This Game Is Too Realistic

A bonfire made of wood was burning brightly. Sparks floated into the sky with the heat wave.

The nomads beat leather drums and played bone flutes in front of the bonfire. Young dancers covered their faces with veils and presented a dance for the New Year on the snow.

Guards and workers, who lived near the outpost, and players who loved to join in the fun, also joined in with food and spirits bought from the market.

Although there was only one glass of free red wine, there were a lot of distilled spirits in the warehouse.

A long time ago, players had already used polygonum sylvestris as liquor ferment, shofar potatoes as materials, and brewed distilled liquor.

Compared with the red wine that needed to be tasted slowly, this kind of liquor had a real kick to it and would make people euphoric, which was more popular with wastelanders.

It was just that drinking red wine and liquor together, few people could handle it.

For a time, there were many people staggering around at the North Gate Market.

Xia Yan still wanted to drink, but she had already placed her head on the table and fallen asleep.

A brazier was placed under the table.

Xiaoyu patted her back lightly and said in a childlike tone, "Don’t drink so much next time, okay?"

"Hehe… I still want to drink..." However, Xia Yan, who was already asleep, obviously didn’t listen, and she was smacking her lips from time to time as if she was having some kind of wonderful dream.

Not far away, a taster was urgently looking for a toilet.

Farther afield, the hoarse voice wailed as if someone’s throat was on fire. "Water! Burp… Give me water!"

Makka Pakka lay on the ground and screamed, until Construction Boy stuffed a lump of snow in his mouth.

Eye Owe Money held his belly and said with a painful expression, "Damn, what the fuck was that?! I feel like my stomach is growling!"

Sideline Slacking looked at his already bulging belly and couldn’t help but complain. "How much did you eat?"

"Not much, just a little bit," Eye Owe Money hiccupped and said in a muffled voice, "Speaking of which, why do you have to eat again when you return to reality after you have already eaten it in game?"

"..."

"…"

Is this a question that an intelligence type player would ask? ?

Ample Time, who had drunk too much, sat limply on a wooden chair and started his improvisation.

Listening to the nomadic percussion music and relaxed bone flute, his index finger beat on the table, and his mouth hummed the newly composed songs.

"Mhm mhm..."

"The gears of the heaven fell into the furnace."

"Spilling the boiled molten steel out of the pot."

"The undead natural disaster will never stop."

"Recasting the kingdom of mortals."

"..."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The dried hoarse voice was like a violin being played by a saw blade, but in the rough accompaniment, there was an unexpected rhythm.

Like gulping down half a bottle of spirits, or forgoing that brought the sound of hammering iron.

However, Ample Time was unable to compose a complete song. But when he stopped abruptly, the players who were booing next to him immediately continued after him. With one sentence after another from different players, they actually completed a full song.

It was just that the further they got, the more outrageous ie became. From the Holy Terran to Ionia, the slogan for ‘The Rejuvenation of the Federation of People’ also became ‘People Live For Sex’.

Although the surrounding natives couldn’t understand what the residents of the shelter were singing, they also hummed along.

The singing dispelled the cold, and it also removed the barriers between them.

Even with a completely different culture, people’s yearning for a better life and the pursuit of beautiful things were the same.

In this warm atmosphere and flickering firelight, the people sitting together around the bonfire became a big family at this moment.

A drunk Zhao Rat patted Yu Hu on the shoulder, his face lit by the fire was as red as a monkey’s butt. "Hey, am I right? Life here is amazing!"

Yu Hu had drunk a little too much. He burped and slurred. "You’re right…… Next year, next year I will definitely move here!"

On the snow in front of the bonfire, a dance ended.

The shy Frost Spear Tribe girl bowed slightly but people weren’t going to just let her go.

"One more!"

"Yes! And invite your crush!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

Under the instigation of the people, the young girl of the Frost Spear Tribe mustered up her courage, but instead of inviting her dream lover in front of the bonfire, she walked to the dark blue exoframe wearing monster standing at the side.

"Can I invite you to dance with me?" There was a trace of nervousness in her eyes, like a hapless child who lost Truth or Dare.

Chu Guang gave her a slightly surprised look, and then jokingly said in a mild tone, "I can’t dance in this outfit. You should find someone who can catch up with your footsteps."

The young girl blushed, turned and ran away like a frightened little animal.

Hyrja, who was standing beside him with her arms crossed, looked at Chu Guang curiously. "Why not dance with her?"

A little dissatisfied with the way this woman looked at him like she was looking at an animal, Chu Guang rolled his eyes at her. "Do you know how energy consuming it is to dance in an exoframe that weighs a ton?"

It was not impossible to not turn on the power supply. It was probably similar to weight training in that way, but even if 70 to 80 percent of the weight could be transferred to the support structure of the exoframe, it also required a lot of power to move such a heavy armor without the help of a motor.

It was also easy to hurt others.

It was not without reason that Chu Guang chose to stand there as a backdrop.

"But then you won’t be able to enjoy the celebration," Hyrja reminded.

"You don’t understand, this is how I enjoy the celebration."

For an administrator, what could make him feel more happy than watching the people in the settlement sing and dance, and the residents live and work in peace and contentment?

This is the highest level of enjoyment.

Hyrja was lost in thought.

Her expression seemed to recall the history of Shelter 117.

At this moment, Yin Fang’s ridicule suddenly floated behind him, "You broke the girl’s heart."

Chu Guang ignored his teasing, and instead gave him a strange look. "Why are you back again?"

"I just went back to get something." Yin Fang took out a small cubic robot with four short legs from behind his back.

"The Academy doesn’t celebrate the New Year, it only celebrates great discoveries, but you seem to have the custom of celebrating the New Year... I just happened to finish it, so it’s a New Year’s gift for you."

Chu Guang’s face was full of surprise, and he reached out and took the little robot.

Unlike the original robot, the cubic creature that he just brought out had an additional camera.

Now it was not just lasers that map the nearby terrain, but the user wearing the neuro-connected device could also share its field of view with its camera.

Although it was only a small change, the practicality had greatly improved.

The little robot was much more powerful than the original one!

Looking at Chu Guang who was very interested in playing with the small robot in his hand, Yin Fang continued, "I call it the Crawler, unless you have a better name for it. Compared with the original little robot, it has one more eye, and nothing else has changed much."

"Thank you." Chu Guang sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Yin Fang coughed lightly. "You don’t have to thank me, the materials are all from you, I just assembled it."

Having said that, he remembered another important thing, so he continued, "By the way, its power source is a metal hydrogen battery... It seems that you don’t have a lot of reserves in your shelter, only forty or fifty of them. You can get more if you have a chance, that’s a good thing."

Chu Guang made a helpless expression. "I don’t need you to tell me that."

Metal-hydrogen batteries produced by Enterprise, which contained a number of Class A technologies, were very popular everywhere.

At present, Boulder Town could only produce solid-state hydrogen batteries independently. If he wanted to buy metal hydrogen batteries, he could only hope that the caravan from the East Coast could bring some.

Chu Guang had previously bought dozens of them from the Pioneer, and planned to use them to make exoskeletons.

But at the moment, what his players needed most was not exoskeletons, but cheap and easy-to-use equipment, as well as industrial equipment that could produce them, so the matter had been put on hold.

Looking at the robot in his hand, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something very serious. "If this thing blows up..."

Yin Fang answered in a relaxed tone, "It will be roughly equivalent to 6 kilograms of TNT, the power should be able to cover... Uh, a football field?"

"???"

What the FUCK?!

Putting the robot into Yin Fang’s hands, Chu Guang calmly took half a step aside. "You can hold on to it for me first."

Looking at the robot that was returned in his hand, Yin Fang was stunned for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face. "Don’t be scared... This doesn’t blow up so easily. And 6 kilograms of TNT is the theoretical equivalent. Without detonators and accelerants, how can it really achieve the level of destruction? This is not a bomb after all."

There were at least two Class B technology gaps between the metal-hydrogen battery and the metal-hydrogen cannonball, and the oxygen in the air was simply not enough to fully react with hydrogen in the metal state.

Besides, there was no need for him to be afraid when he was wearing an exoframe.

But Chu Guang didn’t want to listen to him explaining that much, he just wanted to stay away from the doctor as much as he could.

Mhm.

One more rule to follow in the future.

Robots and exoskeletons powered by metal hydrogen are prohibited from staying in the shelter for long periods of time.

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