This Game Is Too Realistic

Outside the east gate of the outpost.

At the gate of the nomadic camp, Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves were standing beside the wooden stake with an axe, each carrying a wooden basket and stretching their necks to look ahead.

Inside the wooden basket was a basket full of raw silk wrapped around wooden sticks.

Seeing Teng Teng coming from the outpost, their eyes lit up.

Especially the extroverted younger sister, she couldn’t help standing on tiptoe. She beckoned to Teng Teng before trotting over in excitement to hug her. "Teng Teng!"

"Autumn Leaves, good morning... Ah! Don’t, don’t spin me in circles, it’s so weird!"

After her feet finally touched the ground, Teng Teng blushed and brushed her messy hair.

Autumn Leaves looked at her apologetically like a child who had done something wrong. "Teng Teng?"

"It’s, it’s alright… Just don’t do this next time."

Although she was not yet familiar with the language of the shelter residents, Autumn Leaves was very proficient in calling her name.

Thanks to the kind-hearted Teng Teng, they learned how to reel silk, and she even gave them a set of silk reeling tools. Now there were not only many beautiful and durable ropes, silk and cloth in the tribe, but also one additional way to generate extra income.

Every morning, Teng Teng would come to them and buy from them the raw silk produced the day before.

Everyone in the tribe was very grateful to the kind Teng Teng, and the tribe leader specially instructed her and her elder sister to give Teng Teng the best raw silk in the tribe. As for those of average quality, they could just keep them for themselves. After all, they didn’t need to use good silk.

Autumn Leaves wasn’t much interested in those coins, but those Devil Moth’s chrysalis were really delicious!

She had never eaten such delicious bugs.

Its meat was white and tender, yet its skin was crunchy. Whether it was grilled or boiled, they were all very delicious!

Just when Autumn Leaves was thinking that she had to find a chance to invite Teng Teng to taste the delicious food she made, her elder sister Autumn Weed, who came over, reached out and knocked on the top of her head. 𐍂

"Ow!" Autumn Leaves covered her head and looked at her elder sister with an aggrieved expression, but the latter glared at her and scolded softly. "You can’t be so rude to others, not to mention that she’s our benefactor."

Saying that, Autumn Weed looked at Teng Teng apologetically, lowered her head, and said seriously with a not so accurate pronunciation. "I’m sorry for the trouble."

"It’s, it’s alright, there’s no need for such a formal apology..." Teng Teng, who was not good at dealing with this kind of situation, looked a little embarrassed. Especially when she saw the pitiful expression of Autumn Leaves, which made her feel even more sympathetic. She quickly changed the subject, "That’s right, raw silk."

With that, she took a bag of silver coins from her pocket and handed it to Autumn Weed.

Autumn Weed was stunned for a moment, then politely took it and picked up the wooden basket on the ground. "We have already packed them up. We can help you bring it over."

"It’s okay, it’s okay, I can take it back myself, it’s not too far."

Looking at Autumn Leaves standing behind her elder sister with a look of grievance, Teng Teng stepped forward, touched her head lightly, and said happily. "Thank you for your hard work! These materials will definitely come in handy!"

With those materials, she would be able to make a lot of clothes!

"Thanks!" Autumn Leaves’ eyes lit up, and a smile immediately bloomed on her face.

She understood that word too!

It meant thanks and affirmation!

The next moment, there was a sudden commotion at the north gate of the outpost. A large number of people carried rifles and marched northward in an imposing manner.

It was the same the day before.

The tribesmen in the camp stopped their work one after another, looked towards the north, and began to discuss in a low voice.

"What’s going on?"

"I heard it’s going up north."

"North? Has the chaos spread here?"

"Blessed by the spirit of the ancestors, may those warriors triumph."

"I hope the war doesn’t spread here... We finally found a good place to live."

The days of wandering were too hard. No one wanted to go back to living like that again.

Looking north, Autumn Leaves huddled nervously beside her elder sister.

Autumn Weed patted her younger sister’s head gently, comforting her softly. "Don’t be afraid, the administrator will protect us."

Although she couldn’t understand what the two sisters were saying, Teng Teng could feel the unease in their eyes.

Giving them a firm look, Teng Teng reassured the two with an encouraging tone. "Don’t worry, it’ll be alright. Everyone in the shelter will protect you!"

...

At the north gate of the wetland park.

The two trucks stopped.

Sideline Slacking, who was carrying a Sickle assault rifle, beckoned his teammates to get on the truck.

"Brothers, hurry up and get on the truck! It’s mission time!"

[Mission: Go to Chaowei Battery Factory (Ongoing)]

[Mission: Assisting the relocation of residents (Not yet started)]

Eye Owe Money, who was also carrying a Sickle semi-automatic rifle with an optical sight on his back, jumped onto the truck and shouted. "Let’s go! Let’s follow the slacker to put out the fire!"

Sideline Slacking rolled his eyes. "Screw you, can you not call me that? Can’t you just call me Sideline?"

It was fine when he didn’t protest, but the moment he protested, more and more players began to call him that way.

Construction Boy was the first to speak. "Okay, slacking fool, where are we going to have some fun today?"

Makka Pakka grinned. "Yes, slacker, who are we going to feed today?"

"Fuck!” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Due to the absurdly high battle losses, Sideline Slacking’s team was well-known on the forum, and was often ridiculed by players and cloud gamers as a team of feeders.

When there was a tribe of mutant humans near the outpost before, they fought with them twice, but both times, they ended up with heavy casualties. In the end, even the developers also found it unbearable to watch and sent a team of friendly troops clad in exoframes to help them out. Otherwise, their entire team would’ve been wiped out.

It was also the same during the night raid on the experimental base the night before. As a feint team, their team’s battle damage was as high as 50%.

Although everyone knew that he wasn’t the one to be blamed for so many losses, he was indeed a bit unlucky to always encounter big scenes and plot kills.

But oddly enough, that fucking noob would survive every time!

Because of this, many people were still arguing on the forum whether high perception would add dodge or luck, otherwise it was completely unreasonable.

When he got into the truck, Eye Owe Money still couldn’t stop talking, and chatted with Construction Boy next to him.

"So do you want to make a bet? A small bet wouldn’t harm anyone, so just bet 1 silver coin and guess today’s deaths."

Construction Boy put out five fingers coolly without thinking. "Five, five people are going to die today."

As for why he chose that number…

Because he only had five fingers, and the other hand was still in his pocket, and he was too lazy to take it out.

"Tsk," Eye Owe Money tutted, "then I’ll bet on six."

Another player next to him heard it and shivered. "Fuck’s sake, can you not jinx us?"

"Yes, I almost want to get off the truck!"

There were 10 mobilized teams in total, two of which were led by Sideline Slacking and headed to Chaowei Battery Factory 22 kilometers away.

The battery factory was located in a small town. It produced safe, reliable and environmentally friendly solid-state hydrogen batteries. Its products were relatively well-known before the war. The two public elementary schools and kindergartens in the town were all funded by it.

More than two centuries later, the only relationship between this battery factory and the battery was probably the signboard that was barely legible.

Most of the houses in the factory area had collapsed, and only the walls were barely usable. There were no dangerous mutants nearby, so people came to settle down in that place over time.

Survivors had been living there for many years, building houses with salvaged materials, mending fences, scavenging waste and farming for a living.

Two trucks stopped at the gate of the factory.

Survivors with large bags and even trolleys had already gathered at the gate.

There were blank stares everywhere. Although the rumors about the Bonechewer Clan arriving in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City had been circulating for a while, no one thought that everything would happen so suddenly.

The young guard jumped out of the truck, walked quickly to the gate of the factory, and saw the village chief of the survivors’ settlement.

It was an old man with a hunchback, and his face was weather-beaten, but he still looked very vigorous.

Lu Bei stood in front of him, his expression serious and his words succinct. "I am Shelter 404’s Guard, Lu Bei! By the order of the administrator, we have come to support your evacuation!"

Although he felt a little apprehensive about the young man’s appearance in front of him, the soldiers behind him still made the old man feel relieved.

Nodding, the old man said, "My name is Li Zhong, and I’m the village head here. I’ve heard about the situation from my child. We’ve packed everything up and can leave at any time."

"We will abide by your rules, and I hope you will keep your promises and abide by the agreement between us."

Lu Bei nodded and said faithfully. "Don’t worry about this, the administrator has already planned a bright future for you, now please follow me…"

Before the words could be finished, the sound of gunfire suddenly came from a distance, and the bullets whooshed towards the entrance, hitting the concrete wall, leaving a series of holes on the wall and dust flying everywhere.

Startled by the sudden sound of gunfire, the surrounding survivors fled from the entrance.

However, there were also a few people who were calm in the face of danger. They squatted at the entrance and fired in the direction of the bullets.

Looking to the north suddenly, Lu Bei’s eyes widened slightly, only to see a pickup truck with steel plates stopped at the corner of the road.

The black barrel of the gun on top of the truck was aiming straight in his direction!

Sideline Slacking, not far away, had already yelled and led someone to rush up, firing to attract firepower, while instructing the team members to disperse.

"Enemy attack!"

"Driver, don’t get out of the truck! And drive the truck into the factory!"

"Team A defends this spot. Team B, come with me! Before they surround us, we have to break out!"

"Prepare the rocket launcher! Aim, and take them out!"