This Game Is Too Realistic

"Brother, the number of views has exceeded one million!!!"

The real world, a certain flat on the bank of Jiangcheng.

Ye Jiu was wearing a cool little T-shirt, her legs were raised high, and she was lying in a reverse posture, leaning on the soft sofa in the living room.

She was holding the latest ultra-long battery life tablet in her hands, her face was full of excitement, and she would let out a cry of joy from time to time.

It was completely invisible from his lively appearance. Just a dozen hours ago, this guy had just died.

About five hours ago, her brother edited the battle video into a 5-minute video clip and uploaded it to the forum.

This is not only his perspective, but also includes footage provided by other players in the group.

The smoke falling from the sky, the rain of fire flying all over the sky, and the clouds in the entire sky seemed to be burning. Especially the first-person perspective of facing the hail of bullets, with thick and long tracers traveling freely, just looking at it makes your blood rush and your heart beat wildly.

Especially after landing, the surprise attack that blew up the forward gondola cabin and the close-range "street fighting" that broke out inside the airship made her blood boil with excitement.

Isn’t this more burning than Boruto? !

This five-minute video has completely turned into a "recruitment" advertisement for the Burning Corps. The comments below the video are flooding the screen with "Big boss asking for guidance" and "Kneeling down to beg for sealing and testing qualifications."

If it hadn't been for a short time to enter the game, the game was slow to upgrade, and the threshold for the Burning Corps was relatively high, she would have wanted to sign up to join the group!

"Brother! If this were at Station B, you would already be a big hit!"

Ye Wei, who had just returned from taking out the takeout, changed into slippers at the entrance. Hearing Jiujiu's yelling, he replied casually.

“There is a risk of censorship if you post it elsewhere, so just post it in the forum.”

Sharing the joy of the game with the netizens on the forum is a daily routine for beta testers. As for fame outside of games, Ye Shi is not very interested.

And in the words of elder brother Fang, it is better to keep a low profile. If you get out of the circle, you will inevitably get into all kinds of troubles.

What's more, this video is not suitable for dissemination. Even if it is filtered, it is still an R-rated video and will not pass the censorship on other platforms.

Moreover, domestic coverage of "Wasteland OL" seems to be restricted. Although discussions and exchanges in the group are basically not affected, relevant news is almost unavailable on streaming media platforms such as scarves and short videos, and official reports are not available at all. can not see.

A trace of disappointment appeared on Ye Jiu's face.

"Hey, that's such a pity..."

"What's such a pity? Can the amount of views increase the attack power?" Ye Wei chuckled and put the takeout he just picked up on the table, "It's almost six o'clock and I'm going online. I'll leave the keys and change at the door. There is a shoe cabinet. If you want to go out for a walk, be sure to lock the door when you come back. If you want to buy snacks, buy mine too."

"It's too hot, don't go!"

As he spoke, Ye Jiu suddenly rolled his eyes, climbed up from the sofa, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and said with a thief smile.

"Say something, bro."

Ye Wei looked at this guy helplessly.

"What happened again?"

Ye Jiu blinked and said.

"When you put on a helmet, you can't feel what's happening outside at all, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case. The movement that can wake you up from your dream can basically get you out of the game, but it's very fast." Ye Wei glanced at her, saw the thief smile, and said warily, "Let me tell you first, I lock the door every time I play games."

"Damn it! What about the trust between people!" Ye Jiu shouted dissatisfied.

"hehe!"

joke.

They were all born to the same mother. How could he not guess the little tricks?

Ye Wei chuckled, and of course he would not say that he had had the idea of ​​drawing a bastard on her forehead before.

Turning back to the room, he closed the door and deliberately made the sound of turning the keyhole louder.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Ye Jiu rolled her eyes, lay down listlessly on the sofa, hugged the tablet and continued to eat.

Time passed by, and the sky outside the window became darker and darker.

Seeing that the number of beta testers in the forum had gradually decreased by half, Ye Jiu suddenly felt anxious. She felt uncomfortable no matter how she sat.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, she reached out to pick up the helmet and put it on, but what she saw was not a new world of lush trees, but only a darkness without light.

In the middle of the pitch black, a line of light blue countdown appeared.

[Remaining resurrection time: 57 hours, 23 minutes and 11 seconds. 】

Ye Jiu's fist couldn't help but harden.

hateful!

He has been dead for a long time, but there are still 57 hours left. Why does time pass so slowly!

Is this the withdrawal reaction that Boss Crow is talking about? !

Hot chicken game!

It’s too embarrassing that the resurrection takes so long!

Jiujiu, who couldn't rest, felt depressed for a while, staring straight at the darkness.

Suddenly, a strange thought came to her mind.

By the way, will the same happen after death?

In a dark little room, waiting for the countdown to resurrection...

She took off her helmet and felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner. She stared at the helmet in her hand and pondered for a long time, and finally shook her head in resignation.

This question is too profound.

And it seems a little too early for her who just graduated...

…

Wasteland world.

The morning sun rises from where the sea and the sky meet, and the ideal city located on the east coast finally welcomes the first ray of morning light in this wasteland.

At the same time, a video that seemed familiar to the video widely circulated on the "Wasteland OL" forum also appeared in the streets of Ideal City.

A cafe decorated in a cyberpunk style.

Several men in formal suits sat in front of a holographic projection device, looking at the images projected in the light blue cube, exclaiming in amazement from time to time.

"hiss……"

"...Nearly three thousand people died in one battle, which is too tragic."

"Are those people in black robes from the Legion?"

"Is that still a human being? He's just like a beast..."

"Heart of Steel, I remember it seemed to be modified from a frigate from the People's Alliance era?"

"That's right, and it's a clumsy modification..."

"The Heart of Steel actually appeared east of the Great Desert. What do the big noses on the west coast want to do?"

"What's even more incredible is that those wastelanders actually knocked this thing down!"

Compared with the video produced by Ye Shi, the version edited by Xiao Qi focuses more on the overall situation of the battlefield and runs through the entire battle.

Because it is used as a documentary rather than a game to promote CG, while showing the heroic fighting of the alliance's regiments, it also particularly highlights the brutality of the regiments and the casualties of the alliance's regiments.

And the victory is hard-won!

A battlefield of tens of thousands of people.

There are more than a thousand action recorders alone, and the Hummingbird drone is on standby throughout the entire process, so there is not much material available for editing.

And considering that the people of the wasteland are highly receptive to bloody scenes, only simple filters were added to the video, and there was no coding.

It is precisely because of this that the shock felt by the residents of Ideal City, and the bloodshed and cruelty that hit their faces, not only far exceeded the cloud players on the forum, but even exceeded many closed beta players who participated in the entire battle... …

As the settlement of survivors closest to the pre-war era in the wasteland, the level of informatization of the residents of Ideal City is the closest to the pre-war era in the entire wasteland.

A series of smart wearable devices such as clothes, glasses, and bracelets used by local residents, and even bionic chips implanted in the cerebral cortex, can be used as media to receive information and connect to the local network called "Endpoint Cloud."

It was a micro local area network, mainly serving the residents of Ideal City.

On the interconnected endpoint cloud, any news with "hot-selling elements" can quickly spread to every corner of the city with the addition of algorithms.

In just one morning rush hour, the battle between the Alliance and the Legion in Ruigu City has become the hottest topic in Ideal City.

The video was provided by a friendly partner of the company and was said to have been uploaded privately by a liaison officer.

However, other versions of rumors are also circulating in the market, saying that it was deliberately released by a senior executive of the company in order to pave the way for the company to interfere in the situation in central China.

No matter what kind of rumor it is, it doesn't matter anymore.

Now there is a lot of anger on "Endpoint Cloud".

Although the residents of Ideal City hate war, no one objects to spending some money to show those greedy wolves a little color.

In a place like an enterprise, although employees' support or lack thereof will not affect the decision-making of major shareholders, publicity and mobilization are still necessary.

If an independent individual is compared to a gear on a huge machine, then propaganda and mobilization are its lubricants.

Although the machine can still operate without that thing, the cost of operation will be doubled due to strain and energy consumption.

People need to know where the bullets they produce are going to be sent, and who is wearing the clothes and bandages they are knitting.

In a just war, even workers on the assembly line will drive screws faster.

Kangmao Group Building, an office with light luxury and simple style.

Kang Le, who was sitting at his desk, was playing with the wine glass he got from his old friend Luo Yong while listening to his secretary's report.

“… Endpoint will vote for our Proposition 771, but in exchange they require us to take on more obligations in aid.”

"How much exactly?"

"At least 30%."

Hearing the secretary's answer, Kang Le smiled lightly.

"Haha, I have a big appetite."

The secretary standing in front of his desk is not a human, but an android produced by Kangle Group. Its name is Galaxy, its model is c-100, and its application scenarios are office assistants and health consultants.

Although the entire Ideal City was discussing the war situation on the Western Front, Kang Le did not care about how the Wastelanders and the Legion fought bloody battles on the front line, nor did he care about the life and death of the crew on the Pioneer.

That is what the Silver Wings Group needs to worry about. They are the ones who caused the mess, and they are the ones who should be worried.

In contrast, he is more concerned about Proposition 771, which Kangmao Group is promoting - "Allowing bionic people to participate in public affairs."

At present, Ideal City's public utilities and construction and development businesses fall within the business scope of Ideal Group. Digital services for municipal systems are provided by Endpoint Group, which is engaged in intelligent equipment manufacturing and cloud services.

If bionic people are allowed to participate in public affairs, it means that Kangmao Group, which is engaged in medical devices and bionics engineering, can take a share of the business that originally belonged to Ideal Group and Endpoint Group.

Naturally, the shareholders of Endpoint Group and Ideal Group would not agree with this kind of thing, especially the latter's strong opposition.

So much so that its shareholders even shouted at the board of directors meeting, "If androids are allowed to participate in public affairs today, will they have to give citizenship to androids tomorrow?" This is an unreasonable fallacy.

The progress of Proposition 771 has not been smooth. Except for Kangmao Group's support, most of the other four companies have reserved their opinions.

Recently, however, the situation has taken a turn for the better.

The Silver Wing Group's exploration plan encountered setbacks, forcing the company to be involved in a direct conflict with the Legion. Therefore, it had to make concessions on non-core interests in exchange for Kangmao Group's support in the reinforcement proposal.

Coupled with the favor sold to the arms dealer Changge Group, Kangmao Group has obtained at least three votes. Proposition 771, which was originally almost impossible to pass, is now no longer in suspense.

Seeing that the opposition has lost its meaning, the Endpoint Group is now raising the issue of Proposition 771. On the one hand, it is probably to sell a favor, and on the other hand, it is probably to reduce the money.

Standing in front of the desk, Yinghe said in a gentle voice.

"...Actually, we don't need to pay attention to them. We already have more than half of the votes in our hands, and there is no suspense about the passage of Proposition 771."

Kang Le smiled faintly.

"Having said that, isn't an overwhelming victory of 4:1 more satisfying than a narrow defeat of 3:2?"

His pupils flickered slightly, he analyzed and calculated the Milky Way for a few seconds, and then he spoke.

"If we get 4 votes, I think Ideal Group will abstain, and the final result will not be 4:1, but 4:0."

Hearing this, Kang Le laughed out loud.

Leaning back in the chair, he said with a contented expression.

"Interesting, when you say that, I look forward to the frustrated expressions on those old antiques' faces more and more."

Galaxy looked at the boss slightly confused.

"But what's the point of doing this?"

"The point is, it shows our unity."

The corners of his mouth turned up, Kang Le sat up from the chair and continued speaking energetically.

"In addition, regarding the requirements of the Endpoint Group, I don't think it is a bad thing. On the contrary, it will be an opportunity for us...an opportunity to show our technical strength."

Looking at the expression on his face, there was a hint of surprise in Yinhe's eyes.

"Are you planning to send androids into the war?"

"why not?"

Picking up the wine bottle on the desk, the man filled the empty wine glass with red wine.

Gently shaking the blood-like wine, he looked at himself reflected on the wall of the cup, with a faint smile on his lips.

"It is too barbaric to allow living people to participate in war. This is not the way civilized people should do it... We should have done this a long time ago."

Yinghe thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Correct judgment, according to the calculation results, this can reduce casualties by more than 74%, and it is also the option with the highest winning rate... So, how many pieces of equipment do you plan to invest? I will calculate the estimated cost for you based on the calculation results."

"The specific assistance plan is still under discussion, but we have made a commitment to our allies that we will send the first wave of advance teams within 5 days, including the first batch of reinforcements and aid supplies. The subsequent assistance will be within a month Arrivals are coming one after another.”

After a pause, Kang Le narrowed his eyes and continued in a leisurely voice.

"To the west is Vault 0, and to the north is the Great Rift Valley... The chairman of Changge Group is right. We should increase our influence in the southern part of the valley province, but they plan to eat this cake alone. Some are too greedy.”

Yinghe nodded in understanding and suggested softly.

"Based on your needs, in addition to the mass-produced bionic man, I recommend sending Frost. The A-130 model is our latest war-purpose bionic man. The information processing chip it carries is compatible with many types of weapons."

Turning the chair to face it, Kang Le said in a casual tone.

"Can."

…

Compared with the extremely wealthy Ideal City, the living standards of the residents of Boulder City are undoubtedly much shabby. Naturally, it is impossible to use those high-end smart wearable devices, and there are no operators to provide network services.

However, although the medium for disseminating information has changed from holographic screens to paper, it does not affect people's ability to feel the indomitable bravery from the words.

And got almost the same shock and emotion from it.

Thanks to Hal for his writing, and to the Alliance for its support of journalism.

With the follow-up reports of the "Daily Survivor", the deeds of the alliance's regiments also spread throughout the streets, and those heroic names have become heroes that people often talk about.

Especially that leap nearly a thousand meters in the air.

Stories about the Burning Legion can be heard in taverns almost every day.

"It's really tragic..."

"I wouldn't take such a dangerous job, no matter how much money I'm paid!"

"There is no way, someone has to sacrifice. The firepower of the Heart of Steel is too fierce! I heard people say that more than half of the Burning Corps were killed or injured before they fell. If it hadn't been for a plane that suddenly hit and crashed the engine of the airship. , I’m afraid all the people will be exhausted before it even hits the ground.”

"That pilot's name...have you heard it?"

"I know, I've read the newspaper! It seems to be called... Xiaochuan?"

"There is a picture of him in the newspaper. He seems to be a refined and easy-going man."

"Why……"

Although the war has ended for two days, the intensity of discussion has not diminished at all.

In a roadside tavern, several shirtless men sat around the table, drinking wine and lamenting the horror of the battle on the front line.

Thanks to those heroes.

They can sit here and drink watered beer leisurely after a day's work without having to look at the steel fortress floating in the sky and worry about tomorrow.

However--

Not everyone is enjoying the sunshine after the dark clouds clear.

From the heated atmosphere, Dolly only felt suffocated.

Every word that comes out of people's mouths, whether it's in an understatement or a hoarse tone, is like salt sprinkled on her wounds.

Like a burning iron.

Sitting in the corner of the tavern, she took a deep breath, left the chips and the completely untouched glass on the table, and hurriedly fled under the confused eyes of the boss.

The next day.

The "Daily Survivor" newspaper office is as busy as ever today.

The editors who were busy writing and typesetting could not wait to bury their heads in the mountains of paper.

Because they have first-hand information from the front line, all sub-magazines under the newspaper are almost sold out like the main magazine.

Although newspapers are being printed every day, they still cannot satisfy people's appetite.

Now it’s not just residents of the outer cities.

Even the nobles in the inner city were eyeing their newspapers, and even sent servants to the door of the newspaper office, just to know what was happening on the front line one second before others.

And what is the situation of the Heart of Steel now.

Hal also wanted to know what the Alliance planned to do with the Heart of Steel seized from the Legion, but the news sent to him from the Alliance office in Boulder City did not mention a word about the status of the Heart of Steel. .

He didn't even know if the airship could still move.

Thinking that this should be an internal secret of the alliance, Hal was too embarrassed to ask more questions.

In addition, he has been inquiring about Fang Chang in the past two days, and even asked Shuyu, the person in charge of the alliance's office in Boulder City.

Unfortunately, there was no news from Shuyu. He only said that if there was any news, he would be informed as soon as possible.

Just when Hal was worrying, a letter suddenly floated on his desk.

After looking at a few lines of words on the envelope, his expression was slightly startled, and he looked up at Dolly, who was standing in front of the desk.

This is probably the first resignation letter he has received since taking office.

And he is also a "star reporter" from a newspaper.

"You want to resign?"

Dolly nodded slowly and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I plan to go to... Dawn City."

Hal knew why, but he still tried to persuade him.

"I'm getting information for you...can't you wait patiently for a while?"

Dolly didn't speak, but everything she wanted to say was written on her face.

Seeing that she had no intention of changing her mind, Hal sighed, put the resignation letter into the drawer, and said softly.

"I will keep this letter for you...I will make a decision when you come back. If you need travel expenses, I can advance your salary for next month in advance——"

"Need not."

Dolly shook her head slightly. Under her swaying short emerald hair, a trace of tears could be seen hanging in the corner of her right eye.

Although it's not very obvious, it makes people feel distressed.

The newspaper office was so quiet that even the sound of turning pages could not be heard.

The editors here all know the young man from the shelter. He is a very smart young man. His optimism and positivity have infected many people, and he is always willing to help others.

They never thought that one day he would become part of the newspaper's news material.

Only one of the five hundred people survived...

The probability is really slim.

Watching the petite figure disappear from the door, Hal had a touch of sadness written on his face, sighed, and took out the liquor in the drawer.

Although it was not the time to drink during the day, he still unscrewed the bottle cap,

Hal muttered softly.

"War... this damn war."

He wanted to write poetry again.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Every time there is a climax, the text will be stuck... I will write about the triumph tomorrow, and I will lay the groundwork today. Sorry for the long wait.