This Game Is Too Realistic

"You mean... A new survivor’s stronghold emerged out of thin air in Linghu Wetland Park? Just under our noses?"

The fire in the brazier flickered.

The man, who looked as strong as a bear, sat on a chair made of human skin. His chin leaned lazily against his slightly clenched right fist. He looked down at the servant under the steps with a blank expression and listened to the report.

He was called Bear because of the way he looked, with his muscles bulging like a giant bear. Every inch of him seemed to be born for violence.

Most of the marauders of the Bloodhand Clan had no names, except for their Clan Leader or the ten captains who were given one by the leader.

According to the tradition inherited from the previous century, the leader of the Bloodhand Clan had a name that only consisted of one word.

For example, his predecessor’s name was Snake, and he was pecked blind by Eagle and thrown into the subway, being eaten by Crunchers.

Later, Eagle had been torn to shreds by Bear, and his neck was crushed. The remains of Eagle had been hung on a street lame and lit up after being doused with oil.

By then, his corpse had disappeared, and only the ugly head was used to cushion the brazier.

The law of the jungle is followed in the wasteland, and only the strongest can survive!

And he was undoubtedly the strongest and most vicious one of them all!

The man kneeling under the stairs did not dare to look up. He only dared to respond in a low voice, "We were delayed for a while when the peasants were preparing the tribute. By the time we set off, evening had already fallen. There were mutants foraging near the city, and we were afraid of hurting the tribute those peasants prepared for you, so we took a detour from Linghu Lake."

"We thought that that place was off the beaten path, but I didn’t expect to find someone there as soon as we entered. My partner and I searched thoroughly, and finally found a hidden settlement in the forest."

"How many people were there?" The leader asked.

"No more than thirty people!" The man said, his forehead flush against the floor tiles.

Hearing the population of survivors, a trace of contempt appeared in Bear’s eyes. He didn’t seem to be very interested.

There were no more than thirty people there…

Excluding the old and weak, there should be less than half of them capable of fighting. There was usually nothing valuable hidden in survivor settlements like that.

In other words, they didn’t even have the qualifications to be peasants!

After a few more days, he would send some of his men over to that stronghold, slaughtering the weak and old, capturing both men and women. In winter, when the road was blocked due to heavy snow, he would be able to have some fun with his new slaves. If his clan ran out of meat to eat, his people could kill some of them for food.

"Where’s the tribute?"

"It has been delivered to your room."

A smile finally appeared on Bear’s impatient face.

That smile made people shudder, and even the flame in the basin flickered.

"Very well, you can leave now."

The man quickly asked, "About the stronghold by the Linghu Lake..."

Bear waved his hand impatiently. "Wait until I wake up tomorrow."

"Yes..." The man nodded his head with a bitter smile, but he didn’t dare to complain.

When you wake up... It’s probably going to be around this time tomorrow…

...

Early morning.

On the street not far from Baker Street, Liszt, who ordered the caravan to stop and wait, glanced at the watch on his left hand.

That was a gadget he bought recently.

Through the transparent case, he could see multiple gold and silver hands, as well as gears rotating at a constant speed behind them.

The watch didn’t only tell the time. It integrated a multitude of functions such as a compass, speedometer, Geiger counter, and many more. Although most of the people who could afford a luxury item like a watch wouldn’t bother using them… ŖＡNỔ𝖇Εᶊ

Liszt couldn’t help but think that maybe it wouldn’t take long for him to get a ticket to the upper class of Boulder City.

He has long been tired of the business of trading, especially since the activities of marauders, mutant humans, and mutants had become more frequent in recent years, causing him to spend more money on bodyguards and insurance.

There was also the problem when it came to dealing with those bumpkins.

Maybe I should learn from the people in the inner city; hand over the business to the lower class, and use the free time to improve my own life.

What do they call it… Oh yeah! Leap of class!

"Is there no one teaching these ignorant people the concept of punctuality?"

Two minutes have passed since the agreed time.

However, that person hadn’t shown up with what they agreed on.

Liszt couldn’t help thinking that maybe the man was dead. After all, mutant leeches were not something that could be dealt with easily.

The moment that thought popped into his mind, a figure appeared at the corner of the street.

"Chu Guang asked me to come. He said he had an agreement with you about selling some blue mushrooms.”

Yu Hu walked out from the corner of the street and showed his hands, indicating that he did not bring a weapon, and he was not hostile.

Chu Guang had asked him before that if he saw Liszt’s caravan on Baker Street, he would need to mention the deal and bring him to the wetland park.

He even said that if the other party refuses to forget about the deal.

Liszt’s eyes narrowed. "Where is he?"

"He can’t come here," Yu Hu shook his head. "He has left Baker Street and now lives with his companions."

It took Liszt about three seconds to weigh the risks and rewards involved.

Twenty kilograms of Blue Umbrella Mushroom was more than worth the risk.

"Lead the way."

Yu Hu nodded cautiously. "Please follow me."

...

The average temperature outside the shelter has dropped to thirteen degrees, which was a bit uncomfortable for the people who lived in the humid south.

The biting cold wind made people shiver whenever it blew.

The shelter’s jacket was made of a special self-adaptive thermal conductive material, which felt similar to rubber upon touch. However, it was as light and soft as chemical fiber. When the temperature ranged from 5 to 35 degrees, the material would be enough to maintain their body temperature.

Therefore, some people were energetic even in the cold wind, but a certain lizardman was frozen to the point that his connection got cut off...

"Sure enough, this game is still not real enough," Night Ten sighed softly, looking at the sky, "I’m from the south. In this kind of cold and windy weather, how can I not feel anything?"

"I dare you to take off your clothes!" Garbage challenged, shivering from the cold. He was wrapped in a thick deerskin coat, bouncing constantly to warm himself up.

Night Ten glanced at him as if looking at an idiot. "Why should I?"

"%&@!"

Although the weather was getting colder, it was still a happy day for the Bull and Horse Squad.

Just before they went offline the day before, their total deposits had reached a whopping 200 silver coins, which was enough to buy land.

As for why they were not online during the day…

One of the reasons was that Gale and Old White both had to work during the day, and they could only play at night. The other reason was due to Ample Time’s analysis, they wouldn’t be able to head out to hunt anyway since it would be night in the game. It was better to stay offline and conserve the energy their characters had.

Day time was the home court of hunter style players!

"Dear Administrator, we want to buy a piece of land." Ample Time spoke respectfully when he approached Chu Guang. He offered the silver coins they made over the last few days.

"We have 200 silver coins. Together, my teammates and I would like a plot of land that is twenty square meters."

The nearby onlookers cast envious glances at Ample Time.

200 silver coins were enough to buy two guns!

Reaching out to take the bag of money in Ample Time’s hand, Chu Guang nodded, then took out the small notebook and handed it to Ample Time, speaking in a business-like tone.

"The plots purchased by individuals must be adjacent, and the length and width must not have a difference of more than three times. The plots purchased in a group can be combined and calculated as a whole. In addition, pay attention to the reconstruction and construction, it must not damage the facilities in the base or affect other residents."

Normal people wouldn’t chose a weird shape, but players sometimes couldn’t be treated as normal people. Anyway, explaining the setting and the rules in detail would save himself a lot of time in the future.

He would also teach Little Seven how to deal with players who wanted to buy land in the future.

After all, it was troublesome for him to explain the process and limitations every time.

"Can we choose any location?" If it was possible, Ample Time wanted to acquire the piece of land directly at the front entrance of the nursing home and connect it to the only exit of the resurrection point.

Chu Guang said, "Only within the scope of planning."

The main roads leading from the nursing home to the four gates were the land reserved for roads, and the open space at the front entrance of the nursing home was also marked as a square... These were all written in the notebook.

Ample Time took a look at the notebook. Although he expected as much, he was still feeling a tinge of regret.

Sure enough, the degree of freedom was a relative concept, especially in online games. The developers wouldn’t allow players to take advantage of it. After all, there was more than one person playing on a server.

Even if someone took advantage of the loopholes, they would be fixed like fixing bugs.

Alas.

I really want to play the stand-alone version of Wasteland Online.

It must be so satisfying!

After some thought, the Bull And Horse Squad finally chose a piece of land of thirty square meters closest to the main entrance of the nursing home.

As for why they managed to buy a plot of land that was so large… That was because they got Garbage and Mosquito to join them.

Actually, Garbage didn’t have fifty coins saved up. Mosquito was the one who lent him forty silver coins before he managed to gather enough.

Garbage gasped in a touched tone, "Man! Thank you!"

"You’re welcome, interest is 2 silver coins a month."

"What the hell! Interest?!"

"Of course?" Mosquito rolled his eyes at him, then laughed, "I only charge you 5% a month, which is already kind enough. Just consider it your housing mortgage."

Garbage couldn’t help but growl, "Damn you!"

Raising an eyebrow, Mosquito wondered out loud, "What did you say?"

“I mean thank you…"

Is this guy really selling furniture in real life?

Not only did he know how to make gunpowder, but he also knew how to make bows and crossbows, and now, he became a loan shark...

Chu Guang maintained a strange expression while standing beside him. He always felt that this man seemed to know everything, but he couldn’t say anything.

Forget it. Whatever he does in reality is not my problem.

Anyway, he was just an NPC with no emotions in the game.

"Dear Administrator!"

"Are you here to buy land too?" Chu Guang asked, looking at the player in front of him.

"Uh, I want to buy it, but I haven’t saved enough money and contribution points yet," the player scratched his head embarrassedly, then remembered his original purpose of calling the administrator, and said quickly, "A lot of people arrived at the south entrance of the nursing home. There seems to be about ten of them!"

Chu Guang was slightly stunned.

"So many people?"

And it was from the south…

Could it be

"There are more than twenty cows! There are a lot of things on their back!"

Before the player could finish speaking, Chu Guang immediately picked up 5 copper coins from his pocket and threw them into the hands of the player.

"Go to the warehouse to get twenty kilograms of blue mushrooms. Wait for me at the south gate.”

Happily taking the reward, the player respectfully accepted the task. "Yes! Dear Administrator!"