This Game Is Too Realistic

On the granite steps.

The old man in a robe looked at the young man at the foot of the steps, and his cloudy pupils couldn't help but feel a trace of nostalgia.

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In fact, they are too similar.

But it's not...

People who have lived too long will have a putrid smell that cannot be smelled by the nose but can be seen with the eyes. If it is an old monster like himself who has lived for more than two hundred years, he will definitely be able to see it.

Obviously, the young man in front of him did not have that kind of flavor.

So there is only one possibility...

Thinking of the only possibility, the old man couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his eyes.

And when the old man was observing Chu Guang, Chu Guang was also sizing him up.

Just looking at the wrinkles on his face, he couldn't tell how old this guy was.

Perhaps for this chief minister, lifespan has become an empty concept.

But there was no envy in his heart.

There is only death.

What is immortal is the stone, and at the same time it is a curse on the living.

The Great Rift Valley is such an existence, and the people here, young and old, are lifeless, like gravel rolling down from the top of a mountain.

And it is precisely because of this stale atmosphere that aroused the resistance and extreme yearning for freedom in the Free State.

No one wants to be buried in a coffin as soon as they come out and be buried with someone visible to the naked eye.

Compared to the City of Origin, which has witnessed the entire Wasteland Era, Bugla, formed by the Wastelanders, is undoubtedly that baby.

An unexpected thought suddenly appeared in Chu Guang's mind.

This guy is like an undead in a fantasy novel...

"I came to the Great Rift Valley at your invitation," Chu Guang nodded to the old man, and then used his eyes to indicate to a certain filial son who came to have a relationship without any reason to play, and then continued, "I am the same as you. Just wanted to visit you.”

Zhou Xianlin scratched his head, but he could read the air. This was not the occasion where he could interrupt.

After glancing at the leader of a certain survivor force who had left wisely, the old man looked at Chu Guang with a smile on his face and said in a gentle tone.

"A very energetic young man."

"...you mean me?"

"No," the old man shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm talking about your apprentice."

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then realized who the old man was talking about and hurriedly denied it.

"You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense! I have never had an apprentice, and I have never taught anyone!"

Looking at Chu Guang who hurriedly denied it, the old man laughed and said in a joking tone.

"The master brings you in, and you practice as a person. If you don't practice, it's your destiny. How can you blame the teacher if you don't learn? Don't worry, no one will blame you."

Seeing that the old man couldn't listen to human words, Chu Guang also gave up his plan to explain to him.

Fortunately there are no reporters here.

Otherwise, even if he jumped into the heavenly water, he wouldn't be able to wash it away.

The old man didn't continue to make fun of him. He seemed to be joking just to lighten the atmosphere.

The old man standing on the steps waited for a while. After Chu Guang walked up the steps, he walked next to him and continued talking in a casual tone.

"...Actually, you don't have to blame yourself. The king threw a horse, lost a war, and lost an empire. It seems that no one regrets it, but looking at the whole story, there is nothing regrettable. Even that Even if a horse does not fall, the war will be won, and the decline of an empire may not be the beginning of another rise and fall. "

Seeing that the old man couldn't get over the old man's quarrel with Dam City, Chu Guang couldn't help but go back with a insult.

"So the demise of the People's Federation doesn't matter to you. Anyway, it's not the beginning of another rise and fall."

Chu Guang originally thought that the old man would be speechless, but he didn't expect that he would be so thick-skinned and he simply nodded.

"I do think so, and I am becoming more and more sure of my thoughts... The Wasteland Chronicles are history, aren't you just a continuation of the past? Different from us, originating from us, more advanced than us, Be more open and full of dreams for the future. Soon you will have your own children, and by then you will understand my feelings."

Chu Guang glanced at the old man in surprise, not expecting that he could receive such a review.

Should this be considered a compliment?

After thinking for a moment, he spoke.

"I don't want to understand it this way. It will turn the study of history into fortune-telling and legitimize suffering."

The old man shook his head.

"I never said that the Wasteland Era is correct, I just want to tell you that it is the 'fruit' planted by the Prosperity Era. A long time ago, I discussed this issue with a guy who is a professor, and this is actually part of him. point of view.”

Chu Guang frowned.

"professor?"

He suddenly remembered a recording.

He got it from a guard's room in Area B2 a long time ago, and it contains stories other than those mentioned in the "Bloody Hand Diary".

The professor seemed to have a deep relationship with the first-generation manager of Vault 404, and it was even possible that he might be the same person...and this was also the conjecture he made at the time.

Looking at Chu Guang who was deep in thought, the old man continued to speak in a very soft voice as if he had some expectation.

"Many people have forgotten his name, or they may not know it at all. People in the wasteland have more or less been helped by him, or indirectly influenced by him. People in the college should still remember him, If you are interested, you can chat with them... Although it is a pity that the most decisive 'conclusion' is not here, only the chief technology officer he appointed. "

Chu Guang pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

"...Your names are all too unique. Is this the case in the People's League era?"

The old man laughed.

"That era was so avant-garde. A person's name might have two names. One was the high hopes their parents had for them, and the other was their expectations for themselves and their future... Of course, only a small number of people had them. So, most people are quite traditional and can even trace their cultural origins through the structure of their names.”

When he said this, the old man was silent for a while and continued talking in a very soft voice.

"In fact, it's not just the name, it's many things. The Post-War Reconstruction Committee tried to use the experience of the People's Federation to save the declining world. We soon discovered that we are still us, and you are no longer us. Some people tried to use unplanned Some people tried to finish the unfinished things through various methods, but most of their efforts failed. Instead, the seeds we had expected blossomed. "

"Take Julius, for example. Every War Construction Committee officer who opposed him angrily accused his compassion and weakness of destroying human civilization. In fact, human civilization is not as fragile as they say. "The only ones who go to hell are the criminals who believe in 'necessary evil' and the War and Construction Committee who condone them."

"As for Julius, who was looked down upon by them, he became an iron-blooded commander who was respected by thousands of people... Including the residents of the shelter, there were many people who supported him. Otherwise, how could the Heart of Steel fly? Just It is impossible to rely on the knowledge reserves of the Weilant people, including the recovery of their own genetic source code. Although the child in Avent City was indeed confused later, that is another story. "

Chu Guang patiently listened to his story and asked Yu thoughtfully.

"What do you want to express to me?"

The old man looked back at the tarmac in the distance behind him, looked at the helpless Xiao Zhou standing in the crowd, smiled lightly and continued to talk.

"I just want to tell you that the People's League is too far away for you. You have your own history to refer to."

"One more thing, you don't have to be tied up because of fear of failure, and you don't have to blame yourself because of the mistakes that have been made. The reason why history repeats itself is that mistakes are inevitable. If we don't make mistakes today, we will make mistakes tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. The memory of falling will be the fuel to keep you going. Even if you fall and can't get up, you can use it as fuel for your children to help them go further."

"You are still young, and this is the time when you should show off your talents without reservation. Don't live with an old man like me who can't get up after a fall."

Those cloudy pupils seemed to see through him.

Meeting the old man's eyes, Chu Guang suddenly saw his own reflection in the turbid "mirror".

The self that is restrained.

However, he didn't think that what the old man said was necessarily correct, and there was nothing wrong with his choice.

The only unfettered existence of the Alliance is himself, and his control of himself is an indispensable part of the plan.

The old man thought that his driving speed was too slow, so maybe he was not acting on his behalf, but he hoped that he and the Alliance would be like the People's Federation to provide fuel for the children.

Just like what Julius had done, the disintegration of the legion ended the glory of the Wilantes. He did not expand like Julius, which obviously made the old man anxious.

Looking at the old man with a hint of encouragement in his eyes, Chu Guang, who gradually understood everything, was glad that he had not been entangled, and laughed freely to break the old man's trap.

"It seems that people tend to become nihilistic when they get older. I have to take this as a warning."

The old man's brows twitched slightly and he shook his head in retort.

"This is not a problem of aging, but is related to the information received. Some people are dying and still can't let go of their obsessions, and some people have just entered their forties. I don't think this is nonsense. "You are outstanding, even better than the other one. I admire you very much."

"...another me?"

Chu Guang frowned, but the old man's expression changed and he closed his mouth as if he had let something slip.

"Ahem... It's too early to talk about this now. I still have some feelings for you, so I'll send you here and talk to you later."

After saying that, the old man turned around and left.

Looking at the guy who stopped talking mid-sentence, Chu Guang looked dumbfounded.

They chatted for so long, and the guy didn't even tell himself his name.

"At least tell me your name."

The old man paused, thought for a moment, and then tilted his head slightly.

"The name... I'm Qianwu, but I haven't used this name for many years. You and I will definitely be able to react."

Chu Guang nodded.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of courtesy."

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Watching the two-hundred-year-old man leave, Chu Guang looked at the entourage assigned to him by the Great Rift Valley and nodded to the big man in power armor to continue leading the way.

The two walked forward for a while and entered the silver-gray building at the top of the Great Rift Valley.

The entire building is like a spaceship lying on a valley, with its streamlined shell integrated into the transparent dome.

This seems to be the core of the Holy Shield Tradition, and it is also said to be the safest place in the entire wasteland, even safer than the shelter.

After all, the latter also needs to consider the supply of fuel, while the former lies at the feet of a vast sea of ​​energy.

Players came here a long time ago and brought the photos they took back to the official website.

Chu Guang had seen those photos at that time, and the version without filters, so he was not too surprised by the exaggeratedly grand scene here.

However, when he walked through the silver trap door and walked into the hall, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw a heavy and bloated "gold can" standing in the center of the hall, and a familiar face was mounted on top of the gold can.

That guy is none other than his "Ace Double Pangolin"——

Battlefield atmosphere group!

Standing next to this guy at this moment is Captain Benoit, the former legion ambassador to the alliance and now an important minister of the Civil Service Corps of Triumph City.

Although this guy had quarreled with him a lot in the past meetings, it was purely because of stance issues. Even if they got angry, it had nothing to do with personal grudges.

And since the Xifan Port incident, the alliance has helped the civil servants.

Since then, Triumph City has been very close to Dawn City. On the contrary, the Southern Legion, which has trade relations with the Alliance, has gradually drifted away from the Alliance due to geographical conflicts.

As for the current situation, due to the establishment of the Vaillante Alliance and the alliance's cost-effective assistance to Triumph City in fighting the "dead agent", Triumph City and Dawn City are also in the honeymoon period of being inseparable. Benoit's attitude towards the alliance is naturally also different. A 180-degree change occurred.

As soon as he saw the blue tin can entering the hall, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up and he came forward with a smile on his face.

"Haha! Dear manager, sir, it's been so long! You are still as handsome as before!"

"You too, you are still as strong as before..." Chu Guang's expression was a little subtle, not because of the contrast with Captain Benoit, but because he didn't expect to see his little player here.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who was embarrassed. Someone in the golden can had smiled awkwardly at him.

But Benoit didn't feel any embarrassment at all, and he didn't even notice that the big toe behind him was already pinching tightly, and he kept talking enthusiastically.

"Please allow me to introduce you... The person next to me is the Archon of Triumph City, the heir to the golden armor, the hero of the survivors of the provinces of Valente and Batoria! Mr. Pangolin!"

After finishing this sentence in a mellow tone, he looked at Chu Guang and continued speaking rather show off.

"He is an amazing man! I could tell endless stories about him for three days and three nights——"

Looking at Chu Guang who could hardly hold back his laughter, the warlord coughed hard, interrupted Benoit's words, and then spoke in a hurry.

"Sorry, let's not talk about my little love... Alliance manager, I have something I want to talk to you about. Is it convenient for you now?"

"A closed-door meeting before a human meeting?" Chu Guang said in a joking tone.

The battlefield atmosphere team said dumbfounded.

"Exactly..."

The performance of this play was purely due to his on-the-spot performance, and he really didn't know how to act next.

Chu Guang nodded, then looked at the attendant on the side.

"I need a separate conference room. Can you arrange it for me?"

The attendant in power armor nodded respectfully.

"no problem."

…

On the other side, there was a commotion on the tarmac.

The plane from the enterprise caused quite a stir when it landed, so much so that the leader of the Red River Alliance accidentally stepped off the leather shoes of the leader of the Dam Alliance, and the two almost had a diplomatic incident.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the Great Rift Valley separated the two in time and politely invited them to their respective rooms.

Unlike the "rose with thorns" like the Alliance, Ideal City is the purest form of wealth!

Especially for those guys who just want to get rich and don't want to make progress, they are a much more delicious food than the Alliance.

For example, Odoka Naga.

When he saw the representative of the Ideal City Council coming off the tarmac, his eyes could not wait to shine golden light.

The chief of the Great Rift Valley, who was standing in the distance and looking at them, had a gratified smile on his wrinkled face.

Although the "Human Meeting" has not officially started yet and is still a warm-up before the meeting, it actually started from the moment the first plane landed.

The people standing here are those who can decide the fate of the wasteland, whether it is the fate of hundreds of millions of people or the fate of hundreds of thousands.

It was not so much his invitation that brought them here, but rather it was the survivors in the wasteland who pushed them to the forefront.

As the night watchman of the old era, he will perform his last duty here - to build a stage that belongs to these trendsetters of this era.

This is what he really wants to do.

As for the last meeting, there was nothing to look forward to. The things that were really worth discussing were often decided before the meeting...

Just as the old man was admiring his masterpiece, footsteps came from behind him.

"Old man, are you the chief of the Great Rift Valley?"

Abusek looked at the old man's back with respect.

When Chu Guang talked to this man before, he had noticed this old man.

When everyone gathered in front of the helipad, he saw that there was no chance to squeeze in, so he came here on a whim.

Intuition told him that this person was also a heavyweight who could influence the situation in the wasteland.

Even if you can't climb the tree of the enterprise, it's also very good to climb the branch of the Great Rift Valley.

The Borneans are all extremely smart, but their smartness is different.

The old man turned around, looked Abusek up and down, and then smiled gently.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

The casual tone was like a spring breeze blowing in the face, and it was like two different worlds with the undercurrents under the steps.

Abusek stood in awe,

"I have heard of your great name for a long time. I am Abusek, the general of Bornean Kingdom. Please allow me to express my most sincere greetings to you on behalf of hundreds of millions of people in Bornean Kingdom."

Bornean Kingdom...

The old man's eyes fell into memories,

So, this person should be the descendant of General Lowell.

He could still call Yurius "child", but that guy must be his peer...

Thinking of this, the old man smiled friendly and said in a gentle tone.

"Hello, the great commander of Borneo, please also say hello to the hundreds of millions of survivors of Borneo for me."

I didn't expect this big man to be so approachable, and Abusek was full of admiration in his heart.

The world outside Borneo is much bigger than he imagined. It seems that he still has a long way to go...

"I will definitely send your greetings to them!" Abusek skillfully established a relationship with a smile and a bow. "Speaking of which, the survivors of Borneo and the survivors of the Great Rift Valley have some origins! I only found out later that General Lowell, who led us through the difficulties, was actually a military officer of the Human League! We are like two branches growing on a tree, one fell in the south and the other fell in the north, but the roots are the same."

Amused by this statement, the old man laughed and continued after a pause.

"Lowell... I remember this name, so I'll shamelessly call him an old comrade! To be honest, the War Construction Committee is actually quite sorry for him. We didn't lend him a helping hand when he needed help the most."

"There's nothing we can do about it. We can understand. You also have your difficulties," Abusek sighed and put aside the past with a generous look. "Let the past go. The Brahmans are ready to go to the 19th century. Now we are more concerned about the future of ourselves and our children."

This is a beautiful statement for the occasion. The person who said it didn't take it too seriously, and the person who listened to it didn't take it too seriously either.

However, after hearing it, the old man looked at him and smiled meaningfully.

"Are you really ready?"

Seeing that smile suddenly change, Abusek was stunned for a moment, looking at the chief in confusion.

"Of course... If I wasn't ready, how could I stand here?"

Hearing this, the old man smiled and nodded, and his eyes suddenly passed him and looked into the distance.

"Lowell... I know the story of this comrade. He is probably the earliest savior in this wasteland, and a savior in the true sense. Unlike our disaster relief agencies, all we do is to minimize the damage as much as possible and preserve the last spark of human civilization that is only left with one breath. But he is different. Whether his idea is smart or not, we have to admit his courage. He tried to save a group of people who are doomed to die... and this courage is not what we have."

"In order to keep as many people alive as possible, we gave up the fantasy of never giving up on everyone, whether it is me or the 'professor'."

Abusek stared at the old man blankly, not understanding what this sentence meant.

But as a smart man, he naturally would not sing against the "huge monster" in front of him.

Researching Lowell was done by people like "Rat Master" Niyang and Commissioner Kabaha. The right and wrong of 200 years ago had no meaning to the great leader of Borneo.

"...We think so too. He is the real savior."

Abusek thought the old man would nod with satisfaction, but he didn't expect the latter to laugh out loud.

What made him even more confused was the next words of this chief master.

"The managers of the alliance said I was a nihilist, that my understanding of history was like fortune-telling, and that we should learn from it... This guy looked down on me, haha. In that case, I will tell fortunes for the realists, the close relatives of this nihilist."

Abusek stared at him blankly, not knowing what he wanted to do, and even not knowing who the realists he was talking about were.

The 200-year-old man closed his eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly opened his eyes in a mysterious manner.

"How many people are there in your country of Borneo?"

Abusek swallowed his saliva and didn't want to tell him, but after thinking about it, it would be easy for the old man to know, so he was honest.

"Less than 200 million."

"That's terrible," the old man shook his head. "If you say less, another 20 million people will die."

Absek held his breath for a moment and hurriedly retorted.

"How is this possible! Twenty million?! Even the Weirant people can't kill so many! There are not so many people in the entire three northern continents! Do you mean that Lacy is going to start a killing spree? No, wait..."

He suddenly calmed down.

After all, he is the leader, so there is no need to lose control because of an old man's nonsense.

Maybe this is the plan of the Great Rift Valley...

They saw through that they did not want to fight this civil war, so they deliberately provoked themselves with words.

But why? !

Absek's eyes were blank, as if he had fallen from the pinnacle of human existence into a dry well, with thick walls on both sides and unreachable clouds above his head.

Except for Lacy's sudden madness, he really couldn't figure out how to get the 20 million heads.

Famine?

They have no shortage of food.

Flood?

Again, there aren’t that many people along the Tasang River!

plague?

This is possible, but also impossible. After all, Borneo Province does not have as developed a road network as Patoyaya Province. The Wilant people have proven that their virus can kill a village or a town at most, and then it will not spread far...

Moreover, the alliance’s medical technology ranks first in the world!

And businesses! If something like that happens, the company will help!

A trace of irritation appeared on Absek's face, as if he had been teased.

If he hadn't thought that this old man was the leader of the Great Rift Valley and he couldn't afford to offend him, he would have wanted to turn around and leave!

In fact, he didn't understand what kind of existence the Great Rift Valley was, and subconsciously fell into the thinking of his hometown.

If he could see the nature of the Great Rift Valley as clearly as Chu Guang, he wouldn't care about losing face, let alone come over to curry favor with this group of people.

No matter whether he was trying to save the Great Rift Valley or not, the oldest old man in the wasteland would not make things difficult for him.

And the fact that the old man was willing to speak so directly was actually a sign of goodwill.

This is entirely for Lowell's sake.

As a "chess watcher", he would never extend his little finger to the chessboard unless absolutely necessary.

"Mr. Abu Saik, a wise man elected by Borneo, please answer me a question. There are 100 million sheep on the prairie, and 100 million of them froze to death in the Wasteland Era. How many sheep are left now?"

Absek replied subconsciously.

"Of course there won't be any -"

"My calculation was wrong," the old man shook his head and said with a smile, "I tell you, there are 100 million left."

"How is that possible?" Absek's eyes widened in surprise, and then he calmed down, "Mr., is this some kind of sophistry?"

"It's not sophistry, it's the law of nature," the old man said slowly. "The Wasteland Era is not a gust of wind, but the sand blown by the wind. I only feel pain when I rub my eyes. The war comes quickly. When we realize that winning or losing is a matter of When it comes to serious matters, everything we miss is over... But for some people, this experience is just one day, for some people, it is 200 years, for you on the living prairie, it is... Said it was about half a century.”

"The most severe winter lasted about 43 years, maybe 46 years. I can't remember the specifics... If there were no predators, no alien species, and enough water and food, even if the sheep were starved to death until only one was left. Ten thousand, the remaining sheep can be restored to 100 million in a century and a half.”

"You thank Lowell for saving at least 100 million people, but how do you explain the chronology of civilization you discovered? Is it just that the father did not teach his son his knowledge?"

"Is there a possibility that his self-righteous torment killed people who didn't deserve to die? There were originally ten thousand sheep left on the grassland, but in the end only five thousand were left, and his red soil sheep died in the cold winter In fact, it did not have any obvious effect. However, Borneo Province is not a desert after all. It is a natural refuge. There are no alien species and slime molds, and it is not easy for outside predators to come in. In the end, not only did the number of sheep not decrease, but they actually did. It was doubled...but the work was still on Rowell's head."

"Perhaps only red soil can tell you the correct answer, but I can tell you responsibly that if that generation really survived because of Lowell, it would not be the turn of the Willant people who have nothing to teach you, but It is your turn to shoulder the mission of ending the Wasteland Era, to save the River Valley Province, and to save the Triumph City, and then I will award you with victory medals... Of course, at that time, you will probably treat me the same as that kid. This is such a waste of time."

Looking at Absek who held his breath, the old man smiled and said.

"You should actually have a more objective evaluation of Rowell. This is the only chance to survive. Some people have realized it, but it is far from enough. Otherwise, I am not joking, he will really come to you, continue to talk to you You play his savior game, and then you become your Lowell and take you to the next exam room.”

The old man here felt a little regretful again.

In fact, he shouldn't "divulge the story". If these people really find that Rowell, bury the guy hastily like they did two hundred years ago, and then leave the unpleasant memories behind, the next one Rowell will be more ruthless and kill more people.

However, the Great Rift Valley was rarely as lively as it was today. He was indeed a little too excited, and he really liked this young man.

Maybe it can save someone's life?

Although this life may have to be exchanged for countless lives, it really doesn't matter to him.

"Are you talking about Janusz..." Absek's voice trembled, and a drop of cold sweat streaked across his forehead.

The guy was undoubtedly dead, but it became a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of.

Some time ago, he always had nightmares, but later he became a little better after believing in the Silver Moon Goddess.

As a result, the old man's two words reminded him of the bloody man staring at him with his eyes open.

That guy seemed to tell him that he would come again, sit on the blood-stained throne, and ask for everything that was taken away from him.

Not wanting to frighten the child too much, the old man hesitated for a moment between saving or not, and finally sighed softly.

"I don't know who you are talking about Janusz and he doesn't want anything."

"You think I said this to tell you that Rowell has harmed you, but that's not the case."

"I want to remind you that every resident of Vault 404 is Chu Guang, and every Borneo is Rowell."