This Game Is Too Realistic

Two hundred years ago.

To be precise, in 2125, a war broke out on this prosperous planet.

Both sides in the war were determined to completely destroy the other side and used almost all available means.

The war lasted only three years.

But it only took three years to destroy everything on the surface.

The long nuclear winter almost extinguished the fire of civilization, and both sides succeeded in sending the other to hell and in burying themselves.

Since then, the Wasteland Era has begun, which is even more depressed than the Great Depression.

Although two centuries have passed since the doomsday war, and the nuclear winter has basically ended more than a century ago, humans have not returned to the top of the food chain.

The proliferation of nuclear weapons, biological weapons, and even genetic weapons has caused the entire planet's ecosystem to evolve in extreme directions.

And those mutants called "alien species" are also the main threat faced by the survivors struggling in the ruins.

For example, the wolfdog with two heads that Chu Guang met when he first came to this world was one of them.

But even if they are alien species, they still have strengths and weaknesses.

"Deformities" caused by gamma rays like two-headed hyenas usually have low combat effectiveness. With a few lucky exceptions, their combat effectiveness is not even as good as before the mutation.

In contrast, gnawers, crawlers, and other alien species created by biological weapons and mutated to the point where their ancestors cannot be traced are the monsters that are truly born for killing.

Their nervous systems have been eroded by mutant fungi, and they usually hide in dark facilities such as ruins, sewers, or subways during the day, and only go out on the streets to look for food when night falls.

The situation in the suburbs will be much better than in the city.

Especially the outer suburbs.

In the past five months, the most dangerous alien species Chu Guang encountered was just a mutated brown bear. Although that guy is powerful, his reactions are relatively slow.

Before being discovered by it, Chu Guang carefully avoided it.

The dim light of the morning light passed through the damaged concrete wall, and together with the shadow of the scrap steel, fell on the street full of car wrecks and rubble.

The time now is eight o'clock in the morning.

There is about a twelve-hour time difference between the time here and the East Eighth Time Zone in the real world.

Looking at the two mutated hyenas wandering on the street, Chu Guang clenched the pointed water pipe in his hand and carefully walked around behind the ruins.

Although he was confident that he could kill them both, there was no need to add complications.

Moreover, these beasts are very smart and even know how to use their own kind as bait. No one knows how many more are hidden in the shadows of the nearby ruins.

Follow the paths through run-down neighborhoods.

When he saw the sign of Beit Street Children's Park, Chu Guang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ahead is "Bate Street" - a relatively large survivor settlement in the nearby area, with more than a hundred survivors living in it.

Before the war, it had been a children's playground with lots of rides and a wide lawn.

After the war, this place was designated as a temporary refuge by the army and accommodated a large number of citizens who fled from Qingquan City.

It is unknown what happened to those refugees, but today, more than two hundred years later, this place has developed into a "small town".

People used discarded plastic boards, awnings, wood and metal supports to build simple shacks on the bare muddy ground.

It's very much like the one in "The Age of Tricksters".

The fence of the amusement park is a natural barrier. After rough repairs, it was tied with iron wire and wooden boards with nails.

In the center of the amusement park is a five-story classical castle, which feels like a fairy tale. But the paint on the surface has long since fallen off, and most of the wall on the side facing the city center has collapsed, leaving only the north half and a crumbling tower.

Even if it is a fairy tale, it is definitely a dark fairy tale.

But even if the building is in such a state of ruin, it is still the "most luxurious" building on Beit Street.

At the same time, it is also the home of the mayor.

Although he has lived here for five months, Chu Guang has never met the mayor. That adult is very mysterious and rarely appears in public.

"Hey, you're back so early."

Seeing Chu Guang coming from the corner of the street, Old Walter, who was hanging a dry cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and a trace of turbid white smoke came out of his nostrils.

In his hand was a double-barreled shotgun.

Although it looks a bit old, no one would doubt its power.

Chu Guang once saw with his own eyes that the old man only fired two shots and brought down a mutated brown bear that rushed towards the gate of Beit Street.

Since then, he has been eager to have one.

"Stayed outside all night."

"Outside?"

The old man glanced at the pointed water pipe carried on Chu Guang's back and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

No one knows better than him how dangerous the night is.

Every time he worked the night shift, he would not dare to move his index finger away from the trigger. Any slightest movement would make his whole body nervous.

Although the alien species in the outer suburbs are not as dangerous as those in the city, there are too many predators eyeing this place.

If it falls into their hands, the fate will not be much better than death at the hands of alien species.

Old Walter didn't quite believe that this guy managed to spend a night safely in the wasteland with only a steel pipe.

"There was an accident."

Chu Guang did not explain, but gave Old Walter a tired look to let him understand for himself, and then walked straight through the gate of the settlement.

There is only one scrap recycling depot on Beit Street, which is easy to find, next to the main entrance of the settlement.

Under the rolling shutter door is an old-fashioned electronic scale that can never move accurately, and next to it stands a memorial sign that says "Fair prices, fair prices and honest service".

This store is the property of the mayor, and it is also the only place on Beit Street where scrap parts and mutated mole skins are purchased.

The dictator even imperiously enacted a law in order to monopolize the trash-picking business.

That is, no one is allowed to sell captured prey and garbage collected to caravans passing through this place privately.

The reason is to ensure that the goods on Beit Street can be sold at reasonable prices, rather than being shamelessly squeezed on price by "sly businessmen".

The reason why such arrogant and unreasonable rules can be passed is partly related to the fact that the survivors here are very ignorant.

And ordinary caravans would not take the risk of offending the dictator to buy the meager supplies from scavengers.

They only do big deals.

And only do business with people you trust.

"Sell? Or buy?"

The shop owner is a fifty-year-old man named Charlie. It is said that he used to be a resident of a shelter in another province. He was later captured as a slave until the mayor bought him from a slave owner and made him a slave. The job of dealing with the scavengers was left to him.

Most of the residents here are native "wastelanders" without any education. They are very bad at mathematics, and they are so bad that they may make mistakes in addition and subtraction within a hundred.

But Charlie is different.

He came out of a shelter.

Although no shelter in this wasteland is exactly the same, there is one thing that is similar.

The people who could live there were all the elites of pre-war society. Their children not only inherited smart minds from their parents, but also received a good education from the Enlightenment Era.

If the world hadn't been so bad, he would probably have become an engineer, a doctor, or a scholar like his fathers.

Instead of keeping accounts here.

"Sell."

Without any nonsense, Chu Guang took out 6 used batteries and 5 tubes of adhesive from his backpack and threw them on the tray of the electronic scale.

This was what he found in the wreckage of nearby buildings before discovering Vault 404.

Old Charlie picked up the used battery on the table, casually checked the model and whether it was damaged due to inflation, and then threw it on the scale beside it.

This thing must be scrapped without thinking about it, but it is still possible to recycle the materials inside.

"The quality is just okay. All the garbage in this area should have been cleaned up. Where did you get the good stuff?"

Can this be called a good thing?

"lucky."

"Haha, I just asked casually. Well, the battery is good, but the quality of the adhesive is mediocre. The seal has been removed and the situation inside is probably a mess. I can only give you a 50% discount...all in total, 3 points Chips.”

Chu Guang did not bargain with him and took three white chips from his hand.

This kind of plastic coin with a metallic texture is the "currency" issued by Boulder City, the largest survivor settlement in Qingquan City, and can be exchanged for food and supplies in most survivor settlements in Qingquan City.

The face value is printed on the front of the chips, and there are special anti-counterfeiting codes and printing on the back, which will show a special luster when exposed to sunlight.

This kind of chip has many advantages such as heat resistance, easy storage, and high recognition. The most critical point is that post-war technology is basically impossible to imitate.

Small and medium-sized survivor settlements like Beit Street, which have a small population and no industrial capabilities, mainly do business with the caravans of Boulder City, exchanging agricultural products, prey and collected garbage for necessary living supplies and even weapons.

Naturally, this currency began to circulate in Beit Street.

Of course, it doesn't work all the time. If the caravan doesn't come any month, prices in the entire settlement will be disrupted.

The mayor also tried to introduce Beit Street's own currency-a kind of accounting-type ticket, but no one recognized it.

Even the survivors of Beit Street knew that that kind of paper would get in the way of wiping one's buttocks and was no different from waste paper.

"Want to buy something? A batch of new goods from Boulder City just arrived in the store."

Chu Guang, who was about to leave, stopped and turned around to ask.

"Got a gun?"

"That's not true. You wouldn't be able to afford it."

Old Charlie grinned and looked at Chu Guang who turned to leave and continued.

"But there is some food and fuel. If I were you, I would buy more before the price goes up."

Guns, even the cheapest ones, were hard to come by in a place like Beit Street.

Because even if there are occasional caravans selling arms passing by here, those weapons usually go into the mayor's own warehouse and are not placed on the shelves here for anyone to choose from.

Besides, as old Charlie said, even if there was such a thing, it would be impossible for scavengers like them to afford it.

Chu Guang knew exactly why he said that.

As a well-educated shelter resident, Charlie must not fail to see that all survivors living on Beit Street, whether they are scavengers or hunters, have had their remaining value completely exploited by the mayor and his family. .

Even if the mayor never reached out personally and took even one chip directly from their pockets.

“Food and fuel prices are going to go up?”

Looking at Chu Guang with surprise written on his face, Charlie smiled lightly and said.

"Have you not noticed that the temperature has been cooling down recently, but the alien species outside have become active."

Chu Guang frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and spoke.

"Winter is coming?"

"I remember that you only came here five months ago. You may not have experienced it. In previous years, the temperature will start to slowly cool down around this time. This year... winter will probably come earlier, and it might start to rain in October. Snow."

Speaking of this, Charlie paused for a moment and said meaningfully.

"Winter is coming."

"Whether it's human or alien, we have to prepare in advance."

When he first came to Beit Street, Chu Guang was wearing a blue coat. Charlie subconsciously regarded him as a person from the shelter, so he took good care of him.

Although this kind of care was never reflected in the transaction price, the old man did help Chu Guang in terms of experience.

Otherwise, he would not have adapted to life in the wasteland so quickly.

Chu Guang nodded seriously.

"I understand, thank you."

"You're welcome," Charlie smiled lightly, "Don't die."

It was already early September. If it was going to snow in October, Chu Guang would only have more than a month to prepare.

For the survivors living in this area, snow is definitely not something to be happy about. This means that in addition to food, there is also a fuel expense.

The vast majority of people here make a living by picking up garbage and hunting. The nearby farms only need people during busy farming periods.

In winter, the difficulty of picking up garbage will increase exponentially. No one can predict whether the parts buried in the snow can be recycled or the fangs of mutated rats.

Animals that can provide meat, such as wild deer and rabbits, will also reduce their activity time, or even simply hide in their dens for the winter.

The most terrible thing is that once winter comes, the caravans will not come here. Even if you pick up good things, you can only pile them up at home and wait until next spring to sell them.

Alternatively, venture to Boulder, ten kilometers away.

It was the largest settlement of survivors in this area of ​​Qingquan City, and the market there would not be closed even in winter.

However, its location is on the edge of the Third Ring Road in Qingquan City, close to Beicheng District of Qingquan City, and there are countless dangers hidden along the way.

Most people want to walk across it on two legs, and this is in winter when the lowest temperature can reach minus ten degrees, which is tantamount to suicide!

…

After leaving the recycling bin, Chu Guang first went back to his residence.

In fact, it is not so much a residence as a shack that can barely keep out the rain. It doesn't even have a decent window or door.

Until yesterday, he was still thinking about saving some materials such as cement and PVC boards to seal the leaky wall before winter came.

But now it seems that this is no longer necessary.

Pulling out a rusty aluminum box from the moldy sleeping bag, Chu Guang struggled to open it and dumped the plastic coins hidden inside onto the lame wooden table.

There are a total of 47 white chips with a face value of 1 point.

Counting the 3 he owns, the total adds up to exactly 50 points!

He had saved this money bit by bit through frugality, so that one day he could leave this hellish place and move to Boulder City with better conditions.

But now...

He already has new plans for this "property".

If you can stand on your own, why should you rely on others?

"The ruins of the sanatorium above the shelter can be used, as well as the walls around the building, which are all concrete structures... If there are players who can use them, collect some materials nearby, and the repairs should not be too difficult."

"There is a wetland park near the sanatorium. It is not convenient to collect metal scraps, but the surrounding vegetation is still lush. There should be no shortage of heating fuel. In addition, the wood can be used as a material for repairing buildings and making furniture... Ax! Yes, you still have to buy four axes.”

Fight monsters and level up?

nonexistent!

It has been said that it is a 100% real hardcore game. Since it is a hardcore game, it is natural to start from the most basic work!

"Tools like shovels and saws are indispensable!" Chu Guang had already figured out how to arrange for the players before they logged in.

Of course, in addition to the tools for work, there is also the most critical ration.

Once the culture chamber is activated, it will immediately consume the active substances pre-stored in the culture chamber to synthesize clones for players to use.

And these clones need to eat!

Although when the player is not online, the clone can lie in the culture chamber and sleep at a lower metabolic level, but it is impossible to lie down all the time.

People need to eat when they are alive. This is an eternal truth!

"At least enough food must be stored for five adults to consume for a week... If calculated as two meals a day, one wheat cake for each meal would be 70."

Wheat cake is the most common food on Beit Street, and you can exchange it for one with 1 point of chips.

This thing is usually about the size of a palm. It may be mixed with bark or other fibers. It tastes very hard and rough when you bite it, like soil mixed with sand, but it can fill your stomach and add a little salt. .

Throw it in a pot and cook it to make a paste.

70 pieces of cake, if you buy it, you will get 70 chips. Even if you bargain, 60 chips are still indispensable. As a result, my budget will not be enough.

Chu Guang's brows wrinkled, but they relaxed quickly.

He was the one who made the problem complicated just now.

In fact, there is no need to let those players eat too well.

If you replace the wheat cakes with the raw material for making wheat cakes - that is, green wheat produced by a nearby farm, you only need 3 chips to buy a full kilogram!

Stock up on 5 kilograms, enough for a few days!

If that doesn't work, you can follow the example of the survivors on Beit Street and add bark or plant roots into it.

As for the rest, we’ll figure it out later.

"Let's prepare these things for now..."

Sweeping the allocated chips into his backpack, Chu Guang put the backpack on his back again.

Although he hadn't slept all night, he was very excited now, as if he had found the meaning of life again, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

When he opened the door and came outside, he saw the neighbor's little girl standing at the door of the shack next door, looking at him curiously.

Chu Guang recognized her name, Yu Xiaoyu, the youngest daughter of the Yu family.

Most of the survivors in the wasteland have sallow faces and thin skin, and the Yu family's youngest daughter is no exception. Her small arms and legs like reed sticks make it difficult to imagine that she is already of an age to get married.

Seeing that Chu Guang noticed her, she was not shy and walked out of the house.

"I heard something going on at your house, so I came to take a look."

Every day at dawn, the men on Beit Street would go out to scavenge or hunt, while the old, weak, women and children usually stayed at home to look after the house or do some profitable work.

Although everyone is poor, has no food to eat, cannot save money, and has nothing to steal at home, no one wants to have someone come to their home to take advantage when they go out.

This man named Chu Guang comes from outside. He usually leaves early and comes home late, and rarely interacts with the neighbors in the settlement.

She didn't know much about him, except that he didn't look like he could endure hardship.

At first, everyone was wary of him, and her mother also asked her to keep an eye on this stranger from outside.

However, Xiaoyu didn't think he was a bad person because he once made soup at the door and gave her a bowl.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, I can help you look after your house while you're out." She blinked and added happily, "You're free anyway."

poor child.

If she were in that world, she would still be studying at her current age.

Not wanting to offend anyone, Chu Guang hid a trace of pity in his eyes, expressionlessly took out a lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into the little girl's hand.

"Take it and eat it."

"Don't tell anyone I gave it."

"Otherwise it will be gone in the future."

Never seen such food before.

Yu Xiaoyu first took a bite of the wrapping paper, but found that he couldn't bite it open, and then realized that the outer packaging had to be torn open.

Her big dark eyes stared at the red fruit ball stuck on the plastic stick. She carefully stuck out her tongue and took a lick.

This, what does this smell like? !

So sweet!

With little stars twinkling in her eyes, she raised her head happily and wanted to say thank you.

However, the person who gave her candy was gone.