reason for this situation.”

"If the environment itself is not changed, it makes no sense to only change the traits of one or two organisms. These individuals who cannot adapt to the current environment will soon be eliminated, and the traits cannot be inherited at all."

After a pause, she continued.

"Moreover, evolution is a continuous process. To which stage does that serum specifically intend to trace the mutations that have occurred?"

"So he lied?" Chu Guang also discovered that this logic did not make sense, and frowned slightly, "Storing the research results in Vault 79 is not as simple as he frankly said."

Heya teased: "You and I have the same idea. Eighty percent of your residents have been deceived. Sometimes they are really innocent and cute... Speaking of which, can't Yin Fang find any information about Shelter No. 79? ? Even the manager’s name?”

Chu Guang shook his head.

"It can't be found. The shelter is like a black box. It's a blind box from the outside."

Heya, who had her arms folded, tilted her head, unsure of what the blind box was.

Chu Guang didn't explain, thinking quickly in his mind.

He could not say that the "Yongshi" was lying. He most likely concealed part of the truth in order to allow his players to take the serum stored in the shelter outside.

There may be many reasons for doing this. Before you figure out what the serum is, there is no point in guessing.

But what puzzled Chu Guang was, why didn't he do this himself?

As long as the door of the shelter is closed and the power is cut off, the creatures inside will die of lack of oxygen in a few days.

Even if some of them can survive tenaciously, it's just a matter of waiting a few more days.

Either that person has incomplete permissions.

Or for some reason, that person doesn't want the alien species in the shelter to die...