This Game Is Too Realistic

"What the hell!?"

In the kitchen of the Fallen Leaf Camp, looking at the potatoes piled up in front of him, the warrior holding the knife had his eyes straightened and his chin wanted to touch the ground.

Is this cooking for pigs? !

How many tons of potatoes do these guys have to eat a day? !

However…

The cook who handed over the task to him didn't pay attention to the expression on his face at all, and just gave instructions in a commanding tone.

"You...are called Pangolin, right? These potatoes are your job today. I hope to see them all washed and peeled before evening."

"If the work is not finished, you will be rewarded.

After leaving these words, the guy disappeared without knowing where he was.

Looking at the knife in his hand, and then at the three skinny survivors next to him, the warlord felt like crying.

"This...how long do I have to cut it off?"

Yesterday, he was bragging on the official website that he completed the workload of three people in only half a day. As a result, as soon as it went online today, the workload completed yesterday became today's standard, and it quadrupled.

This is like catching a fat sheep and pulling it hard.

The key is that there are no mission rewards yet!

Compared with the people in the legion, their respected manager is simply a living Buddha!

wrong…

Are these dogecoins worthy of being compared with the administrator? ?

The warlord got angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He clenched his knife tightly and almost couldn't help but chase him out and open the eyes of that arrogant fat pig.

However, thinking of the hidden missions unlocked on the official website last night and the generous mission rewards, he finally took a deep breath and endured it patiently.

A man can bend and stretch.

I endure it for the sake of the supreme manager!

"We have to improve our tools. With this knife, we won't be able to finish cutting until this time tomorrow." The warlord looked back at the three apprentices behind him, gesticulating with his hands and speaking in a poor human language.

The three apprentices looked at each other in confusion. They listened half-understood, and their faces were full of confusion.

The warlord sighed, picked a guy who looked a little smarter, and asked him to go to the scavenger's dump station to find some iron pieces.

After getting the parts and tools, he used a flint to grind through the middle of the iron sheet, then wound the iron wire several times to make four simple paring knives.

This thing is a bit like a razor.

Although it can't be said to be automatic at all, it is at least much faster than cutting with a dagger.

After his patient guidance, the three apprentices quickly learned how to peel potatoes more efficiently.

This time the warlord learned the lesson and instead of showing off anxiously everywhere, he squatted next to the three apprentices and started working hard.

Seeing his leisurely look, the apprentice on the side couldn't help but said with envy.

"Brother, do you peel potatoes often?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"No...it just seems that you are quite skilled in your movements, and the improved tool is quite easy to use."

Wargo said with a chuckle.

"What's the point? We all do it this way, and I learned it from others."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the three apprentices became even more envious.

In the wasteland, crops with a planting cycle of more than two months are not affordable for ordinary people.

Green wheat is grown in most survivor settlements, not because people like the unique smell of oxalic acid, but because other crops simply cannot wait until they mature and are either destroyed by predators or destroyed by alien species.

The more war-torn times are, the more people tend to plant crops with short growth cycles and low requirements on soil, fertility, and manpower.

This is true in every world.

Anyway, he had nothing to do, so the warlord simply talked about the life in the Alliance with these apprentices using some unfamiliar human language.

Of course, he did not mention the Alliance and Dawn City, and still referred to them as Beit Street.

His mouth was dry as he spoke, and the warlord paused, then suddenly noticed a dark row of residents standing in the open space outside the kitchen.

"What's going on over there?"

An apprentice squatting next to him quickly answered.

"I heard that the legion is recruiting soldiers...

"Recruiting?"

"Well, survivors who are strong or have special powers can sign up, saying that as long as they join the legion's team, they can eat potatoes and beef."

When he said that, the apprentice had an envious expression on his face, and he was obviously moved.

But perhaps thinking that he might be sent to the front line as cannon fodder, he ultimately did not make up his mind to try his luck.

The warlord looked at this guy with a strange look on his face, and threw the potatoes that had been peeled and plated for a long time into the frame next to him.

Those two-headed cows and potatoes…

Aren’t they all obtained from your home?

While the field man was peeling potatoes and thinking about whether to try his luck at the recruiting place, Colway, standing in the center of the camp, was looking at the roster sent by his men.

In four days, they gathered a total of 7,400 survivors and evacuated nearly seventeen survivor settlements.

The largest survivor settlement had a thousand people, and there was even a cast-iron cannon in the camp.

However……

In front of the 400 main gun, that kind of thing is just a toy.

Especially when the residents heard that "the steel airship wiped out the company's entire hundred-man team with just one shot," the locals simply couldn't muster the courage to resist, so they packed up their luggage and moved here with them.

They have deployed wood generators in the camp to power the nutrient paste synthesis device, and will also build several smelting furnaces here later.

Melt the trash picked up by scavengers from the city into useful metal castings to craft Ripper rifles and ammunition.

General McClung gave him the task of training a thousand-man team composed of locals within two months to fight with their Air and Space Marines.

This laid the foundation for them to include the southern plains of the River Valley Province into their sphere of influence.

Standing next to Colway, logistics officer Finold narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the row of survivors standing in front of him and the camp that was beginning to take shape.

"We have to speed up. People from the enterprise have discovered our actions, and our patrol team has failed to make several visits."

Colway: "I have reported this problem to Mr. Rachel, and we will increase the number of patrols later..."

"And one more thing."

"What's up?"

"I heard that a two-story death claw appeared in the survivor colony at No. 79 Xiangling Street. Is that right?"

Colway remembered this and nodded.

"That's what happened. I reported the situation there to Mr. Rachel. Considering that it was only a settlement of survivors of two to three hundred people, and those locals may not be able to survive from the mouth of the death claw. Come down, I'll ask my men to cross out that survivor settlement... Is there a problem?"

It wasn't that he was afraid of that thing, he just felt it wasn't worth wasting his men's lives and precious ammunition just to kill a beast.

The number of aviation marines is limited and cannot be replenished from the rear. The corporate guerrillas are enough to give him a headache these days.

Finold said pleasantly.

"No problem, there is no harm in missing two or three hundred men, but General McClun is very interested in that beast. He saw the guy on the bridge and kept talking about hanging the guy's head on the Heart of Steel. Head, take it back to General Griffin for a look."

Colway looked at Finold in surprise and was speechless for a long time.

The smile on Finold's face remained unchanged, and his tone was still gentle.

"Can I trouble you?

It would be best if you could refuse, but this is General McClung's order.

Even with ten thousand reluctances in his heart, Colway could only nod his numb head.

"good.……

"Isn't there a basement in this library?"

In the dark tunnel.

Sisi held up a flashlight and looked around. It felt like a bomb shelter to her, although she had never seen what a bomb shelter looked like in reality. Sesame walked beside her, holding a radio in her arms, with cat ears. Standing upright alertly, eyes darting around.

At this moment, the radio, which had been quiet a second ago, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching laughter, which scared her so much that she almost dropped it on the ground.

"Who did you listen to?"

"Local residents."

"Haha, what do they know?"

That’s right.

Si Si nodded thoughtfully and did not continue to ask further questions on this irrelevant question.

If anyone could find the entrance to the shelter, it would undoubtedly be torture for both those inside and those outside.

Both physically and spiritually.

The two continued to move along the dark tunnel, which became wider and wider as they went forward. From the beginning, it could only allow four people to walk parallel to each other, and now it is even as wide as two lanes.

Looking at the fork in the road next to the passage, Sisi became more and more sure of his previous guess.

There should be more than one entrance to Vault 79.

And the number of people it can accommodate is far more than a thousand people!

The elevator on the second floor of the library, hidden behind the bookshelf on the side of the wall, is just one of the entrances to this tunnel.

As for how they found that intersection, they have to start from half an hour ago.

Half an hour ago, they found the radio on the second floor of the library that received signals from nowhere.

The man on the radio claimed to be the manager of Vault 79, and said in a self-deprecating or self-blaming tone that "half of the savagery in this land can trace their roots to him," and advised the two to leave quickly. This is a place of right and wrong.

Sisi expressed reservations about his statement.

But for now, this guy seems to be the only one who knows the entrance to Vault 79.

She thought it would take some effort to gain the manager's trust, but to her surprise, she barely used any words to convince the guy and agreed to let them take a look79 Shelter number.

to be honest.

Such a simple persuasion was so easy that Sisi even couldn't believe it.

Could it be...

Is your hidden charm attribute actually very high?

Thinking of this, a subtle expression appeared on Sisi's face.

At this time, the radio suddenly spoke.

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask, what is Vault 404 for?"

"Just an ordinary shelter?"

"Oh, like this…"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just want to make sure it doesn't interfere with other friends' work."

There was something meaningful about that smile.

But Sisi didn't think much about it.

After all, this old radio, even if it doesn't say anything, is still emitting electric noise all the time.

"By the way, what should we call you."

"Just call me manager."

"But we already have a manager, so there has to be a distinction."

The voice pondered for a while.

"Sorry, I've been alone for too long. I haven't used my name for a long time. I thought about it for a while. You can just call me Yongshi."

Sisi was slightly surprised, but didn't say much and nodded "Oh."

Most NPCs in this game have weird names, including their managers, who have always used the code name "Shuguang" to call themselves, and only occasionally use the name "Chu Guang".

But judging from the meaning of this guy's words, it seems that he is an old monster who has lived since the pre-war era.

This task is getting more and more interesting.

Sesame Paste, who was walking aside, couldn't understand what the two were communicating at all, so he asked with some anxiety.

"How long until we arrive?"

Sisi relayed her question, and the radio quickly answered.

"It's just ahead, but before that, I hope you can be mentally prepared. I said, no survivors will be sheltered there.

"I'm ready."

As the guide of the dungeon, this NPC talks too much.

Just as Sisi was thinking this, a giant gear-shaped alloy door finally appeared at the end of the tunnel.

The number 79 printed in the center of the gear has not faded at all even after two centuries.

Their eyes were filled with excitement for a moment.

mission completed!

The entrance to Vault 79 has been found!

"Too bad Tails isn't here, should we call her over?"

"It's a waste of time to go back and forth. I finally got here. Anyway, let's see what it looks like inside..."

Suppressing the excitement in his voice, Sisi looked at the radio in Sesame Paste's hands and asked in People's Lianyu.

"How do we get in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stones on the ground suddenly jumped slightly.

There was a tremor like an earthquake under the feet, and the giant gear with an unknown tonnage slowly rolled to one side.

Looking at the straight corridor behind the giant door and the spacious buffer room that looked like a playground, Sisi's eyes widened in surprise.

The area in front of her was 10 times the size of Vault 404.

However, what surprised her even more was what came next.

When she and Sesame Paste passed through the wide buffer room and the door at the end of the corridor, the floor-to-ceiling windows more than ten meters high quickly came into view.

And behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, their understanding of shelter was completely overturned.

The square buildings, like sharp-edged rulers, are distributed in an unusually wide area of ​​space, extending into the bottomless underground.

Steep passages connect the square buildings together.

They are like blocks that are connected to each other, stacked and connected to each other, maximizing the use of space in a way that is acceptable to human aesthetics.

At this moment, they are standing at the top of this "underground city"...

Sisi opened his eyes wide, subconsciously touched his ear, and his fingertips were completely stuck to the shutter of the headset.

Sesame Paste standing aside was stunned on the spot. Not only did his eyes widen, but his mouth was opened so wide that it seemed like he could stuff an egg into it.

"Is this... really a honey refuge?"

"Welcome to Ruigu City 2." A cheerful voice came from the radio, "There have been no new guests here for a long, long time.

The moment the words fell, the eyes under the cat's ears suddenly flashed with a hint of alertness.

Sesame Paste's right hand quickly pulled out the 12-caliber revolver stuck on his waist, and his thumb deftly pressed down the hammer.

This is a pistol she bought from the administrator a long time ago. It is mainly used to deal with large alien species.

Behind the door she aimed at, a tiger twice as big as two circles was staring at the two of them through the glass window on the door, growling dangerously from its mouth.

A pair of teeth turned on the outside of the lips, like a sharp dagger!

Its claws scratched the door, its teeth rubbed against the door frame, and its eyes were full of impatience, as if it had been hungry for a long time.

The moment she met her eyes, the biological instinct made her feel that the hairs all over her body stood up.

Also aware of the dangerous aura, Sis swallowed hard, loaded the assault rifle in his hand with a click, and while aiming at the door, asked the radio.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Why are there alien species in the shelter? !

The radio sighed quietly.

"So I tell you to prepare yourself. As you can see, this city has fallen."

"Fall..."

"Yes."

Leaning in Sesame's arms, the old radio seemed to be recounting a past event, speaking in a very soft voice.

"The people here once spent a short and prosperous time, but that giant door can block war and radiation, but it cannot stop people's yearning for the outside world and freedom. I tried to persuade them to wait a little longer, waiting for the radiation Dust falls from the sky to the ground, waiting for the glaciers that freeze the earth to melt. When that time comes, we will walk hand in hand towards the outside world, but "

However? "

"However, they can't wait any longer and are clamoring to leave here. I can't persuade them no matter how hard I try."

The voice on the radio was a bit mocking, but soon changed to a relieved tone.

"Let's not talk about those old things. I believe you are not interested either. In short, since the door outside is always opening and closing frequently, there is no difference between the world here and the outside world. It is even worse than the outside world."

"Our original intention was to help the mutated creatures outside return to their original state. However, who would have thought that some idiots were not satisfied with getting out on their own, and also brought out the creatures carrying the unfinished Primarch. As a result, the outside is now full of those Mutated freak."

Sisi frowned.

"You mean... all the alien species outside escaped from here?"

The radio answered shortly.

"Probably, anyway, I estimate that at least half of them are. As for the rest, you have to ask other shelters. Who knows what they are doing."

After a pause, its tone seemed to contain a hint of deep self-blame.

"Of course, it's not that we haven't tried to make remedies. Before the last crisis, we had been looking for ways to control the spread of the original gene. In fact, this great work was almost completed. Unfortunately, at the last moment, The only research area that did not fall was eventually lost."

Si Si said with piercing eyes.

"We are willing to continue your unfinished business! Returning the ecology of this planet to normal is also part of our revitalization of the People's Federation!"

Any major research results discovered in the wasteland, whether encrypted data or sample entities, can be exchanged for generous rewards from the scientific expedition team PC Yin Fang.

Such a big shelter.

The things researched in it can definitely be exchanged for a lot of rewards, right?

Not knowing what she was thinking at the moment, a happy voice floated from the radio.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. It seems I didn't trust you so much in vain."

After a brief pause, it continued.

"There is a silver-white building in the center of the city. Its appearance is very eye-catching. You should be able to see it from here. That is the research area of ​​this shelter.

All our research results are stored there, including our experimental data, including the serum samples we have completed. "

Sisi: "Serum?"

"There are many serums capable of reversing mutations, and we've only completed the Deathclaw ones... because they are the most dangerous."

The moment he heard these words, Sisi was stunned.

"Can such a thing be done?"

The reversal has mutated...

This may sound fanciful.

However, the radio said in a determined tone.

"Of course, it's not difficult to do. Closer to home, if you are really willing to inherit our business, just take those things outside for us. Since you are from the shelter, you must know what to do. How to use them.”

"Of course, the alien species here are difficult to deal with, including more than one Deathclaw. You can go back and prepare first, and come back when you are ready."

"I do have this plan." Si Si glanced at the tiger outside the door.

She did need to do some preparation.

When they entered Xiangling Town before, in order to show their sincerity, she and Sesame Paste only carried basic self-defense weapons.

With the little ammunition on hand, I'm afraid I won't even be able to deal with the monster behind the door in front of me.

At least get everyone together!

Peak offline time of the day.

The official forum was once again detonated by a post.

"Big News! Vault 79 decrypted! The underground city hidden in Zuigu City! 》

Quit smoking: "Holy shit! Underground city?!"

Tails: "Uh-huh! The monsters inside are so powerful! There are so many rubbish guys! (☆☆)"

Picking up trash level 99: "???"

I was the darkest: "666! Isn't this much more awesome than that shabby map from War Land?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Nima, that's not what you said yesterday!"

Thunder Dharma King Professor Yang: "With this scale, it wouldn't be too much to issue another hundred thousand activation codes, right?"

Irena: "Damn it, the novice village of Deathclaw is no more exciting than the Vault 117 of Little Monkey. (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: “And it’s done directly on the face. (Funny)”

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Let me in!!! Planner Dog didn't send me a helmet report! (Crazy)"

Lao Bai: "(dumbfounded jpg)"

Sisi: "In short, this is basically the situation in Vault 79... Since there is no network here, we can only upload the photos after returning to the Storm Troops' base in a few days."

"In addition, we also learned that there is a huge nuclear energy reserve in that shelter. According to the description of the manager named Yongshi,

Three more centuries would be more than enough. The serum located in the central research area of ​​that underground city seems to be able to reverse mutation? "

Crow Crow: "Wait, doesn't that mean Rourou can become a human? (Excited)"

Fujito: "(Look forward to) (Look forward to)"

Rourou: "Wait a minute, I am a human! (a)"

"Although I am indeed not a human being in the game."

"No! It feels so weird to say that!"

Rourou, who posted three posts in a row, fell into chaos, but due to the players' expectations for the new map, he was quickly drowned in the influx of replies.

After browsing the post from beginning to end, a certain planner sitting in front of the computer also had a surprised expression on his face.

"Reverse mutation?!"

What kind of black technology is this?

At this moment, Chu Guang was as surprised as the player named Sisi.

Fortunately, he had experts he could consult.

Without hesitation, Chu Guang immediately got up and went to the third floor, where he found Heya who was busy in the laboratory.

After listening to his consultation, Heya paused in her work, with a clearly surprised expression in her eyes.

"Are you sure? Reverse mutation?"

Chu Guang said carefully.

"I can't guarantee that the source of the news is accurate. I can only make sure that I heard it correctly. But by the way, are you even so surprised?"

"Well, it's not so much that I'm surprised, but that I don't quite understand the significance of this research project."

Her index finger gently rested on her chin, and Heya had a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Although the mutated creatures in the wasteland do not rule out human factors, most of them are actually the result of natural selection. Only species with stronger survival capabilities can survive on this planet with an extreme ecological environment. This is what caused the current situation The root cause of this situation."

"If the environment itself is not changed, it makes no sense to only change the traits of one or two organisms. These individuals that cannot adapt to the current environment will soon be eliminated, and the traits cannot be inherited at all."

After a pause, she continued.

"Moreover, evolution is a continuous process. To which stage does that serum specifically intend to trace the mutations that have occurred?"

"So he is lying?" Chu Guang also discovered that this logic did not make sense. Chu Guang frowned slightly, "The research results stored in Vault 79 are not as simple as he confessed."

Heya Yeyu said: "You and I have thought together. Eighty percent of your residents have been deceived. Sometimes they are really innocent and cute... Speaking of which, can't Yin Fang find any information about Shelter No. 79? ?Even the name of the manager?"

Chu Guang shook his head.

"It can't be found. The shelter is like a black box. It's a blind box from the outside."

Heya, who crossed her arms, tilted her head, not quite understanding what a blind box was.

Chu Guang didn't explain, thinking quickly in his mind.

He could not say that the "Yongshi" was lying, but there was a high probability that the person concealed part of the truth in order to allow his players to take the serum stored in the shelter outside.

There could be many reasons for doing this, and there's no point in speculating until you figure out what that serum is.

However, what puzzled Chu Guang was why he didn't do it himself?

As long as the door of the shelter is closed and the power is cut off, the creatures inside will die of lack of oxygen in a few days.

Even if some of them managed to survive, it would only be a matter of a few more days.

Or the authority held by that person is incomplete.

Or for some reason, that person doesn't want the aliens in the shelter to die...

....