This Game Is Too Realistic

Sperger is back.

And I met the manager!

Boulder City 㹐䛊 Hall.

When they saw that familiar face appear at the door, everyone in the Friendship Club immediately rushed to him excitedly and surrounded him.

"Wait a minute! Don't ask me about the manuscript yet!" Looking at the surging crowd, Sperger seemed to have guessed what they were going to say, and immediately screamed, "I have something important to say!"

"Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense," Lovett urged, reaching out and hooking his shoulder, "You said you wanted to go to the northern suburbs, and now you have done so. What's the story behind? The chapter of the Great Revolution. How’s the writing going?”

"Now I want to say it's something more important than this!"

Pushing Lovett's hand away, Sperger signaled everyone to be quiet, cleared his throat and spoke.

"He let me try on his powered armor. That thing is really extraordinary... Even with my physique, I can gain the strength of a giant while wearing powered armor!"

An electrician couldn't help but say 妤.

"Incredible...he really let you wear it."

Other friends also teased you jokingly.

"I don't believe it! Your coat doesn't stink him to death?"

"that is!"

"You can brag!"

For everyone's teasing, Sperger didn't take it seriously, because he knew that what was true could not be false, and what was false could not be true.

"Whether you believe it or not, that gentleman is actually a very easy-going person. He doesn't care so much. Although his guard was a bit scary, the young man kept staring at me and I didn't even dare to use the bathroom. It’s a matter of fact... but these are not the main point.”

Lovett swallowed.

"What's the point?"

Is there anything more outrageous than a canned person being invited as a guest by the alliance administrators and being invited to try on power armor?

Everyone stared at Sperger intently, waiting for him to continue.

Sperger had a happy smile on his face, as if his dream had come true.

"Awakened ones can defeat powered armor! This is what the manager told me personally! He is both an awakened one and has powered armor. No one knows better than him!"

There was a sound of exclamation in the crowd.

That title really bothered them for a long time.

Even because of the title, Boer's story was often ridiculed by the militiamen.

Although it was just a trivial matter, the controversy is finally over now.

Lovett clenched his fists excitedly: "I'm just saying that the title is not an exaggeration at all! That bastard Joey, I'll tell him clearly right now!"

Seeing Lovett turning around excitedly and about to go out, Sperger quickly stretched out his hand to hold him.

"Stop it, this little thing isn't worth it."

He didn't like the militiamen.

But the Great Revolution is over, and what is needed most now is unity.

The friend standing aside laughed and patted Sperger on the shoulder.

"Don't look at Lovett like that. He and Joey have a close relationship."

Another friend also said with a smile.

"That's right! Joey is not a stingy person. He is one of the few people in the militia who is willing to tell the truth. Don't write down his ending as too miserable."

"Joy? Is he in the book? Forget it..." Sperger scratched his head, unable to remember that this character existed in Bol's story.

However, he planned to write about a centurion who stood on the side of the people.

After all, when he was in prison, he did go too far with the militia, but in fact there were also Tibetan people among those soldiers.

Regardless of whether those guys sided with the poor guys because they couldn't get the money, couldn't grab the money, or some other reason, this was a victory for all of them.

This will never change.

Alyssa stood on the edge of the crowd.

She held a letter in her hand. She thought about it but couldn't squeeze it in. She could only try to stand on tiptoes and shake her arms.

Siberg quickly noticed her, opened a path through the crowd, came to her, said with a smile.

"Do you need any help?"

Alyssa nodded vigorously, and a rare nervousness appeared on Alyssa's face.

"Um...do you have a reply?"

Upon hearing this, Sperger scratched his head.

He came back empty-handed.

The alliance has already declared their attitude and choice with actions, and this is more important to them than anything else, but he feels that the little girl in front of him expects more than this.

But he still chose to tell the truth.

"no……"

Looking at Alyssa's dropped eyes, Sperger thought for a while, sighed and continued.

"Actually... I feel that the gentleman is a little guilty."

Alyssa was stunned.

"...Guilt?"

"Well," Sperger nodded and said while recalling the situation at that time, "After reading your letter, I noticed a significant change in his expression... just like you. The choice was unexpected."

Those big shots don't always have everything figured out, he was convinced of this after meeting Mr. Fang Ming.

Even if you are as smart as that gentleman, there is still an outcome that cannot be calculated.

As for the alliance manager, as he saw, he was just an ordinary human being, not one with three heads and six arms.

It's just that many followers worship him and give his identity different meanings.

It is precisely because of this that he will carefully consider the impact of every choice and regret unexpected mistakes.

"Why?" Not understanding the reasoning, Alyssa looked at him anxiously and asked, "Did I...did I do anything wrong?"

Sperger scratched the back of his head.

"No, this has nothing to do with right or wrong. It's better to say that what you did was so bad that it made him feel a little guilty. He probably didn't expect that his words would push a hot-blooded young man to the edge of the cliff. "...How should I put it? I feel like he wanted to praise you for doing a great job, but he restrained himself."

Sberg felt that the reason why he could detect this was probably because he had had the same feeling in his heart.

Especially when I saw the A ending in the screening room.

The friends carried his body towards the inner city, and then he fell down in pieces, and the blood stained the whole street... Even though he knew it was a fake, he still couldn't help but shed tears.

If there was no "Daily Survivor", nor the later "Friends", and the resulting "Boll the Awakener", I am afraid there would not be those passionate people, and this jungle-like casino Most likely it will still be open.

He did not regret bravely reading out the contents of the newspaper, but he still felt a little scared when he thought about it. This was not a contradiction.

If a single word can turn a cowardly person into a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, then it is entirely possible that that letter will be regarded as an imperial edict by a group of people.

Even if Alyssa doesn't have that idea, there will still be some speculators who have this idea.

Not surprisingly, the next city leader should be born from a friendship group or a militia group, or he might be a certain citizen.

But if the manager wrote that letter, fanatic people might push a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl to a place she shouldn't be.

She has done enough.

To solve the current problems in Boulder City, we can’t just ask everyone to grow vegetables in flower pots. Many people don’t even have potted plants at home.

Ideals can bring several impossible miracles to the earth, but more realistic methods must be used to maintain them.

Otherwise it will be another kind of hell...

Looking at the fallen Alyssa, Sperger had an idea and spoke.

"It's normal that you don't understand. In fact, I only figured out some things after I stood before the gate of hell for a while... For example, you don't have to wait until spring to meet the person you want to see and do the things you want to do."

Alyssa was stunned for a moment.

"You don't have to wait until spring?"

"That's right, when I wrote back to my editor, Miss Dolly, I said that I would go to the Alliance in the spring, but actually I should go there right away... You have a letter you want to send to that gentleman, right?" Sibo? Ge looked at the envelope in Alyssa's hand and said with a smile, "Why don't you bring it to him yourself? He is currently in this settlement and will probably stay for a few days."

"It's not convenient for him to reply to you, but if you want to talk to him in person and in private, I think he will definitely not be stingy with a few compliments!"

…

At the same time, there was a huge and prosperous city-state located on the northern corridor of the River Valley Province, adjacent to the Great Rift Valley.

This city of one million people is like an isolated island in the wilderness.

The red and blue interlaced light creates an ideal city.

And it's just like.

Whether it is scale, population, productivity, or something at its core, this settlement called the Free State can be called the opposite of an ideal city.

Prosthetics and psychotropic drugs are rampant in the streets and alleys. Cheap virtual dreams are like fragile dreams, healing people's wounds and satisfying all their fantasies.

Of course, there is not only degradation and desolation here, but also a corrupt side.

For example, there are free refrigerators but you need to watch two minutes of advertisements, and there are floor-to-ceiling apartments with floor-to-ceiling windows that are spotless both inside and outside.

Whether rich or poor, anyone of value to this settlement, no matter how valuable, can live here.

The Great Rift Valley supported the puppets to build this settlement and formulated a series of rules on top of its head.

People in the old era had high hopes for it, hoping that it would become the second production department—an ideal city that truly served the wasteland and obeyed the old era. And those planners from above did not ask the survivors living there what they wanted to be.

The only right left by our ancestors to our people is to give ourselves a name.

So people decided to call this place Bugla.

Bugra is both their currency and the name of the Free State.

Because here, only the "Bugra" can gain true freedom, and those who hold the "Bugra" can be called living people.

Firestone Group President’s Office.

Standing in front of the desk, Xavier said respectfully.

"...Recently, a group of immigrants from the south claimed to have been persecuted by the new authorities in Boulder City and applied for asylum from the Bugra authorities."

Sitting on the office chair, Sigma turned his back to him and asked you casually.

"What's their opinion?"

"As before, they plan to leave this problem to the Great Rift Valley for review..." Xavier looked at the real emperor with respect and asked cautiously, "What is your opinion?"

"I think they did it very well."

Sigma suddenly laughed out loud and said in a teasing tone, "Just let the old guys from the Great Rift Valley see what a bunch of things they have raised."

Dang 䛈.

With the style of the Great Rift Valley, these "shames" will be entertained tolerantly and allowed to be given regular alimony by the Free State authorities for the rest of their lives.

I have heard of Sigma.

To this day, the oldest man who has lived the longest is still bitter about the collapse of the post-war reconstruction committee and the fact that each settlement was left to fend for itself.

He has no objection.

Since the old man was so nostalgic, he let these bugs live.

Ugliness also means ugly.

Letting those maggots continue to live would be the greatest humiliation to the Zhan Zhan Committee.

Xavier looked at Sigma with admiration in his eyes.

"As expected, Boulder City won't even be able to survive this winter."

Most of the top management of Firestone Group believe that Boulder City can at least survive this winter, and the early spring wave will be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

After all, logically speaking, the alliance needs Boulder City to bear the pressure of the wave. It will definitely not watch Boulder City collapse, and will even help them delay the crisis.

Thinking this way shows that they don't understand the league and the manager at all.

It is true that everywhere there are people who ignore objective conditions and apply mechanically.

Sigma smiled lightly and said casually.

"...The destruction of Boulder City is inevitable. A large amount of resources are concentrated in the hands of a group of wastes. They select the winners through a system that will not create any value at all, and the winners have no property. Every cent is obtained from actual production and operation. This is like putting a gun in the hands of a blind man and giving a cane to a strong man. It is a miracle that they can survive. "

Firestone is completely different.

Only those who create value for the company can be promoted in the workplace, and things like bloodline are worthless here.

Even the children of senior executives of a company must be selected by the education system before they can hold a specific position and become the company's dog.

He himself is the worst example.

When he replaced the last CEO at this desk, he was just a ghetto thief.

"What about the Alliance?" Xavier Toki asked, "How far do you think those people can go?"

"The Alliance is another group," Sigma said calmly. "They are another kind of legion. They may be far away, or they may disappear soon."

Xavier asked with a frown.

"Do you think they are also militaristic?"

Sigma pouted.

"Do you understand the Legion only as militarism? Like slaves, enfeoffments, and clone troops, they are just means to achieve an end. The Velantians' are racial narratives, while those of the Alliance are Another narrative. Their goals are very clear. One is to unite all Wilant people, and the other is to unite all survivors. This is the fundamental difference, and that’s all.”

If the Legion wins, an empire ruled by new humans will probably be born on this planet.

And if the alliance wins, a new People's Alliance will probably be born.

If Boulder wins...

The probability is so small that no one in the world takes it seriously.

As for the Bugla Free State.

In the future he designs for the Free State, they need to first break away from the poisonous control of the post-war Construction Committee, and then win over all the wastelanders in this wasteland who were abandoned by the ideal city.

In fact, the Firestone Group has been developing these two operations simultaneously.

Whether it was the legion's expedition or the Bone Chewing Rebellion, they injected a lot of fresh blood and wealth into the Free State under his feet. Most of the officers who could not return to Triumph City stayed in the Free State and were driven out by the new authorities in Boulder City. The nobles also ran over.

Eventually they will become an ideal city in another sense!

A paradise where all wastelanders can indulge themselves without worrying about drowning in dreams!

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Seeing the look in Sigma's eyes, Xavier bowed slightly, opened the door and left the office.

A man in formal attire passed him by, stood in front of Sigma's desk, and said in a deep voice.

"There's new news from Boulder City."

Sigma looked at him eagerly.

"Have you found that weapon?"

The man hesitated and shook his head.

"no……"

Sigma was silent for a moment.

"Where's Rhine?"

The man lowered his head and said.

"……died."

Sigma took a deep breath, stood up from the office chair, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

He looked beyond the neon-lit high-rise buildings to the endless wilderness to the south, and cursed after a long time.

"Damn it!"

Big loss!

…

Garbage City.

There was silence in the circular council chamber.

Just now, the news of the drastic changes that took place in Boulder City and the fact that it became the fifth settlement of the Alliance finally spread here.

After learning that a large number of inner city residents had been deported, shuddering expressions appeared on the faces of almost all the council members.

Although their names are MPs, they know exactly what they are.

As one of the old survivor forces in the wasteland, and a beacon shining on the southern part of the River Valley for a century and a half, Boulder City has largely served as a role model.

Even if their method is not the best, it is indeed possible to reverse history in the wasteland.

Whether it was the earliest Red River Town or the garbage city beneath their feet, there would be some shadow of Boulder City, imitating the ruling model of the inner city nobles.

And now, from the exiled residents of the inner city of Boulder City, they seem to see their own future.

Every member of the council became nervous for a few days and started talking at the conference table.

"I heard that Boulder City was overthrown by a group of soldiers and militiamen, and a group of scavengers also joined in the fun..."

"But we can't close down all the factories and drive away the scavengers."

"Maybe we should improve their treatment."

"At least improve the treatment of soldiers!"

"Reserve some dinars or Cr. At least if our currency is destroyed, we can still use foreign currency to pay soldiers' salaries..."

This sentence has been recognized by many people.

Many members could not help but nod, and even the Speaker, who was sitting at the top of the chair, rarely expressed his position early.

"That's a good idea."

Not only dinars and Cr, but also silver coins must be included in the foreign exchange that needs to be reserved!

Otherwise, Boulder City’s today will be their tomorrow!

This issue quickly entered the voting process and was quickly approved by a high vote.

Garbage City will gradually increase its holdings of silver coins through trade in a planned manner until the reserve of silver coins is close to about 200 million.

At the same time, they also need to purchase bonds denominated in silver coins issued by the Alliance Bank to hedge against the inflation of the silver coins themselves.

Although everyone knows that doing so will only cure the symptoms, it is still better than doing nothing.

Just pay a protection fee to this powerful neighbor.

What makes all the members of the Garbage City shudder is that less than a year after the alliance was established, those poisonous ideas have already riddled the towering dam full of holes.

They couldn't help but think of the future.

If the alliance's philosophy spreads to Garbage City, how will they deal with it?

I heard that some wastelanders from Dawn City brought over the "Daily Survivor" there, and some even started a business of printing newspapers, and talked about Bol's story in the beer hall. Therefore.

They can't take newspapers out of people's hands, can they?

But if the survivors of the garbage city follow suit...

The more the members of the House of Representatives thought about it, the more frightened they became. Finally, someone couldn't help but raised his hand and suggested.

"How about we follow the example of our neighbors, the Red River Alliance, and change the name to...the Garbage Alliance?"

Before he could finish his words, he was sprayed back by the congressman sitting not far away.

"Are you crazy?! Do you think you have a long life?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about it and read it again, and then he realized that he had thought of some damn name.

He said sorry with a dumbfounded look on his face, and took his hand back dejectedly under the murderous glares.

He admitted that the name didn't sound right to him.

But other than that, he really couldn't think of anything more efficient and effective...

The same scene is not only happening in Garbage City, but also in various settlements in the River Valley Province.

Facing the collapsed boulder building, some people saw the long night falling, while others saw the dawn breaking through the darkness.

They are insignificant people in the wasteland, including slaves in the mines, wandering herdsmen, and scavengers soaking in the garbage.

Most of them don't know Bol's story.

But they knew that in a place called Qingquan City, a group of survivors united and defeated the evil dragon that enslaved them!

This devastated ruins finally ushered in a new light...

…

Right in the center of Boulder City.

Facing the ruins of the megalithic building, Mel's weather-beaten face was filled with haggard and decadence.

Old Luca glanced at him.

"Do you regret it?"

"I... have nothing to regret?" Merle looked away from the ruins and sighed softly and said, "Sooner or later love."

He knows it very well.

What defeated them was neither the debt of more than 3 billion, nor the S coins that were fired from the sky, but the greed in their hearts.

But there was nothing he could do.

He has already tried every method he can.

Luka withdrew his gaze from him and looked at the aged ruins in front of him and said.

"The manager said you are a smart man. You were the first person to notice that this train must apply the brakes."

Merle smiled bitterly and said mockingly.

"On the contrary, not only am I not a smart person, but I am also hopelessly stupid, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see it clearly in the end..."

(In the end, their family's sins have to be washed away by the fairy tale he left in his little daughter's heart...

This is also the place that makes him feel most ashamed.

Luka didn't look at him, but explained his purpose briefly and concisely.

"The administrator asked me to give you a task."

Merle looked at him and asked.

"What mission..."

Luka continued.

"Compile your history into a book, and record objectively and in detail what happened in this settlement over the past two hundred years. His library needs such a book, and the alliance's library will also need it."

Merle said with a wry smile.

"Is this some kind of collecting habit?"

"He said this was one of his works," Luka glanced at the old man, who was only a few years younger than him, and continued, "If you really want to atone for your past sins, do this last thing seriously. Love. Or do you think you can still do physical work at your age?"

Merle was stunned for a moment.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long time, he nodded slowly.

"I will do this seriously."

Atonement...

ah……

What a kind-hearted man he is.

Merle suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes.

He's right.

If you don’t want to bring regrets and remorse into the coffin, this is the only thing you can do and do it in time——

Put the final nail into this rotten coffin.

Seeing the gratitude that appeared behind his cloudy pupils, Luka said nothing, just nodded briefly, and left with his back to the ruins of the Stonehenge...

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(The cold is getting worse. The fever is almost gone these days. I will have to go out to collect materials in a few days. I will try to keep updating this month so that the outbreak will continue after a while.)