This Game Is Too Realistic

"There will inevitably be sacrifices on the road to eternity, and you are not the only one who will sacrifice your life for this."

"You are a smart girl, but it's a pity that your curiosity has killed you. In the face of survival and the truth, you chose the most irrelevant one."

"Farewell, don't blame me."

"It's all natural selection."

"Sleep peacefully until the new world comes...ot

This will be a good dream.

Although the process is a bit painful...

The cracked ruins of the wall were covered with crows, and the setting sun lengthened the rough and hoarse voice and the shadow of the sharp claws.

It stood in the middle of the street, looking at the dim yellow falling in the distance, muttering a bunch of words to comfort someone.

The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the focused sight seemed to pass through the burning cloud and fall somewhere outside the field of vision.

After a long time, it was satisfied and withdrew its sight from a distance.

However, the moment it turned around and was about to leave, it caught its eyes with a group of people standing at the end of the street.

They were a group of ragged beggars, dressed in rags, holding chains in their hands, and carrying rifles with bayonets on their backs.

The amber pupils stared at those people, snorting from the gun-like nostrils, and the Deathclaw's face was full of disdain.

This group of ants who don’t know whether to live or die...

At the same time, the battlefield atmosphere team standing opposite had excitement written all over their faces, and they shouted to their subordinates in a low voice.

"Do as I say, throw the chain at it, and run to the building next to it regardless of whether it is hit or not."

"Don't hesitate, hesitation will be in vain."

Seeing the huge body rushing towards them like a tank, the battlefield atmosphere team grasped the chains in their hands and roared with high fighting spirit.

"Oli to the brothers - one"

"That's it for a thousand!"

Although he didn't know what Ollie meant, Li Ba still shouted out his fear to encourage himself, who was trembling with every cell in his body.

"Ouch!"

Just when the warrior who had just become captain of ten was leading his men to battle wits and courage with the Death Claw, the official forum in another world was also busy.

"Decryption of Vault 79 intelligence, is the manager the biggest villain?" ! (I paid for it with my life, give it a like and go ahead qaq)》

After going offline, Sisi compiled all the clues he collected from the "Experiment Diary" in this post.

"On December 30, 2169, the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era is coming to an end. Although many things have happened this year, fortunately our experiments are still continuing."

"But on this special day, I don't want to write too much about the experiment. I plan to write a little bit about our story, just in case I get Alzheimer's one day and forget all about our past."

…Vault 79 was built in 2120, five years before the Doomsday War. This shelter is numbered t in the AFC permanent fortification sequence,

It is a research honey shelter. Its function is not to shelter any residents, but as a special research facility reserved to deal with extreme situations that may occur after the war. "

"Based on unreliable assumptions about human nature, the idea of ​​the post-war reconstruction committee may fail, and our heritage may not be used to build a new kingdom of heaven, but become a tool for a few to exploit the majority, or even to revive civilization. resistance."

"Assuming that our civilization regresses back to the feudal era, or even the earlier tribal period, what we need is not steam engines or heavy machine guns, but a king who can lead us through the darkness and from the wilderness to the new world."

"He must be strong enough to combine all great powers into one body. It is best to have an almost endless lifespan to accompany his people through the long river of time, so that the ideal will never fade. He will sacrifice himself after rebuilding Utopia and return everything. To his people who trust in him.”

"Although this is just a hypothesis based on assumptions, even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, we should try it if conditions permit."

"Plan 79 came into being."

"As one of the tens of thousands of asylum options, the goal here is to give birth to a manager with perfect abilities and morals after 120 years of isolation.' He will lead his people to rebuild on the surface. our civilization.

"A total of 100,000 researchers participated in this project. We entered the shelter in the first year of the war and woke up from the shelter in the tenth winter after the war ended. We worked step by step under the guidance of the managers."

"At first, the plan progressed smoothly. Without the review and obstruction of the Science and Technology Ethics Committee, we quickly made staged progress. However, unfortunately, in the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era, our plan finally came to an end. An accident still happened.”

"The Ice Age is coming to an end and is expected to end completely in ten years. This is half a century earlier than the results of computer calculations. It also coincides with the death of the first generation of managers and the transition between the old and the new. Not only the new generation of residents are convinced that the plan is correct. There were doubts about sex, and even those of us who were the first researchers to enter the shelter had debates about whether to continue this project. "

"According to the plan, we elected a second manager from the new generation of residents and gave him the power to choose the future. However, what is surprising is that as an opponent of Plan 79, this courageous The young leader changed his attitude and became a staunch supporter of Plan 79 just a few months after receiving the asylum authority."

"More than that, he adopted a more radical experimental strategy, requiring us to no longer stick to the form of life and experimental methods. A large number of clones were put into the experiment, and for the sake of efficiency, we even improved the genes of the clones , resulting in completely different sub-races.”

"I vaguely feel that this is inappropriate, but it seems too late to say this now..."

"On June 11, 2178, it seemed to be sunny outside, and the damn snow finally stopped!"

"June 29, 2178, he must be crazy..."

"On July 8, 2178, many people died because of that crazy plan. I will probably die soon, but there is no sadness in my heart. Even if those things didn't happen, my life would be close to exhaustion. And until the final moment came, we had done everything we could, even if not everything we did was perfect."

"Maybe as he said, it's all natural selection."

otI hope that when I wake up next time, our world will have a completely new look, and I will be lucky enough to see the new heaven after being reborn..."

“The above is just the perspective of an ordinary researcher.”

"The logs shown in v are machine translations. I sorted them out roughly. The key information should be in the logs from June to July 2178.

I will move the original text to the forum one after another. If there are any missing clues, please help me find them. "

The post was posted less than three minutes ago.

There were hundreds of replies in the comment area instantly, and both players and cloud players were talking about it.

However, there are only a few nutritious replies.

Roushan Damomo: "We thought you were lost. You've been walking in that building for a long time."

Aoao Sesame Paste: "...This is too scary."

Tails: "Uuuuuuuuuuuah, my Sisi died miserably! Damn this bastard! I'm going to set fire to his honey shelter! (;`0)o"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "It's useless. The administrator's authority in the shelter is absolute. Even if you successfully bring the tools to set fire in...

Anyway, I don’t believe there’s even a fire extinguisher there. (squinting)"

Tails: "!!!ot

Sisi: "Well, that's what I think too. There's no point in exposing myself now. It's better to pretend that nothing happened and give it a surprise in the end."

The most unrealistic thing about this game is probably that it can be played "off the court".

Although the cs are playing their roles very carefully, it is a pity that they do not know that there is such a thing as a "game forum" in another world.

That Yongshi would never have thought that the secrets he was willing to keep silent would have been completely leaked...

Fringe: "The currently known clues are that the ultimate goal of Vault 79 is to cultivate a king with perfect morals and eternal life? But in the end, due to various reasons, the experiment went astray?"

Crow Crow: "The lifespan is pretty good... How can one consider morality to be perfect? ​​(: 3")"

Irena: "The 'Philosopher King' in Plato's works? (Funny)"

Edge of water: "So the experiment failed."

Fang Chang: "You may not fail if you arrive. Just remember what year it is now. (Squints)"

The edge of the water: "The year is 2341."

The edge of the water: "Hey, wait! If that Yongshi is the second manager mentioned in the experiment log, doesn't it mean that the experiment has been successful?!"

Fang Chang: "This possibility is very high. Rather than that serum with unknown functions, I recommend you find the manager of Vault 79."

Aoao Sesame Paste: "But, the administrator's authority in the shelter is absolute. Even if we find him... we can't do anything to him, right?"

Fang Chang: "That 'Yongshi' may not be in the shelter. Otherwise, why didn't he get the serum himself, instead of pinning his hopes on a group of outsiders full of uncertainties?"

Aoao Sesame Paste: "That's right...the manager has absolute control over the shelter. There must be a reason why he can't return to the shelter, so he needs to use the help of outsiders."

Tails: "Oh oh oh! That's it!! ∑(a°八)ot

Sisi: "e...Although I think so too, I still suggest using the trick to get the serum first."

Fang Chang: "Well, of course this is also an option, but you must be careful not to let that person take away the serum. It is the only bargaining chip in your hands."

The edge of the water: "Haha, don't worry! We have more than a hundred awakened people stationed here, and they cannot be stolen! (Baring teeth)"

Sisi: "I'm so scared of you for being such an upright person. (Squinting)

Debt-eyed: "But who is that Yong family?"

Makabazi: "From what you discussed, I feel that the residents of Xiangling Town are all suspicious. Was that radio found in the library?"

While the players were busy discussing, Jun Jun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly appeared in the comment area.

In fact, I was just thinking, is there a possibility..."

"That guy is actually not a human at all?"

The night is dark.

In a wilderness 70 kilometers away from Qingquan City, 25 heavily armed soldiers were advancing along a deserted road.

This used to be a small town, but it is now abandoned. The broken concrete roads are lined with piles of collapsed houses and construction debris.

The nearest survivor settlement here is Garbage City, with a population of several hundred thousand, but this has nothing to do with the goal of their trip today.

The abandoned research institute hidden in the town was the goal of their trip today.

Stopped.

Lao Bai glanced at the research institute in front of him from afar, compared the photos on the v screen and said jokingly.

"It's nothing like it was two centuries ago."

A wooden fence covered with blood and minced meat formed a circle outside the institute's wall. Fist-sized mutant flies flew around the tips of the wooden posts, making a buzzing sound. Rats hiding in the corners gnawed at the remains. He dropped the leftovers and looked up at the wall from time to time.

Even pillagers would not leave their lairs in such a state of squalor, surrounded by plague and putrefaction.

The creatures living here are obviously not humans, but something else...

"Mutant."

With his eyes closed tightly, Guangfeng suddenly heard three words pop out of his mouth.

The four-rotor drone he controlled through the neural access device had flown over the research institute, and the aerial footage was synchronized to the Vs of every nearby team member.

On the roof of the research institute, two mutants as strong as calves with dark green skin were standing next to the guardrail.

Next to them was a burning iron bucket, holding the leg meat of an unknown animal in their hands, while they were feasting and chatting in loud noises.

The way he drinks blood is like the green-skinned orc in the medieval Warhammer.

Everything here is exactly the same as the mutant tribe that players encountered in earlier versions.

The difference is that the mutants are still the same mutants, and the players standing here are no longer the newbies they were back then.

"Mutants, there's nothing more to say," Ye Shi loaded the sniper rifle in his hand, pushed in an anti-equipment armor-piercing incendiary bomb, and said with a smile, "Just go ahead and do it."

If it is an area where survivors gather, you have to identify the other party and determine whether to adopt a negotiation or eviction strategy.

But for mutants, these problems don't exist.

Sending these beasts to hell is what they should do.

Lao Bai looked at Kuangfeng seriously.

otNumber of people, location. "

"Two on the roof, one in the corner on the west side, two in the garage on the north side, one standing next to the oil drum, and three next to the window on the second floor. That's all you can see." The strong wind that merges consciousness with the drone, the calm Points were reported on the ground, and targets were marked on the v map with red dots.

After confirming the enemy's intelligence, Lao Zi made a clean gesture.

After receiving the order, the players following him immediately divided into three teams.

A group of people was led by Ye Shi to the high slope on the west side of the research institute, a group of people moved to the left side of the main entrance of the research institute, and the remaining people were led by him personally and rushed towards the main entrance of the research institute.

Mutants have very good eyesight, and their beastly instincts allow them to quickly detect anomalies in the darkness.

However, by the time they realized that disaster was coming, it was already too late.

"Fire!"

Following Lao Bai's order, a series of "bang bang bang" explosions came from the west side of the research institute.

Six "heavy lances" spurted out tongues of fire at the same time, and six thick traces of light shot toward the top floor of the research institute like lightning, completely tearing apart the silence of the night.

In front of the 37mm armor-piercing incendiary bombs, the mutant's strong body was like a piece of paper. It was either poked through on the spot, or the warhead was embedded in the flesh.

The hot magnesium and aluminum alloy sprayed sparks, roasting the flesh and blood into charcoal. The mutant rolling on the ground screamed, and his dark green face was twisted into a ball in pain.

Without any mercy or softness, Lao Bai led his team quickly into the research institute. The assault rifle in his hand spurted out tongues of fire, sifting through the mutants who tried to rush up and fight them.

After breaking through the first line of defense, the players waiting on the left side of the door followed them into the institute, making a roundabout way to the rear of the institute, cleaning every inch of the corner between the wall and the main building of the institute.

From time to time, gunshots like the sound of cannons were heard from the west side, using large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs to tear the mutants who were near the window and trying to fight back into pieces.

There was no suspense in the battle, and it quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

Although they have strong bodies and decent iron pipe rifles and axes, these mutants are obviously no match for these battle-hardened "veterans".

In less than 2 minutes, the elite members of the Burning Corps eliminated all mutants in the entire research institute and rescued more than a dozen prisoners who were held in the basement and had not had time to be "eaten".

These people are both male and female, the oldest is over 30 years old, and the youngest is probably only about 10 years old.

Judging from their clothing, some of them looked like merchants, while others looked like villagers from nearby settlements.

When they were first rescued, they were huddled in the corner of the room, with no light visible in their godless eyes. Although they were still alive, they were no different from dead.

It wasn't until the shackles were released that a trace of life returned to those dull eyes.

"It's okay. We have cleared out the mutants here. You are safe."

Thank you thank you! "

A survivor just got up from the ground and wanted to kneel down with a majestic face, but Lao Bai reached out to hold him back.

"No need to thank us, we are soldiers of the Alliance. If you have nowhere to go, you might as well go east to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

The people there will take you in. "

Although his Chinese couplet is not very good.

But he already knew this line by heart.

The "Alliance" survivor had a blank expression on his face, but he chewed the word repeatedly in his mouth, as if he wanted to memorize it.

"That's right," Lao Bai gave the man an encouraging smile and continued, "We are trying to build a society there that is different from other places. If you are fed up with life in the wasteland, you can go there and give it a try. "

After sending the group of survivors out, he returned to the institute.

Tomato Scrambled Egg looked at him and joked with a smile.

"Okay, the league's first ambassador."

Lao Bai said with a smile.

"You don't understand, this is called building character."

The manager always keeps an eye on each of his residents. Loyal behavior can increase the equipment explosion rate and the probability of triggering hidden tasks.

Although there is no conclusive evidence to prove this rumor, it doesn't hurt to believe it.

Many residents of the Alliance have benefited from them, and those people regard them as heroes.

The NC of this game is quite different from other open world games. Even if you don't save the world, but just do a small good deed, the NC will remember it for a long time.

Those people are really grateful.

Quitting asked curiously: "By the way, how close are you to 100,000 contribution points?"

Lao Bai: "When this task is completed, it should be almost done."

"Awesome!" Ye Shi gave a thumbs up and said with emotion, "Everyone is doing the same task, how come you guy's contribution points rise so fast."

Lao Bai smiled sheepishly.

"Maybe a little adds up to a lot."

Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "Good brother, let me touch it when you change the power armor, hehe."

"Okay, do you want me to take it off and touch it for you, or do you want me to touch it with it on?"

Quit smoking and look at Lao Bai in surprise, his expression is like discovering a new world.

"Damn it, when did you become as sexy as Ye Shi!"

"I was shot even while I was lying down," Ye Shi rolled his eyes and urged, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and do the mission."

They came all the way to skydive, not just for tourism.

The group of people split up.

A group of people went to the institute's laser emission unit and physically opened the rusty launch hatch.

Another wave of people went to the control room on the third floor of the institute.

Fortunately, the backup generator here still has remaining power, so they don't need to prepare a generator to charge the capacitor of the laser emission unit.

Lao Bai walked to the console, opened the screen, and confirmed the current task.

[Mission: Orbital Drifting Bottle] [Introduction: Our war with the Legion has reached a stalemate. Although we have successfully made them think that they are at war with the enterprise, it is difficult to say how long this blindness can last. We need support from the East Coast, and first we need to let them know that their old friend is in trouble. As the matter arises, we have to dismantle a satellite. 】【Requirement: Activate the laser emission unit of the institute, make contact with the scientific research satellite in synchronous orbit directly above, and complete the data transmission. 】The method of starting the laser emission unit has been listed below the task bar.

They just plugged the data port into the console and placed the communication balloon.

The rest can be left to the shelter NC to operate remotely.

Watching Lao Bai plug the data interface into the console, Ye Shi who stood aside asked curiously.

"Is this using satellites as drifting bottles?"

This is too luxurious.

Kuangfeng stared at the console screen for a while, and then suddenly said: "Actually, I'm more curious about how the place here uses lasers to get in touch with satellites in synchronous orbit."

This technology is a little too dark.

But comparing it with controllable nuclear fusion, it doesn’t seem unacceptable?

Lao Bai didn't think so much, he laughed and said.

Who cares, who knows what will happen more than a year later, you can't expect Brother Guang to come up with it for you in reality. "

Guangfeng's expression became a little subtle.

It’s hard to say which one is more difficult to achieve, 9999 real virtual reality games or laser communication technology spanning 36,000 kilometers.

The reading bar in the console screen is completed.

The transmitting device in the center of the research institute suddenly shot out a beam of arm-thick light.

It's hard to tell what color the light is. Its color is as erratic as its existence itself, with outlines of light red and lavender appearing and disappearing.

That beam of light passed through the clouds and penetrated into the endless deep sky.

Move to the roof of the institute.

Guangfeng looked up at the looming light in the sky and muttered.

"…If I were a member of the Legion, I would definitely shoot here."

Lao Bai smiled and said: "What are you thinking about? This place is more than 20 kilometers away from the airship. What kind of artillery shells can go so far?"

200 kilometers.

That's gotta be tactical missiles.

I heard that Goblin Technology is researching short-range missiles, but I don’t know what the progress is.

That guy from Mosquito didn't have a single reliable word in his mouth. No matter how many times he asked, he always got it right.

Although there is an element of necessity, one thing is that the technology tree of the new alliance is really crooked.

"makes sense."

Blank Wind nodded thoughtfully, staring at the beam of light, but thinking about other things.

Under the influence of Tyndall effect, the light can be seen from a long distance.

Was this also the case 200 years ago?

Or is it because the equipment is in disrepair and the output power is unstable, which leads to such obvious scattering and clutter.

But only people 200 years ago know what happened 200 years ago...

"Signal transmission completed confirms that the satellite is leaving the channel." After confirming the mission progress through v, Lao Zi reached out and pressed on the earphones.

Cut to the team member repeating the order.

Ye Shi asked curiously.

"Can we see shooting stars soon?"

"Maybe you can see it on the east coast. It's probably going to be tough here." Lao Bai smiled, reached out and picked up the rifle leaning on the side, and patted his teammate on the shoulder. "The mission is completed, we should withdraw."

I heard that the scientific expedition team retrieved a lot of interesting things from the data they recovered.

Just wait and ask around when you get back.

At the same time, on board the Heart of Steel.

General McClung, standing on the bridge, was listening to the reports from his men.

The prey that he longed for was still hiding in the urban area of ​​Ruigu City.

But thankfully, his dull men finally made some progress.

With the help of an experienced local hunter, they successfully hung two iron chains on the deathclaw.

This was certainly not enough to hurt the Death Claw, but it was enough to cause it a lot of trouble.

According to the hunter, the chains would be like spear guns stuck in the whale's body, and the beast's claws were too long to remove it by himself.

As long as enough garbage is wrapped around it to restrict its movement, it will not be able to catch prey and will be exhausted. Sooner or later, it will fall to the ground exhausted and let them slaughter it.

Through continuous offensives, he weakens his opponents who are far more powerful than himself, and finally concentrates his power on one fatal move.

This theory seems to be applicable not just for hunting, but also on the battlefield.

General McClung suddenly became curious about the indigenous hunter.

At this moment, a faint red light suddenly came through the floor-to-ceiling window directly in front of him.

General McClung's eyes narrowed as he caught the slightest abnormality in his peripheral vision.

However, when he looked carefully, it was completely dark outside the window and he couldn't see anything.

"Did you see that light?"

Hearing General McClung's voice, the adjutant standing nearby was slightly startled, with confusion written on his face.

"Light…?"

Glancing at the blank expression on the adjutant's face, General McClung withdrew his gaze.

"…nothing."

Maybe it's an illusion.

For some reason, he always had a bad feeling in his heart.

It was as if there was some conspiracy brewing somewhere beyond his sight.

(Thanks to the leaders of "Only a thousand cities are white", "The stars are diverse and changeable", "[Anonymous]", "kawabunga", and "Happy Qitian" for their rewards! Yesterday, more than 20 leaders were added. I'm flattered. The space at the end of the chapter is limited, I will try my best to code it, and thank you in the chapters tomorrow and the day after tomorrow! You guys are awesome!)

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