This Game Is Too Realistic

The dead players were all sent to the morgue, and the Active Matter Extractor began to work. With so many corpses piled up, it was estimated that it would be busy until tomorrow morning.

At present, the Active Matter reserve at the outpost was enough. The casualties of a dozen people were a little more, but it was not too bad.

Amongst the remaining 6 people who were seriously injured, if they could recover quickly, they would go back to the nurturing cabin to recover from their injuries obediently.

As for those who lacked arms and legs, or who could not get out of bed for ten days or a half months, it would be much better to be sent to the morgue for active matter extraction.

Anyway, the VM had been recovered, and the equipment had also been saved. There was not only no death penalty for dying in the battle to defend the outpost, but there was also a small reward.

Although the rewards of those few silver coins were far less than what they would earn in the game normally, it was still better than nothing.

In the end, Chu Guang found that out of the 6 seriously injured players, 4 actually finished themselves off.

They didn’t hesitate at all!

Drumhead Washing Machine gasped, "Wait a minute! Can you let me try to jump off the building? I haven’t tried it yet!"

"Uh, fine then, I’ll go lie down in the extractor..."

Anyway, there was a pain limit, so there was no difference between lying in the extractor alive or lying in the extractor dead.

According to the old brothers’ description on the forum, when they lay in the iron coffin, they would feel a little hot at first, and then before they started to sweat, they would lose their connection. It was almost the same as lying in the nurturing cabin.

Chu Guang was not interested in watching the players discuss how to die. What made him worried was that those mutant humans actually knew tactics.

If it weren’t for him decisively ordering the assault and personally removing the high-threat targets, the casualties of these players would have doubled.

At the very least, the players who had been trapped by mutant humans definitely would not survive.

In any case, both sides had no room for negotiation.

As long as humans and mutant humans met each other, it would be an endless battle, and it would definitely end with the complete demise of one side.

Chu Guang had instructed Little Seven to set up several more cruise nodes on the drone’s cruise route, setting 76th Street as a key investigation area. He wanted the drone to patrol the area every 30 minutes and take some photos once in a while to see if there were any new movements.

However, these mutant humans were very cunning, and under the cover of vegetation, ruins, and buildings, it was difficult to photograph them by high-altitude drones.

After the two consecutive battles, the mutant humans on 76th Street were obviously much more cautious, narrowing down their defense line to the vicinity of their camp.

Honestly, that didn’t seem like something a mutant human could do.

Chu Guang found it a little strange before. He had fought back and forth with the marauders a few times, but the mutant human tribe on 76th Street didn’t seem to see it. They stayed at their camp and didn’t go out at all.

Even now, it was still the same.

Even if the exchange of fire between the two sides had entered the most intense stage, these mutant humans still mainly focused on defense, not taking the initiative to attack. Even until now, they still have not stepped into the forest.

Even if they were being cautious, it still didn’t make any sense.

Thinking of the inexplicably fresh corpses at the gate of their camp, Chu Guang always felt that this mutant human camp seemed to be guarding some great secrets.

Do they have a shelter under their feet?

Although he was full of doubts, Chu Guang didn’t dare to fly the drone too close.

These puzzling questions could only be further explored after the mutant human’s tribe was captured.

...

The real world.

Shanghai, 8:00 o’clock in the evening.

There were cars coming and going on the roads, the streets were bustling with people, and the high-rise buildings were illuminated by colorful neon lights. It was a wonderful scene of prosperity.

After taking off his helmet, Ample Time couldn’t stay idle at home, and was not interested in playing other games, so he simply went downstairs for a walk, hoping to enjoy some cool evening breeze by the river along the way.

After walking along the street for a while, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Ample Time took it out and took a look, the message was actually sent by Old White.

Old White: Dude, the first floor of the Greenhouse Ruins has been cleared!

Ample Time was dazed for a moment, then replied: It happened so quickly?

Old White: Thanks to the previous raid team, there weren’t many moths left. By the way, I gave the reward of 200 silver coins to Brother Mole and his teammates. Also, Night Ten and I will take the exploration right of the 2nd floor and 1st basement floor first. This time, the priority given by the administrator is 7 days, so there is still plenty of time. We plan to wait for you to be online tomorrow before proceeding to the next floor.

Ample Time: No problem, but why are you offline too?

Old White: Haha, so I can share the joy with my good brother too. I’m worried you’ll be alone in IRL. (Baring teeth)

Ample Time: I almost believed it!

Old White: Hahaha. Okay, enough messing around. Earlier, the administrator called me over and told me that he wanted to recruit a group of people from the brick factory. I’m going online now to report to him.

Ample Time rolled his eyes.

After knowing the guy for so many years, he could even make up the smug look on Old White’s face.

Ample Time: Okay. By the way, the exploration right of the second floor can be sold to Escaping Mole. Anyway, it is pointless to hoard it. We don’t have enough time and people to clear both floors simultaneously. The price will be deducted by 50% if it is auctioned after 7 days. My suggestion is that we should concentrate on clearing the floors below, targeting the backup generator on the level B9 and the hive on B10. If I’m not wrong, there is some pretty good stuff down there!

Old White: Okay, I’ll ask later!

Turning off the phone screen, Ample Time looked envious.

If it wasn’t for the arrow that shot him in the intestines and caused moderate blood loss, he wouldn’t have to spend a whole day in the nurturing cabin!

However, there was nothing he could do.

After all, he was not a constitution type player, and his basic recovery speed was only slightly higher than that of normal people. Moreover, the role of the nurturing cabin was only to provide a recovery bonus, and did not actively repair damaged tissue.

That kind of function probably only belonged to the Medical Pod.

The game was always too real in some inexplicable places.

Whether it was the resurrection cooldown, the healing time of wounds, or the setting that game characters had to sleep every day, the game company seemed to be afraid that players would stay in the server for too long.

But Ample Time could understand it.

If there was no anti-addiction system for this completely real virtual reality online game, probably many people would stay in the game 24 hours a day.

At the very least, someone like him would.

"... If only the body in reality could be as strong as in the virtual world."

Looking at his right hand, Ample Time clenched his fist and was extremely eager to put on his helmet and go back to the game.

Forget it, I’ll just take a stroll a little longer.

Just then, his eyes fell on an archery club billboard.

With a sudden thought in his mind, Ample Time immediately turned around and turned into the nearby shopping mall. He took the elevator to the 5th floor, and found the archery club.

Although the flow of people in the mall was quite large, there were not many people in the club.

Ample Time bought a coupon with a mobile phone, and after the staff checked the coupon, he followed the staff to the shooting range.

Without waiting for the staff to introduce, Ample Time said skillfully, "50 meter target, give me a 28 pound bow."

This archery club was built in an expensive shopping mall, and the longest target was 50 meters. There were many children and couples playing with the 30 meter target. Compared with the former, the latter would be easier and more suitable for newcomers. But even with the 30 meter target, there were still many people who missed their target.

The staff revealed a look of surprise. "Have you been here before, buddy?"

A bow with 28 pound draw weight would still be a bit difficult for beginners, and that was the heaviest bow they had. After all, the average customers were only playing 16 pound or 20 pound bows.

"I’ve played elsewhere."

Taking the bow, Ample Time tried the string and estimated that the actual draw weight should be around 26 pounds. Probably because it was rarely used and poorly maintained, the elasticity of the bow piece had declined.

But it didn’t matter.

After hearing Ample Time’s words, the staff’s eyes lit up and they immediately started promoting his club.

"Then you must be an enthusiast. Brother, would you like a membership card? Our coach used to be an athlete in the provincial archery team. We also occasionally hold some competitions. Last month’s prize money was 1,000 yuan!"

Ample Time only smiled.

The provincial archery team was slightly better than casual teams.

But it was still not impressive enough. Other clubs often boasted that their managers had participated in the Olympic Games before.

Embarrassed by this smile, the staff member coughed dryly and forcibly shifted the topic to teaching.

"Brother, don’t be in a hurry to shoot, you’re holding the bow in the wrong position…"

Whoosh!

Nocking an arrow, drawing the bow, and letting the bowstring go, his set of actions went smoothly.

Looking at the arrow nailed to the bullseye, the staff was dumbfounded, his expression one of embarrassment.

After a dry cough, he continued, "Not bad, brother, you have great luck! But your posture is wrong, you can easily hurt yourself. How about I show you the correct bow holding posture first?"

Swoosh!

Another arrow hit the bullseye.

This time, the staff figured out Ample Time was a professional, so he just kept his mouth shut and planned to wait until he made a mistake before continuing.

Ample Time was also a person who didn’t like to talk nonsense. He aimed at the bullseye and shot one arrow after another. After a while, the bullseye 50 meters away became a hedgehog.

In one minute, all 15 arrows were shot!

And none missed the target!

Not only the staff, but also the customers next to them were dumbfounded. When the last arrow hit the bullseye perfectly, they couldn’t help but applaud.

"Holy shit! So cool!"

"This is too accurate!"

"And it’s very fast as well!"

"Am I crazy? Or is this guy originally a professional but pretends to be a nobody?"

"Unlikely. Maybe he just has some skills. Pro wouldn’t shoot like that."

"Hawkeye, is that you?!"

"Brother, you are amazing! Can I have your number? Let’s play together next time."

Hearing this, Ample Time looked at the girl and smiled.

Play together?

You wish.

How can an inferior bow like this be comparable to his Daybreak?

Among the staff who were watching nearby, someone held their mobile phone and took the video of the incredible shooting skill just now, and uploaded it online.

In less than a minute, they got hundreds of likes.

"Sigh, my arms." Looking at the target 50 meters away, Ample Time stretched his sore arm and sighed softly, "I really lack exercise."

It’s a pity.

After all, his body in reality is still not as good as in Wasteland Online. After only fifteen arrows were fired, his arms were already a little sore.

Ample Time estimated that the panel data in reality was probably around 4.5, and it may be even less.

After all, he’s been playing Wasteland Online for days, lying down at 6pm wearing a helmet and playing the game for 12 hour straight until the next morning. He never had a habit of eating breakfast before. Since he had been given the helmet, he had even skipped dinner.

If it was in Wasteland Online, he not only could shoot the running mutant hyena, but he was even able to catch up with it and finish it off.

The next moment, the owner of the archery hall came over. He looked at him with ardent eyes, and handed out the business card.

"Friend, have you considered finding a job? Our club’s job is very relaxing, just instructing customers on how to use a bow. With the commissions, your monthly salary can easily cross 10,000 yuan!"

Just that unique set of skills… It would definitely be popular online!

At that time, would he still need to worry about having no customers?

In just a short while, the number of likes for the short video uploaded online by his staff on his mobile phone has gone from over a hundred to over a thousand!

"No thanks, I am very lazy and I don’t really like working."

Ample Time, who took the business card from the club owner, smiled politely and returned the bow in his hand to the staff member. Surrounded by a crowd of adoring gazes, he turned and walked away.

...

Back in the wasteland.

In the industrial area of ​​the outpost, Bathroom Goer pushed a two-meter-wide trolley and rushed out of the steel plant with a look of excitement.

"It’s done! Brother Mosquito! I’ve made it again! This time it will definitely be successful!"

On the trolley was a brass-colored machine and a lot of spare parts. Although it didn’t have a name, it was not hard to guess what it would be used for just by looking at the big boiler.

Mosquito, who was carrying the raw materials to the small workshop, threw the wooden box in the snow with a bang, and gave Bathroom Goer a thumbs up excitedly. "Brother, you are really a genius!"

"We can talk about that later. Hurry up, come and help me! Let’s try it on and see if it can run this time!"

Then Bathroom Goer and Mosquito used wrenches and pliers to assemble the brass-colored machine quickly.

Firewood was then stuffed into the feeding inlet.

As the wood vaporizer started to work, the separate ignition was directed into the combustion chamber to ignite and begin to heat the water-filled boiler.

The water started to boil!

Waiting patiently for the pointers of the temperature indicator and the pressure indicator to both reach the threshold, Mosquito excitedly pulled down the handle and opened the valve that controlled the steam.

The high-heat steam entered the spool valve chamber through the main air valve and the throttle valve, and was controlled by the spool valve to alternately enter the left or right side of the cylinder, pushing the piston to move at a high speed.

As for the cooled steam, it was introduced into the condenser through the pipeline for recovery, condensed into water and then flowed back to the boiler, and continued to be heated to repeat the above cycle.

The faster the piston moved, the faster the crankshaft connecting rod mechanism started to work, turning the reciprocating motion into the rotational motion of the crankshaft to output power to the outside world.

Teng Teng, who was watching from the side, was dumbfounded.

Only after a while was she able to speak.

"This... Is the textile machine?"

Mosquito exclaimed excitedly, "Nope! This is a steam engine!"

"That’s right! It’s a steam engine! We made a steam engine with the most primitive tools!" Bathroom Goer held Mosquito’s hand and said excitedly, "Brother, your skills are really incredible! Which school did you graduate from?"

"Haha, I graduated a long time ago, and my main business is selling furniture, so I like to make some interesting things when I’m bored. Actually, your hands-on ability is much better than the students I’ve seen. You will definitely be very successful in the future if you use it on the right path!"

"Haha, leave me your contact information! Let’s chat after we log out of this game!"

“Okay!"

"...?"

Seeing the two people who had completely forgotten about their client and were chatting among themselves, Teng Teng was about to cry with anger.

She had been waiting almost a week just for them to do this to her!

What the hell did a steam engine have anything to do with the textile machine order she placed?!